When my mother was away.
I don’t know if you’ll believe me, it’s okay if you don’t, but I’m telling the truth honestly, and this story is no way scary but I’d like to share it now.
When I was six, we moved into our current house. It’s in a really posh, rich location, but the house itself is relatively normal sized. It’s only about 150 years old so hasn’t got a very interesting past. This old couple lived here before us, and when she left she left a load of things in the attic. For a while nothing happened, for several years in fact. And then little things, like noises from the ceiling, scraping sounds, someone knocking on walls lightly, and just a weird feeling, you know? like somethings watching you, but nothing over the top of anything that screamed “ghost”
Things got progressively more ‘interesting’ the longer we lived there. I remember being 11, and in my room I have a tall bunkbed, and I was sleeping on top so I was relatively close to the ceiling, and in the middle of the night there was a huge crash above me and creaking like footsteps, from the attic, and a thud, and a scraping sound. And I was paralyzed with fear, but when we went to check out the attic the next day, we found nothing. Just some old books with inscribing like “Merry Christmas, I love you.” from 1903 (which I found insanely cool.) So life went on. We’ve had guests over, who the next day jokingly complain that in the middle of the night they swear they saw figures in the corner of their eyes down the long corridors
But the interesting bit, and the reason I’m telling you these little details, and submitting this story is that two years ago my mum went on holiday with her boyfriend to prague for a week in the summer holidays, and so my best friends family moved in with us for that week, so her mum could baby sit my siblings and me. (There’s four of us in total, and four in their family.) One night her boyfriend Gruff came over, and for five minutes he stood out in the cold refusing to come in, and then he lit one of those smoke things and started walking around out house, trying to make a joke of it. (He kept staring up at that attic entrance, so i’m SURE there’s something up there.) Anyway, he explained to us that he was a median, and after much pestering he told us a little about our house and said that there was a young woman living here, she was “grumpy” and “unfriendly” but not very harmful. He gave us the name Margaret, and said she was from the 1920’s and then he went to sleep. The next day he left and he didn’t come back to tell us any more.
The cool bit is that a few weeks later, I went to the annual summer street party my road holds, and there was a exhibition on about newly uncovered details about our road and the past inhabitants, and on our house, which is Number One, there were loads of new details there, and there was actually someone called Margaret who had died at 36 from “natural causes” in 1921.
Freaky, so I’m quite glad we’re moving now because I don’t like the idea of someone having died here, but if it’s true, and she’s here then she’s never harmed any of us or really scared any of us, so I like to think of her as the guardian of the house now.
Fuck Yeah Nightmares Mod Fey: You don’t have to worry–at the very least, we’ll believe that your story is what you think you have experienced, unless we find out it’s a creepypasta or fake story or anything like that. But we’re not here to judge so you can submit any personal paranormal stories in good faith. :) 6/10 for scares and thank you for sharing!