Creepiest house you've ever lived in

[HennyLenry]

Come on.. I want to know what, if any, was the creepiest house you've ever lived in. I love anything woo.. and I would love to read your stories.

I'll start, my parents house is a new build, built 18 years ago. And it has never, ever felt right. So many unexplainable things:

1. There was a loud bang in the kitchen cupboard then about 2 minutes the ironing board came flying out with such force it knocked the kick board off the kitchen unit.

1. Once we were all in bed and there was such a loud, frantic knock on the patio doors outside. No one there.

1. Something poked my mam in the bum! (No seriously) she was stood in the en-suite taking her make up off and she said a gnarly long finger gave her a hard jab in her left arse cheek.

I could go on...

I used to live in an old 3 storey house with a cellar, if you laid on the sofa with the living room door open, you could just see the cellar door. My cat used to sit on the arm of the sofa and stare at that cellar door for ages.

I used to hate it in there. Always freezing cold, dark, musty and had an ominous feeling if you looked down the steps, like you might catch something peeping back at you from round the corner.

when I was an au-pair the dad kept on trying to show me pages of the porn websites when his wife wasn't home. does that count?

I can't think of anything creepier than that.
I left after 3 months. yikes

The old detached one which made inexplicable noises, the weirdest of which was the sound of a bathroom light pull being switched on and off, clear as day. We didn’t have one anywhere in the house.

One day there was a leak and we had to pull the carpet up.... and discovered a trap door. Underneath was a small, empty crawl space, complete with pull switch. Totally freaked us out.

The two worst are too bad to write about!

@TellmewhoIam

The two worst are too bad to write about!

We’ll be the judge of that, thank you very much

@TellmewhoIam

The two worst are too bad to write about!

Oh please spill 😂

I once lived in a flat that was haunted, a big shadow figure of a man used to walk through the walls and slam doors shut…luckily I only lived there temporarily 😬

@JulietBravo999

The old detached one which made inexplicable noises, the weirdest of which was the sound of a bathroom light pull being switched on and off, clear as day. We didn’t have one anywhere in the house.

One day there was a leak and we had to pull the carpet up.... and discovered a trap door. Underneath was a small, empty crawl space, complete with pull switch. Totally freaked us out.

Omg 😱😱😱😱

@JulietBravo999

The old detached one which made inexplicable noises, the weirdest of which was the sound of a bathroom light pull being switched on and off, clear as day. We didn’t have one anywhere in the house.

One day there was a leak and we had to pull the carpet up.... and discovered a trap door. Underneath was a small, empty crawl space, complete with pull switch. Totally freaked us out.

that's too creepy!

The house I'm in is pretty creepy but I love it and it feels very safe. It's a 200 year old terraced house with a very odd first floor conversion where they've put in a bathroom. I spend a lot of time alone here and there are a lot of strange noises. Many times I think my daughter is here because I can hear her moving about and then I realise I'm the only one home.

The first home I had with my then boyfriend. I hated being there on my own.

The TV would turn itself on at random times.

We would come home and could smell baking even though we'd been out for hours.

We dog sat for our parents and none of the three dogs would settle. It was more than just a dog in a new house unsettled.

We always felt we were being watched too!

Urgh both my childhood homes were creepy as hell. My parents split when I was 2. This is going to be long lol.

Mums house-
Would here the chairs being dragged across the kitchen tiles at night and the kitchen cupboard doors slamming.

We went to Cyprus when I was about 8, and my aunt was house sitting for us. When we arrived home there was a lot of hushed talking between her and my mom. A few years ago I asked my mom about it and she said, she left a nighty on her bed before we left and locked the door (she always locked her bedroom). The first day my aunt did the rounds and all was fine including this nighty, the second day she checked again the nighty was across the other side of the room and the bed looked like someone had sat on it.

I was home from school sick when I was in high school and I was lay on the sofa. I watched the living room door handle be pushed down and the door shut.

In my bedroom putting my socks on and my lights switched off, I actually heard the sound of the light switch! I ran straight over and switched them back on.

They eventually moved and into another creepy house that thankfully I don’t live in!

Dads house-

I have a severely autistic sister, so we would have carers in and out all the time. One of them would always say that we had a ghost of a young girl with dark hair. Never thought nothing of it until a few years ago actually, I heard my SM screaming my name so I quickly ran downstairs to see what was wrong and she was stood there as white a sheet. She asked where had I just come from and I told her upstairs and she said that she could of swore she saw me standing in the doorway she said it was a girl with dark hair and a white dress.

