A Bad House
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Location: Sheffield, UK
Title: A Bad House
Type: Ghost
Date: Wednesday, May 17, 2000
Time: 09:28 AM


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Going into my second year at university my friends and I moved into a large Victorian house. Friends of ours had lived there the previous year but four out of five of them had dropped out of college for personal reasons. The house was always bitterly cold and cheerless, it definitely didn't have a friendly feel to it. Our predecessors had found weird and suicidal poetry under a mattress, but put it down to moody students.

One morning, I walked out of my room along the corridor to the kitchen and suddenly had the certain feeling that I had just walked past somebody and out of the corner of my eye I saw a figure. I ran, arrived in the kitchen shaking, and burst into tears of pure physical terror.

That evening with my friend, I related this to my boyfriend, who told how two weeks earlier he had seen me walk into my room, gone to talk to me, and finding my room empty found me in the kitchen.

My friend then said that two weeks ago she had had a horrific night, waking every few minutes to see an outline of a figure at the foot of her bed, directly above my doorway on the floor below. The week following she had felt she was going out of her mind.

Some time after that conversation in the pub I had the worst nightmare I have ever had, which left me tearful and shaking all morning. Every night after that was sheer terror, not knowing if I was safer in or out of my room. There was no more mention of any sightings, but a few months later, very depressed, I split up with my boyfriend and dropped out of university and my boyfriend dropped out soon after.

Of our successors, two had near breakdowns, and knowing nothing of our experience recounted strange noises in the night, appalling nightmares and feelings of madness.