Haha well err ok, sorry its long though,
we first had builders in to do all the structural stuff etc and after a while the money ran out so the rest was left for us to do evenings and weekends. So this one evening after the electrician had come the upstairs walls had literally crumbled down, I could stand in the front bedroom and see through to the back. We had no windows, no central heating, no walls at all upstairs it was a complete wreck and I cannot even tell you how freezing it was during this time! It was during the winter we did this, snowing and ice outside, we had to put off plastering for 6 weeks as it was so cold, it wouldn't have set, and we had 1 builders light in the whole house we would move around room to room, dp had a head torch too. We were both upstairs stood by the bathroom knocking off the rest of the artex plaster and dp asked would I like a drink, so off he went downstairs to the kitchen to make one. Our bathroom is right at the top of the stairs, there is only the wall that separates the 2. Our old loft hatch was in the bathroom, It wasn't covered on this day, so looking up Ii could see the roof through the loft.
So I carry knocking off the artex plaster and hear something that sounds like a glass breaking, I moved the light thing to see and a little glass bottle glints under the light. Just then I hear dp coming back up the stairs, but he never got to the top stair, he was stood outside the bathroom wall whilst I was on the other side, so I shouted come and see this, its just fell out the wall, but he didn't come in, so I shouted again, I poked my head out the bathroom door and shouted him and this time I heard him answer from downstairs as he was still making a cuppa. Now I know some of you will be sitting there saying oh do shut up, but I swear on my life I heard footsteps, Id lived here for over 20 years at this point and know every creak of the floorboards, I could tell you who was walking up the stairs between my mum/ dad or brother. I know I heard footsteps.
So I'm hiding in the bathroom and dp finally comes up and asks me why hadn't I stayed downstairs, I told him I hadn't been anywhere but he swore he heard me coming down the stairs.
We stand there having our cuppa debating whether to call it a night and I decide to carry on a bit as I didn't have that much left, I hack away again and out falls another little bottle, Like an old victorian bottle used for medicine or something. This time dp heard ir drop and turned around. we both stood there terrified thinking what the hell was buried in the loft, so he took over while I hid in the corner, he jumps up a ladder and to cut a long story short finds at least 20 hand drawn pictures of an old man, all various sizes, a hand drawn booklet of a peter rabbit story by someone aged 8 and finally was a bit of hair in a ribbon.
He was fine with all this while I was nearly setting fire to the house to rid it of anything weird, then what he pulled out next I can't even describe, we still don't know what it was, but it was a skeleton, the size of maybe a kitten, with a very long tail almost rat like but it also had fold out bits that look like they could have been wings. It was at this point dp screamed and jumped down 8 steps of the ladder and decided to call it a day and the next time we went we took his dad who got rid of it for us.
we kept everything apart from the hair, We put the bottles back in the loft in a box and the drawings I've got in the spare room in a folder. They may have nothing at all to do with this man, after all someone or possibly more than 1 person has lived here before us and after this man in the film.
Picture was taken the night it all happened, I was working just to the right.