My sister would always cover her eyes when she was younger and stare at the same corner saying “lady” over and over again. Then she began saying the name Mary.

One morning when I was in high school I went downstairs to get ready for school and my dad was being a bit off with me. I asked him if I had done anything wrong and he asked me what on earth I was doing walking about the house last night? I said it wasn’t me dad? He said I heard you climb down the bunk bed ladders, leave your room, go into my office, go downstairs and turn the tap on and off, come back upstairs shut your door and climb back up your ladders. I said it wasn’t me dad I promise I’d been asleep on the bottom bunk all night.

Another night we heard my sister who normally sleeps soundly become very distressed in her bedroom. We all ran in to find her sat up in bed, hair like a wild animal, bright red and crying her eyes out saying lady!

We constantly and still to this day hear the front door slamming and someone running up the stairs.

This last one is the one that freaks me out the most and I promise it’s true. When I was around 19 I had terrible toothache, I took some tramadol and took myself to bed. During the night I repeatedly heard 3 knocks on my bedroom door I shrugged it off and tried to sleep thinking maybe I was hallucinating with these meds. As I was drifting of it happened again, don’t ask me why but I called my mom as I was to scared to shout for my dad incase whatever it was came in the room. Luckily my mom answered and I explained and she even thought it must be my meds but as we were saying goodbye it happened again and she heard it! She told me to scream for my dad which I did and he came running in with my stepmum. Nothing or nobody was there and I eventually drifted back to sleep. I forgot about the incident and a few years ago whilst I was still living there me and my stepmum were the only ones home so we decided to talk about all things spooky and we mentioned that night. We were stood in the kitchen having a cuppa and I told her and demonstrated by knocking 3 times on the kitchen counter. No sooner had I stopped knocking, something knocked 3 times back! We looked at each other, screamed and belted it into the living room. I’ve truly never been so scared in all my life, the knocks were as clear as day.

They still live in this house, and there are a few more stories but I think you get the idea.

In my most favourite house a large thesaurus flew off the bookcase across the family room. I so wished I had checked which page it fell open on. I also used to hear footsteps that stopped at my closed door. I spoke to my friend about it (she is very woo and suggested getting the house blessed) and it stopped.

I used to feel someone beside or behind me but I think that was a long term manifestation of my grief.

When I was a teen my parents bought a derelict house & renovated it. The back door was always flying open on its own for no apparent reason. We later found out the previous owner named Annie had died in the house. Nothing sinister, just of old age. So after that any time the door opened by itself we’d always say “Howya Annie”.

@TellmewhoIam

The two worst are too bad to write about!

Noooo don't do that to us

I stayed with my nan for a about a year, it was the childhood home of my DM with a really long garden that backed onto a river. DM had told me that when she was a child she'd seen a lady dressed in white over the other side of the river and the lady herself was really white. My DM is not woo at all and her younger sister also says she saw a white woman too.

Anyway fast forward to when I lived there (I never saw a ghost) but the house felt horrible! I couldn't enter a room without first reaching in to put the light on. The front door had a little window that I just could not bring myself to look out of. I'd unlock the door looking down at the ground as I was terrified of looking out. Also, I used to work shifts and had to get out at 4am and my exH used to have to come with me to open the door and escort me to my car because I was honestly terrified.

I've never felt like that anywhere else.

As students, my housemates and I were convinced we had a poltergeist. Never felt threatening, but lots of odd stuff happened. Like a plate from the middle of the table suddenly being smashed on the floor when no one was near the table.

It was this large Victorian house. Was a B&B before being a student let. 3 bedrooms, in attic, 3 on middle floor, then two that were originally living room and dining room also being bedrooms. Plus massive kitchen, pantry and utility room Outhouses, garage and cellar.

I wanted to win the lottery as restore that house- it was beautiful. But it did feel like I wasn't just us there.

I love threads like this!

The worst was a very old house that had been converted into three flats. There was this cupboard under the stairs in the main hallway that always gave me the creeps. It just had a dirt floor and the door would never stay shut. The light in the hallway never worked for long, they changed the bulb, got electricians out but it always blew after a few hours so hallway was always dark.

It always felt like something was creeping up the stairs behind you so I used to run up them, even though I felt stupid. It was always worst in the winter, just an awful atmosphere. After I moved out I found out my friends, who weren't woo at all used to leave in pairs and run down the stairs and out of the front door as they felt so creeped out.

