Crooked House
Me and the ex-Mrs Give it six weeks went to spend a bank holiday weekend at the house that her Dad rented in Wilmslow, which he normally used while he worked there during the week before returning to Sussex for the weekend. It was a fairly non-descript sort of place but I have to say that on arriving it did have what can be best described as a 'bit of an atmosphere'. Now, I'm not into any cosmic crap but this place just felt nasty - I really wasn't happy being there.

All was fine on Friday night but Saturday night marked a bit of a turning point. I'd stayed up late to watch a film while the missus had gone to bed. When the film finished I turned off the TV with the remote control and stood up so as to make my way to bed. At that point someone or something 'shushed' me really loud in my right ear. Bearing in mind I was completely alone in the room I just froze to the spot in a state of complete incomprehension for at least a minute. Once I got over the shock I made my way up to bed in a rather shaken state and got my head down as best I could. The next morning I obviously didn't say anything to the missus about my other-wordly experience as, firstly, I thought I might have been mistaken and, secondly, I didn't want her to think I was a complete mental.

However, the weirdness continued. As we were heading home at about lunchtime on Sunday I brought the car round from the car park at the back and waited for the missus to lock the house up and drop the keys through the letterbox. As she got in the car she suddenly turned back towards the house in a rather shocked manner. "What's up?" I enquired. "The letterbox just opened and shut on its own" she replied. "Oh, that must have just been the letterbox shutting after you dropped the keys through," I reasoned. "No," she replied, "The letterbox shut when I dropped the keys through. It just opened and shut again on its own!" At this point I told her what had happened to me the night before and we drove the three hours home in a creeped-out silence and never spoke of it again
(give it six weeks and it might clear up would like to butter your muffin, Tue 12 Apr 2011, 1:53, 1 reply)

My friend had that talking in her ear thing
We shared an old house at uni and I had the middle bedroom the first year then she had it the 2nd year. The first year I just got shit up when I heard a voice quite clearly say "yes". Everyone else was asleep, and my head began to prickle, I went to sleep with my mate that night. It doesn't sound scary, but in the moment, it is. No rational explanation.

In the year she slept in there, one time she awoke to someone talking in her ear. She thought it was me being silly and told me to shut up, then she kind of woke up, the voice was still going, and she realised it wasn't my voice. Her turn to come and sleep with me.
(maggotriddendirtbox fast, feral and sharp as a tack since, Tue 12 Apr 2011, 9:40, closed)