The Boy On The Stairs

This is a follow on from my other story, the unfriendly house.

After being in the house for less than 2 weeks I was at home alone in the laundry room apart from my 6 month old twins who were in the living room. Both of the twins started to cry really hard. As I was leaving I started to call to them, shutting the door behind me. The moment I shut the door, I heard a loud bang on the other side. I opened it to find a large dent in the door and the iron on the floor. The iron was kept on a shelf around the corner and there was no way it could have fell, hit the door and landed where it did without being thrown.

Later that evening my daughter appeared in the kitchen, very quiet and withdrawn (not like her at all!) Finally after the tears she confessed that she was very tired and not getting much sleep. I asked her why and she said that each night a small boy would appear at the top of the stairs out side her room, he would then either walk over and play with her little sister in the cot or climb on the bed crossed legged and just stare at her.

I tried to dismiss this as being a new house, new home etc.

As I went to check on both my girls late in the evening I saw out of the corner of my eye something black flash past my in the door way.

My middle son also claims to have seen a small boy on the stairs. This is were I began to get scared. My husband I will say didn't believe this.

I woke the children up for Christmas morning, but noticed that both the children were quiet. My son decided to burst in to tears and said that during the night he had heard footsteps and being exited thought that it was Father Christmas. On peeping from under the quilt he saw a pair of small feet in sandals and hid again. The person then climbed on the bed and started to pull the covers off my son, who was holding onto the other end as hard as to could. When this stopped and he let go, the covers where then pulled off the bed and thrown across the room from the side of the bed. He was too frightened to move and slept all night without the covers on.

My husband didn't believe any of this and tried to make light of things. However he got a taste of the medicine when he was left alone in the house.

I had to go out leaving him in charge of the twins who were eating in their highchairs in the kitchen. He was reading the paper when he heard me call him from up stairs "I am up stairs I need a hand with something" without thinking he shouted back "what do you want" went to open the door fully to the stairs suddenly realising I wasn't in.

He said he heard footsteps cross the landing towards to stairs. He admits that he picked up both the twins, highchairs as well and went outside to the garden. He didn't come back in until I arrived home!

After that we often heard ourselves being called by the other person from other rooms in the house, even when they were not there.