05 November 2015 | November 2015
We moved into a new house around ten years ago. From the first day I thought it was haunted. I have heard, seen and felt things that you can’t explain away. My husband thought I was going insane until the day he was up late watching a football game—he turned his head and a big, old black man was looking straight at him.
He now believes me.
One night I woke up in the middle of the night, and I instantly felt as though I were not alone. I could feel it in the air. I couldn’t fall back to sleep so I decided to watch some TV. Even though I was wide awake I could not get out of bed. It was as though my body was still asleep, but my eyes were open. Eventually I managed to get out of bed and I went downstairs. It was insanely quiet—no clocks ticking, no creaking. Nothing.
All of a sudden I saw the man, I presume my husband saw, walk through the door. I could see him vividly. He was carrying a lit torch and he walked through the damn door. As soon as he left I could hear the clock ticking and the sound of the wind outside. It was freaky.
My dog spends a lot of time staring at the walls. My sister saw a man (a different man) looking back at her from a mirror. My mother won’t stay at the house since she was woken up by a man screaming at her to “get the fuck up.”
My niece was taking care of painting a room in the house while we were on vacation. She said that she was told by an elderly black man to leave the house, and that she wasn’t welcome. She called me later that day to ask me who was in the house and we had no idea. Nobody was in the house.
My father said that one time he actually asked if there were spirits there and to give him a sign. A door slammed shut and he was told to leave. That’s proof enough for me. My father is a big six-foot ex-miner. He will not visit us anymore.
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