This story is going to start like any other ghost stories do, it was 2008 Feb. 22, 2 days after my birthday, things had calmed down a little and the only people left were 2 friends and my girlfriend.
We were all sitting in the lounge watching something (Black Hawk Down, I think) as we heard a low whistling sound, and could smell distinct rotting flesh! Josh and Jake (the two lads we were with) went to check the rooms, while I stayed with Evie and kept her cool.
Jake and Josh came back into the room stating they couldn't find anything. Now this is the really creepy bit, 10-15 minutes later Jake turned around and as he did he screamed and ran into the garden, our lounge is the same room a our garden door and Jake was sitting parallel to the door and as he ran the rest of us turned to look at the door, and saw a tall dark figure with miniature facial features and blood flooding his face beginning from the eyes!
Bits of his skin were missing and he was butt naked. We all ran scared shiatless out into the streets, we didn't care it was 11:45 PM and I lived in a rough area, we were too scared to worry, (if you get me). We sprinted to Jakes house with me having to carry Evie 3/4 of the way, it didn't matter though because the adrenaline going through me was stopping all signs of humanness!
Pease leave comments rating this story and I'm no jerk... This is true, our house is not at all haunted and I am Christian, this guy hasn't returned since but when he does he'll have a little surprise.
I still get a light essence of rotting flesh.
Trust in the lord forever.