It is so hard to just describe the atmosphere of the place. Just felt like you were being watched all the time and it felt like something wanted to do you harm.

I was due to move out and was on my own in the building (other flat had an oil and gas worker in it who was offshore and middle flat was empty). I was feeding my neighbours cat while he was away and as soon as i came out of the flat into the main hallway i felt something staring right at me.

I ran up the stairs and I definitely heard what sounded like something right behind me. When I got up to the top floor I felt better as the light from inside my flat made it less creepy, but I still heard the footsteps coming up the last flight even though I could see nothing was there.

Ran into the flat and shut the door and a few minutes later I heard a scratching sound like someone was running nails against the wood of the door over and over. Got a stool and looked out of the glass bit in the top of the door and there was nothing there but could still hear the scratching.

That place was awful.

A friend lived in a flat in a converted house. Her flat had a small door to a crawl space that would never stay shut long. I went over there one evening to help her clean it up before moving out (she was moving into our flatshare because that place was fucking creepy). It was all empty and she was cleaning the kitchen and I was hoovering the bedroom. The hoover cut out. Hmm. Turned round, hoover still all plugged in, socket on. I hadn't pressed the off button but it was off. That's odd. Turned it back on. Off it went. Third time, I turn round and that time the plug was out of its socket, the socket was turned off and that fucking door was stood wide open. I ran the fuck out of there.

My childhood house. Wasn’t particularly old, small council house.

One evening mum, dad, brother 16, sister 21, me 13, sitting in the front room watching telly. Suddenly there was loud banging on the room door. BANG BANG BANG. I remember seeing the door move with the force. My dad jumped up grabbed the poker and flung open the door, shouting/screaming to frighten the intruder. There was no one there. He ran to the back door, locked. Front door, locked. All windows were locked. There was no one there. That was 50 years ago now. Mum and dad are long gone, but occasionally us siblings discussed it, we are still terrified now and have no explanation.

When I was about four we lived in a downstairs flat in an old tenement building and my Gran would come and babysit. She was the most no nonsense non woo person but she got really creeped out in the flat particularly in the kitchen which had a weird alcove bit at the side.

She felt she was being watched and often thought she heard someone in the kitchen. One night she just got this massive feeling of terror and said the flat got darker and darker and really oppressive.

She ended up grabbing me and going to a neighbour and calling my grandad to come and get us. He was in the police and on duty so came in a squad car! He then did some research into the flat and found that an old lady had died in the kitchen of a perforated leg ulcer and had bled to death. An inquest found that she was neglected by her family and died a horrible death. She used to have a bed in the alcove.

My parents moved not long afterwards.

Mum and dad going to view a house. Dad had a terrible nightmare about a house with strange carvings on the fireplace. There was a single ornate chair in the room. The dream was demonic and he woke with a fright.
Went to view the house. Got to the living room it was the same fireplace from his dream and the single chair. They didn’t buy the house.

The current one I guess, although I don't find it creepy. We have had a number of odd happenings and DDs friend and boyfriend have seen a figure at the top of the stairs a number of times. DD finally admitted she didn't like to leave her bedroom at night to cross the landing when she lived here.

Many do and I lost a cleaner who hated being alone here - I was quite glad actually as I didn't much like her and the resident ghost obviously didn't either as she got the full works!

@TellmewhoIam

The two worst are too bad to write about!

Ok, here are 3 examples from one house, where a lot else happens...

1. I was about 6 years old and went to look for my mother. At the doorway to our smallest bedroom, I saw her in the room. She was standing in a yellow house dress with her back to me, folding clothes that were on the bed. I went in to speak to her. She turned. The thing almost had my mother's face but its eyelids were horribly lifted and the eyes slightly rolled back. I shouted "What are you?" and pursued it into the room. It drifted away and disappeared in a vertical line of static near the built-in wardrobe. There was no laundry on the bed. My mother, when I found her, wasn't hearing yellow.
2. There was an out of focus thing like a tall dark man with a square head that used to rush through the main room from the back door. As a weird child I never mentioned it, just stepped out of the way. Once I was with my mother in the main room. We both stepped aside as it rushed past. It turned out she also regularly sensed it.
3. Recently someone was doing repairs to the front gate. When I went to check on how he was doing, he was puzzled. He had heard my mother calling his name from the back of the house or the back garden. She wasn't there. He went pale when I told him not to answer it.

...There really is a LOT else! Though the house isn't old. I no longer live there but often visit (when not locked down).