Not far from me, a few miles down the road there's a couple of old wrecks of houses, the fronts are falling off, theyre all boarded up and completely overgrown. Its pretty obvious you don't need a sign saying DO NOT TRESPASS and not many people would have except for me of course cos a) I didnt have much to do that day and b) Im a nosy sonofabit..AHEM!
What I meant was ..erm..yeah im really drawn to old houses, the more of a wreck the better. And Ive passed this old house a bunch of times and I always wanted to go and take a look but common sense got the better of me and anyway it looked really scary, really sad and dead (if a house can look dead).
So anyway this time I decided to do something about it and have a sneaky peek and who knows what was inside, you know people leave the strangest things behind when they move and there could have been like an old diary or doll or even an old chest full of memorabilia so I figured the idea of treasure was enough of a bait.
So I went and climbed over the fence, it wasnt too difficult although these cars kept driving by so I had to do it as quickly as possible and look innocent at the same time.
I should have brought my camera but i didnt, anyway it would have just slowed me down cos i needed my hands free. I managed to find one house where the window had all smashed in so I climbed in that way only to find that the floor had almost completely caved in and the house was standing above a hollow pit!
So the whole place is a dirty dusty disused mess and i start walking over the broken glass and creaky floorboards and make my way into the hall. Now I have to say at this point I was getting really creepd out cos there was this really funny feeling I was getting and everything was starting to look really ominous.
Im now in the hallway looking up the stairs and theres cobwebs everywhere and broken pottery and glass and suddenly i head this big sound behind me like someone or something had just fallen onto the floor but I turned around and there was nothing there! So i think, ok maybe a cat's gotten in or something so I got back to check but there's still nothing and the whole time the hairs on the back of my neck are rising and Im starting to feel panicky.
And Im not the type of person to get the jitters, I watch enough horror movies to think they're a joke but I just got this horrid horrid feeling and even now everytime I think of that house and the spooky staircase I start to get really jittery and panicky inside.
And I was feeling so spooked that I just legged it out of there as quick as possible and ran home and had a cup of tea and listened to Womans hour on Radio 4 and I managed to calm down but I can't help thinking WHAT WAS UPSTAIRS and it's been on my mind ever since.
Do I believe in ghosts, yes definitely but the funny thing is I never got the feeling that the house was haunted, rather it felt like the HOUSE ITSELF was some kind of entity does that make sense? Maybe it was warning me to get out, I know I have a big imagination but I really felt something. You can scoff, but if you had been in there you would have got the heebiejeebies too!
I might go back there and take some pictures so you can see what I mean. I'll have to psych myself up for it. It will be a mission. I'll try and go on a bright sunny day, sunlight is my friend. I will chant this to myself. Sunlight is my friend, sunlight is my friend...
EXTRA EXTRA: Creepy House in the Daylight
Here is a picture of the house, I went back a few weeks later and took a picture of it in the day. It looks so harmless, almost sad and lonely, do you not think Reader?..Hmmm or maybe not. You can never tell with these sort of houses. They say one thing and mean another...
May ye who read these journals bear witness and take note.
