I used to live in Norwich, on one of the roads that comprised the golden triangle (for the locals). I never believed in ghosts until I lived in that house, I’m not entirely sure I do now but something was going on there.
I would hear footsteps running up and down the stairs and across the landing towards my bedroom. It would stop as soon as I opened the door, and begin again when I closed it.
I’d hear chaos happening in the kitchen in the middle of the night. It would sound like someone was smashing the place up, breaking cabinet doors, throwing glasses etc. Again, it would stop as soon as you went to investigate, and nothing was touched.
I would leave my keys/cigarettes/other belongings on, for example, the dining room table, and come back five minutes later and they were gone. I’d end up finding them in a room I hadn’t even been in.
The gas was turned on in the kitchen a few times, when no one had touched the oven.
I’d have the bed covers pulled off me in the night. Also, the bed would shake. Initially I thought it was moving due to traffic vibrations, but it wasn’t that type of shaking. It was like someone was grabbing the bed posts and yanking them backwards and forwards. I would also get sleep paralysis in that house, never had it before I since I moved out.
The worst occasion happened in the middle of the night. I worked nights at the time so I was wide awake during those hours. It was my night off and I was watching movies in my bedroom. Suddenly, the atmosphere just…changed. It became thick and stifling, yet cold. I looked up and I saw this black mass just twitching and juddering along the floor. It didn’t have a defined shape, but it had these black ‘limbs’ that would emerge from the main body, appearing twisted and dislocated. I remember being sat there just looking at it as it moved closer, I think I was in absolute shock. It got closer to the end of the bed and I came back to myself and noped the fuck out of there.
I moved out about a month later.