My old house was a very very creepy place. It was a really old but beautiful ivy covered cottage, built circa 1630s on an old slate mine.
We lived there for around 12 years and had so many weird happenings it's hard to remember them all!
I'll try to keep it to the most freaky...
I had some of my girly friends round for drinks one evening and we got talking about how spooky my house was. I was telling them that on occasion you hear a voice when nobody was there. Long story short we got wasted and ended up trying to make an EVP. Of course we recorded nothing but ended up laughing and challenging the spirit to talk. Big mistake.
One night before dh and I had dc, he was attending a wedding of an old university pal and would be spending the night away. I was sleeping in my bed with our old dog. I was just drifting off to sleep when there was a huge crash sound from the walk in closet. I sat up in bed squinting at the door to the closet but it was too dark so I lay back down. Then the dog started growling and snarling at the closet door and wouldn't stop. I thought there was obviously a logical explanation, like something had fallen in the closet so I started to get up to go take a look. Just as I did a woman's voice- clear as day- said "HE can hear me". I shit myself! I ran to my car outside in my pjs with the dog and rang my dad hysterical 😂
When my GF was still alive, he would come to our house to keep the dog company (and to escape my DGM lol). Our dog at the time was a small puppy so my GF was taking photographs of him. When he had them developed (it was a while ago no digital cameras then!) there was an unknown older woman just going off shot in one of the photos. She had grey hair and was wearing a dark coloured ling dress. My gf swears nobody else was there.
We also had numerous complaints from neighbours about somebody in our house playing a piano at all hours. Neither dh or I play piano, nor do we have a piano. Most of the alleged times we were both at work.
Two of my oldest friends from university came to stay with for a few nights (again pre dc).
The first night we were sat in the living room drinking when my friend C became really upset. She had seen a woman walk past my kitchen door and knew there was nobody there. She had a long dark dress on and grey hair. We both laughed at her mockingly. The morning after she still seemed out of sorts and left fairly early. My second friend S stayed another night, but that evening she became hysterical after trying to run a bath. She put the plug in and turned the taps on then went to her bedroom to grab a towel...when she returned the plug was out and the taps off. She thought nothing of it, put the plug back and put the taps back on and popped out of the room again. When she returned the taps were off and the plug was in the middle of the floor. She made me sit outside the bathroom while she had a bath and again left pretty sharp the next morning.
Thankfully I never saw anything in the house, but I heard voices on many occasions, items moved on their own, had problems with electrical appliances, water came on and off. Lots of people refused to stay the night. Whatever it was didnt feel bad though it was always a friendly home.
Dh and I did some research at the library and learned that the previous elderly owner had died in the house. Her fiance when she was young also died in our living room from TB. He played the organ for the local church.
The slate mine was also the scene of a local tragedy in the 1800 when the mine collapsed and killed many men.
I'm not sure how we lived there some long honestly! Our new house is a new build and is very quiet and boring