Shit Fairies
I went to university in salubrious Stoke-on-Trent, and in the second year lived in damp, moldy, rodent infested terraced house, a standard student digs, but due to it's proximity to two pubs, a shop, and the student union, was perfect.
Everything went well during the first semester, but when we returned home from the Christmas break, the water pipes had burst, flooding and destroying everything in two rooms, and we'd been robbed of the few worldly possessions we owned, notably a playstation 1.
Things took a more sinister turn for the worse a few weeks later, when for some reason which I can't remember, I'd decided to stay in, whilst the other three went out for a few drinks. As I sat on the broken old chair in the front room, I heard someone coming down the stairs, not normally a problem, but then I realised no one was in the house but me. Que me shitting myself for a few moments before no one appeared at the bottom of the stairs. Ugh, on that note, bed time, and thought nothing more of it.
Come the morning, everything seemed normal, I’d heard the others return a few hours later, so all good. Upon waking and walking into the front room I was greeted with possibly the most bizarre sight my then short life had ever seen. On the wall were two hand prints, not in blood, but in blackberry jam, and smeared all over the carpet and settee was alot of dogshit. Oddly, there was no trail of shit, it was just liberally smeared on the settee and carpet in the front room.
All three had come home with then girlfriends, and all swore their innocence. Shoes were checked for signs of dogshit but none was found, and hands smelt for blackberry jam, but none could be smelt. The dogshit smell stayed for weeks, and in the end we burnt the settee. The jam handprints stayed until the day we left, and became a great talking point for any new guests.
The four of us lived together in the third year, and now three of us live in South London, and still socialise most weekends. No one has ever owned up to it, and the myth of shit fairies has never been solved.
The weirdest thing, the empty jam jar was put back in the fridge.
(Hoaxy The only living boy in new cross, Fri 8 Apr 2011, 8:53, 5 replies)

What kind of monster keeps jam in the fridge?
Also: que cue.
( Enzyme is powered by sunlight, Fri 8 Apr 2011, 9:17, closed)

Was this in Silverdale?

(Juan Quar is clinging to her front teeth on, Fri 8 Apr 2011, 10:16, closed)

Harthill Street, Shelton, near the uni, the Roebuck and Fawn and Firkin were at the end of the street. Houses were knocked down a few years ago.
I did have the pleasure of visiting Silverdale though, interesting place to say the least...
(Hoaxy The only living boy in new cross, Fri 8 Apr 2011, 10:52, closed)

By "interesting", I presume you mean "mainly terrifying".
Although it's not as scary as Knutton.
( Enzyme is powered by sunlight, Fri 8 Apr 2011, 12:18, closed)

University in Stoke
Is this the creepy part?
(Clit Ninja is having a white space party!, Fri 8 Apr 2011, 14:23, closed)