The Haunted Flat
Hi, my name is Joleen, and this incident happened when I was 19. I am now 23.
My older sister and I had moved into the flat during the winter,a little before Christmas, and were very excited, as it was our first experience in our own place.
We’d been there one night already, so the next night we decided to start to decorate the way we’d like. I moved all the furniture and got the paint ready. It was around 4 o clock in the afternoon, and it was dark. With it being winter, there was a large window in the front room. Our view was the back of a graveyard. Not a very pretty sight!
Suddenly, I looked at my sister and she was staring through the window with a look of shock on her face, unable to speak. I followed her stare, and truly felt sick to the stomach. It was a man who seemed to be bobbing around outside our window, face porcelain white with a bald head. But wasn’t looking at us ,just around the room,.eyes black inside,inhuman like.
We screamed and ran out the back of the flat. Initially, it didn’t occur to us that this could be a ghost; we just thought it was a man trying to break in. But we took a further look outside where he was.
When we got outside and went round the front where he was, he’d gone. The strange thing is that our front window was at least 8 feet from the ground, and nobody could reach that standing up.
We went back inside. That night, I must have suspected something as I slept in my sister’s room. We were to be woken up at around 5.20 in the morning to the most horrible scream I’d heard in my life,
It dragged on, sounded in pain. Well, we jumped up from the bad, ran straight out the front door, and haven’t even been back to collect our stuff.
The man who lived in the flat above us said he’d often heard screaming and strange things. He had two dogs and he said they’d often chase something that wasnt there. I think he still lives there.
Anyway, we decided to do some investigating on the flat, asking neighbours if anything had happened in the flat. Most of the street seemed to know what had happened 3 years before we moved in: a father & son lived in this flat. The son was 27 and had depression. He stabbed his father to death in the early hours of the morning before stabbing himself, but this failed so he threw himself out of the window.
Nobody lives there now.
This story is true, and it doesn’t need an explanation, as I know what happened. I just thought I’d share it with you.