My partner and I had been together about a year and decided to rent a place together. Found a lovely Warner flat in Walthamstow and all was good for about a year. Bizarre things started after my Uncle passed away suddenly, although shortly before we moved we discovered the upstairs neighbours held a ouija board party so who knows?
I'll be the first to admit that this story sounds just that, a 'story', but every word is true and it was bloody terrifying.
Anyway just so you can place yourself, the rooms on the flat all ran off to the left with the main corridor on the right. You'd come through the front door, lounge, spare room, kitchen, bathroom, main bedroom.
It was a Sunday night, about 9pm, partner was out with friends and I was in the kitchen washing up. There was no door to the kitchen, just an arched doorway and suddenly I was aware that something was at the front door. I knew it wasn't a person, I can only describe it as a huge rolling ball of crackling evil energy and it was slowly coming down the hallway.
To the left of the sink was the backdoor however our landlady was super safety concious so as well as the regular lock, there were top and bottom Mortice locks plus top and bottom bolts. I knew that I wouldn't have enough time to get all those locks undone and force open the always sticky door - plus if I did get out into the garden, what would that achieve?!
I remember standing at the sink, shaking as this thing slowly rolled closer and closer to me - I refused to look to my right and just gripped the edge of the sink, my legs shaking so much my knees were actually banging into the cupboard door underneath.
When whatever it was drew level with the archway I felt such pure evil radiating from it my legs almost gave way but amazingly, it carried on slowly moving down the hallway and went.
There were a number of spooky things that happened in that flat but that was the absolute worst. I have no idea what it was, where it came from and I hope I never encounter anything like it ever again.