Wrexham house - long story, sorry!
I've heard loads of damn spooky tales from people who I'd never expect to lie but will post em seperately. I really don't want to believe in supernatural malarkey and really do think that the mind is capable of playing the most devillish tricks on us.
But anyway, heres my own, true scarey darey tale....
I grew up in the South Wales valleys and when I was 10 my mum and dad decided to up amd move sticks to North Wales. The town we moved to seemed a bustling metropolis compared to where I'd come from and I had a very hard time settling down and finding friends. I was a generally pretty eccentric (if very bright) and unhappy kid anyway; I was also getting boobs and becoming generally hormonal so you have the recipe for your standard poltergeist-and-puberty pie.....mmmmmmm tasty!

I hadn't seen the new house or indeed heard a single detail about it but the week before we moved in I had a really vivid dream that still gives me the shivers yeras later. I was sitting at the botttom of a garden under a willow tree; I clearly remember raindrops dripping off the leaves onto paving stones that I was sitting on. i was being harangued by a scary old lady with a scarred face wearing some kinda white gown - I thought it might be a hospital gown. She was showing me a black and white photo of some nurses and telling me they were coming to get me. I ran off into the house and heard a screaming noise - i walked towards the noise and realised the screaming was coming from a sink plughole.
Then I woke up, crying my eyes out, took me ages to get back to sleep and I decreed it the scariest dream I'd ever have (which is saying something cos nothing is scarier than a kids nightmare!)
Bet you can guess whats coming next..........

Yep, moved into the house, there was the willow tree, garden and house EXACTLY as I'd dreamt it in terms of windows, doors all where they'd been in my dream.Something was up with the water pipes so there was a screaming noise when you let water out of the bath. I figuratively shat myself. Didnt mention a word to anyone cos my parents were having a shit enough time as it was.
Not a good start.
The worst part of the house was me and my sisters' bedroom. Spent 8 years being effing terrified in that room. The airing cupboard was in the room and the door would fly open, towels launching themselves at me. Sounds funnier than it was. Stuff would fall off my dressing table in a very illogical way. And there was a constant sense of hosility there that only I felt.
My dad dug under the willow tree and under the weeds and debris were the paving stones from my dream. Then when I was bout 14 I found out that the whole area of where our house was had been an airfield in World War 2. and yes, Army nurses had been based there. Not for the 1st time I figuratively shat myself.
It was horrible, it got so scary that I even considered telling a teacher at school but wisely didnt.
There was honestly no way I could have known about this house or the history of the area. It was weird because most of the people in that street had lived there since the houses were built in th early 60s. But no-one had settled in our house, the previous owners all seemed to have had a shit time with debt, divorce, illness etc.And it was eventually repossessed of my parents - nothing supernatural there, just the 1980s!
Years later I told my mum and while she'd never been scared she did say she seen a young lad wearing brown trousers, shirt and braces walk down the hallway, into the kitchen then vanish. Back door was locked,nowhere for him to go!
Shit, its making me scared now just thinking of it! Never been so scared in any other house, ever!
(insomniac girl all my best things are in hock, Wed 9 Jul 2008, 13:25, 3 replies)

Where in
Wrexham was it?

I've got an ex there and I always felt a bit weird in her house, not scared as such, just weird...
(Fuckarma was masturbating into your handbag, Wed 9 Jul 2008, 16:44, closed)

Wrexham
does seem to have a bit of an aura to it...
( thistle, Wed 9 Jul 2008, 20:13, closed)

an aura....
..of misery! And it was in Borras if you are interested.
(insomniac girl all my best things are in hock, Wed 9 Jul 2008, 20:15, closed)