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Suggested by big_bluberry

(, Thu 13 Sep 2012, 13:23)
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I am a firm non-believer... However...
There are certain goings on at the current Miss Blueberry's house that I just can't get my head around.

She lives in a very old house with her parents that, once upon a time, used to be the maid's quarters of the local manor house (lovingly restored to be a block of flats..). There are obviously strange noises a plenty in an old building that can, more often than not, be attributed to windows rattling, pipes creaking and wind down the chimney. The usual malarky.

One evening, however, we were alone in the house on the ground floor and heard footsteps in the room above us. Our first logical thought was that someone had come home early without us knowing. As it is a large house this happens often without anyone hearing the front door. The footsteps continued, quite a definite noise, and started coming down the stairs to the corridor outside the room. They stopped about halfway down. We went to the corridor to see who had come home, no-one there. Strange, we thought. "Oh well, must have forgotten something upstairs" said the missus. We went into the room, put on the tv and settled down. About half an hour later her parents came home with both the dogs. Half an hour later her brother returned home with his girlfriend. This accounted for everyone that could have been in the house. It was definitely footsteps and the room above us that we heard them in was her bedroom. I didn't really sleep much that night

More recently we have been redecorating the house for her parents and a flurry of things have happened to me specifically since. I was carrying a ladder through the house one day to paint the ceilings when all of a sudden it stopped in a doorway. The obvious thought was that I had caught it on the door frame. "Nope, not caught on anything, good few inches around it on all sides" I though. However, the thing wouldn't budge. Suddenly it was thrown upwards out of my hands. I have no idea what could have caused this, but I certainly couldn't put it down to anything sane.

The next day I was feeding the dogs when I heard a balloon popping next to my ear. I was fully expecting to see young miss blueberry right behind me, giggling, after playing a "good" prank on me. I looked up to see everyone else on the other side of the kitchen. I asked them if they heard it, none of them had. The dogs kept sniffing the air in the corner where I had fed them though, and barking at the nothing that was in that corner. There are balloons in the room next to that one.

A few days after this, painting a new section of the house, we were removing paintings from the walls. I went to remove my first painting of the day and it fell from the wall, straight down. I was roughly two feet from it when it fell, walking towards it. "The wire must have gone on the back" I thought. There was no wire, a solid metal hook on both the wall and the painting. There is no way that painting could have fallen straight down. It hadn't moved for 6 years previously.

I don't like her house any more.

Sorry about the length, mine's shrivelled in irrational fear
(, Sat 15 Sep 2012, 21:34, Reply)

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