Submitted by: Jenna Cole (at [email protected])
Submitted: February, 2005.
When I was 19 and I had, had my first child I had moved out of my mum and dads and into a house of my own in a very remote area living next door to my sister Nadean and her little boy. Nadean's son and my little girl were only 6 weeks and 6 days apart in birth. The two houses were semi detached and were the only houses for about a mile. The other houses were down a little track. Just before the track, on the left hand side was a derelict church that we don't know very much about, but very overgrown nonetheless. On the first night Monica (my daughter) and myself were unpacking or I should say, I was unpacking. She was just dribbling all over the boxes as she loved doing when my babysitter and her son cameover to see how we were getting on. I made a cup of tea and then we both sat down to have a rest. It was around 7pm and the kids were playing quietly on the floor when we heard banging coming from next door (my sister's house) and because nobody was next door at the time we were pretty shaken by it. When it finally stopped we all went over to check what had happened. Nothing had been moved and it looked just like normal. This happened a few times but as it happened quite often we just started to ignore it the best we could. But htat wasn't the end of the weirdness. The house we were living in had two bedrooms. On the landing the bedroom doors were opposite eachother, with the bathroom in the middle of the two rooms. For some reason Monica's room was always freezing even with two radiators.Her bedroom as really creepy when you walked in, you always felt like you were never alone. These were not the only things that made this house creepy. whenever I entered the house it always seemed like I was walking into something. You know, the feeling that you get when you walk into a room and you know that they have been talking about you. The house never really felt like it belonged to me. I really didn't like it. I think I ended up living there no longer than 8 months before I had to move out of this really uneasy property. After we had left, my sister was still living there. A man moved into my old house. He too thought the house was creepy and especially hated Monica's old bedroom. He used it for storage only and never went in there in after dark. When he was still living there he did a background check on the house and found out that a father and two daughters had lived there. The two girls died young in Monica's bedroom and he had died shortly thereafter. All three of them were buried in the church grounds over the road. When my sister found this out she moved her son and herself out. About a year had passed and almost everything had been forgotten apart from one thing that my (now) brother-in-law forgot to tell me. Eventhough my sister and David (my brother-in-law) were not living together they were still very much together. David worked in Telford where he was from and he would visit Nadean and their son on the weekends. This weekend was no different or so they thought. David is a biker and as far as as I know not very easily spooked. I know he wasn't pulling my leg when he told me this story because he seemed a little embarrassed to tell me. It was before I had moved in next door (thank-god) when David and Nadean had gone up to bed. Nadean always slept like a log (as they say) and was impossible to wake up. David snored really loud but wasn't very deep sleeper. He told me that on this night he was awakened up by the sound of scratching on the bedroom window. Take note that this was upstairs and there isn't anyway someone or something could of got it's way up there. Anyways as he woke up and walked over to the window he noticed the scratching was getting louder and louder. As he pulled back the curtains back he saw this thing covered in fur with big yellow eyes, it lunged at him with long razor sharp claws, trying to come at him through the glass. Shitting himself, he backs up and falls over the bed. By the time he looks up the thing has gone. Now when I first heard this story I thought he might have been dreaming it but years have gone by and I have heard another 3 similar stories like it. One was from Telford and the other two were from around my area of 'West Wales'. To this day David's story hasn't changed and I'd really like to know if there is anyone out there who knows anything similar to his story. (email her HERE)
Submitted by: GhostMarx (visit his website HERE)
Submitted: February, 2005.
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