Right,again, last one for tonight... I'm definately tired...
My next eldest brother was found tied up in a box in his bedroom...
I was 1 year old, so I'm only reitterating. But, it was in one of the most spookiest houses the family have ever lived in... don't mean to sound posh... just a 3 bedroomed house in Collyhurst, M/cr.
My brother had kept complaining about a man coming into the bedroom at night to beat him and knock him about so much that my brother hid under the covers (like kids do).
Brother would always wake up next morning with marks of some kind on him, but him being 5 years old, it was all put down to creepy nightmares and banging into the wall during his sleep.
Until... one particular morning my brother was found tied up in a box. No, this wasn't something he could have done himself because he couldn't tie knots at that time, especially the knots that were used... I wouldn't know the name of them, but I've seen one that my dad made and said that was the type - like it was knotted 3 or 4 times.
And, what makes it more so odd is that he wasn't just tied up and thrown in a box. It was his fingers and toes tied together crossed - left to right, visa versa.
The box was cardboard, it was there after being used to move toys and clothes from the previous house (which odly enough was the one where the dog (almost 10 years earlier) was blamed for chewing the night time tea - lump of meat.
The man that kept coming into the bedroom always came through the window, so my dad being thorough checked the locks and stuff. The windows hadn't been opened because although they didn't have locks on them, they were screwed shut. The screws had never budged because they had paint over them, dried and old.
But, then.. again, the help of the local vicar/priest/church was sought and nothing happened after that.
Well, I say nothing happened after that particular event.. something is always happening, so maybe I should be saying that event never happened again.
My brother remembers the whole lot that happened to him, even the features of the mans face down to the clothes he was wearing. What he describes is a witch hunter.
I'm sure we're not witches...
Possibly
(My next eldest brother was found tied up in a box in his bedroom...
I was 1 year old, so I'm only reitterating. But, it was in one of the most spookiest houses the family have ever lived in... don't mean to sound posh... just a 3 bedroomed house in Collyhurst, M/cr.
My brother had kept complaining about a man coming into the bedroom at night to beat him and knock him about so much that my brother hid under the covers (like kids do).
Brother would always wake up next morning with marks of some kind on him, but him being 5 years old, it was all put down to creepy nightmares and banging into the wall during his sleep.
Until... one particular morning my brother was found tied up in a box. No, this wasn't something he could have done himself because he couldn't tie knots at that time, especially the knots that were used... I wouldn't know the name of them, but I've seen one that my dad made and said that was the type - like it was knotted 3 or 4 times.
And, what makes it more so odd is that he wasn't just tied up and thrown in a box. It was his fingers and toes tied together crossed - left to right, visa versa.
The box was cardboard, it was there after being used to move toys and clothes from the previous house (which odly enough was the one where the dog (almost 10 years earlier) was blamed for chewing the night time tea - lump of meat.
The man that kept coming into the bedroom always came through the window, so my dad being thorough checked the locks and stuff. The windows hadn't been opened because although they didn't have locks on them, they were screwed shut. The screws had never budged because they had paint over them, dried and old.
But, then.. again, the help of the local vicar/priest/church was sought and nothing happened after that.
Well, I say nothing happened after that particular event.. something is always happening, so maybe I should be saying that event never happened again.
My brother remembers the whole lot that happened to him, even the features of the mans face down to the clothes he was wearing. What he describes is a witch hunter.
I'm sure we're not witches...
Possibly
steponfrog dribblygreenstuffdriblingfrommynoes,
Tue 28 Oct 2003, 1:46,
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