I think my holiday cottage is haunted

[JuliaSeesHer]

The dog won’t settle. She’s been with us for many U.K. cottage holidays and she makes herself st home within about 20 minutes. We’ve been here for 3 days.

The cottage is 1700s and there is a freezing cold patch whereas the rest of the cottage is cosy warm.

Things have been flying off the kitchen counter.

Last night I felt the duvet move like a hand run down my leg which wasn’t a) DH b) the duvet moving when one of us was turning over.

There’s now a howling gale outside which isn’t helping.

Floating orb rats. That’s a new one!

It wasn’t a rodent on my leg and not in the cottage otherwise the dog would go berserk. It may have dead flies but it doesn’t have anything four legged apart from the dog.

Well this has really disturbed me!

Anywhere near Brauton (can't spell this afternoon) A relative stayed in a cottage there and they left after 3 days 'cos of the strangeness!

I lived in a house (briefly, just for a few months) a few years ago. Modern detached house, right in the corner of the estate.
For some strange reason, l felt the need to sage it before l moved in. I've never done that before or since. Whether that kicked things off or not, l don't know, but...
When l was downstairs, l could hear noises upstairs like footsteps and cupboards/drawers being opened.
When l was in bed, l could hear door handles being rattled as if someone was trying to open the doors.
It didn't scare me (I've lived in houses that were 'active', but nothing malevolent) but it was strange. I didn't stay long because the letting agents didn't tell me until l signed the rental lease that the landlord was keeping it on the market for sale, and in the few months l was there l had eight viewings! And they hadn't told any of them it was being sold either.

Years ago a friend and l went to Harrogate for the weekend. She'd booked the hotel, it was a beautiful big stone house, probably Victorian, set in its own grounds.
We had two single rooms, mine was on the first floor and hers was on the floor above. I was fine, nice room, quiet and cosy.
The next morning at breakfast l asked how she'd slept and she said barely at all, because there was 'a little girl in the room in old fashioned clothes who kept crying and trying to get her attention'.
When we went to reception to check out, my friend asked the young lad on reception if they'd had any reports of 'odd happenings' in the hotel. He asked which room she'd been in, and when she told him, he said, yes, they had, quite a few, over the years.

@katseyes7 i would have been in your bed quicker than you can say ‘most haunted’

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My friend was very 'sensitive' anyway, she actually owned a spiritual/psychic type shop back home, so it didn't bother her as much as it would have me.
Maybe l wouldn't have picked up on it? Although the man on reception said they'd had 'quite a few' people ask and comment about it.

I live in a house that still hosts is long dead previous occupants! It may sound nuts, but talk to it and tell it to go away and that it's scaring you. Mine likes to play up when there is change, decorating etc.

Not related to a haunting but I've had a ladybird up my nose. I do not recommend it.

@Skyejay i'm not sure if you meant to say this but that sounds like you think no street lights + owls = creepy

People pay a fortune for that kind of joy! It's not creepy. Isn't that the whole point of a countryside cottage?

@JuliaSeesHer you seem very calm about the whole thing.

Well, I’m not now. I went downstairs to make a cup of tea and someone was prowling around outside. The front door has a window in it and he was standing on the doorstep looking to the left of the window but there is no postbox or utility metre there. I have phoned the property owner to see if they sent someone round but there is no answer. The property is secluded off a little lane and has a large front garden. The garden gate was closed so he made quite an effort to get to the door. Even if he’d come to pick up the recycling, he shouldn’t be staring into the building.

Please tell us about the haunted caravan 🙏

So standing at the front door, not ‘prowling’?

Many years ago,I took my dc around to a friends house with another friend and her dc (we had 5 kids between us)

The house was a bit of a weird layout-you walked in through the front door into a room,through that door (in a straight line) to the stairs,past those into the lounge (and walk in a straight line through that room and you where in the kitchen and then garden)

We there sat having coffee in the lounge chatting away and the kids where all upstairs in her ds's bedroom playing

Clear as anything,I saw a young boy aged about 6,run through the 'front door' room,stop at the bottom of the stairs,turn and run up them

I went upstairs to check on the kids and they all swore they hadn't left the room (they where all sat playing with lego)

I came downstairs and mentioned this to my friend who burst into tears

Before she'd had her ds,she had very sadly lost a baby (it was classed as a miscarriage rather than a stillbirth due to how many weeks along she was)

As she was explaining this,my other friend asked if they'd called him 'sam' and she said yes

The friend said she'd just got a feeling about his name but didnt know why

As we where leaving a bit later on,my young dd told me 'my new friend sam was playing with our lego mummy'

Was a tad freaked out but she got comfort from knowing her child was with her and I often saw him at her house-id catch him in the corner of my eye or get a feeling he was around

Im genuinely not woo but I know what I saw

Yes - he didn’t knock so why was he there?

I don’t know, but if I’d noticed someone standing at the door, I’d have asked him.

Years ago we stayed in an old stone cottage on a small complex in wales. Lovely setting rolling hills, swimming pool etc.
It had originally been a farm I think. The cottage was very old with lots of original features.
Our girls were teens and shared a room downstairs.
We had a room at the top of the stairs.
Around the middle of the week we were in bed late at night. We both heard footsteps on the creaky stairs very clearly. We were expecting one of the girls to say they couldn’t sleep.
The latch to the bedroom door ( original door) then started moving up and down quite loudly. My DH shouted loudly who’s there? The noise stopped immediately and we heard no more footsteps.
We were both really spooked! Girls had been fast asleep.
Next morning my DH told the owner what happened. She just smiled then said the wind must have rattled the door! Wasn’t windy and the windows were closed.
We didn’t go back even though the setting was lovely. We aren’t “ woo” but I got goosebumps remembering this. Not much scares my DH but he was really unsettled by it.

@JuliaSeesHer your update sounds like a nosy human

I think that's probably separate to everything else

I used to know someone who lived temporarily in quite an isolated farmhouse -well a friend of my parents really.

She said since Google Maps started, she'd had countless people coming along, some people would just stare into the windows, like they made an assumption that no one was living there which was weird because her car was outside!

And then she had downright nosy parkers ringing the doorbell and saying "hello what is this please?" And she was like "it's my freaking home - now go away"!

Is it possible you got one of those?

I used to live on the Lyke Wake Walk route when I was little and we used to get a lot of walkers knocking on the door asking if they could use the loo. Cant so that now!

This cottage is lovely despite the weird stuff. Good luck to the new people coming in this weekend!

Never seen experienced anything but following. My DM is a bit woo.

Several years ago we stayed in a remote 17 century cottage in Cornwall. On our last night I woke up terrified, all the hairs on my body were raised, I was sure someone was in the room. It was pitch black and I didn’t dare move. Never experienced anything like it. Casually mentioned it to my husband the next day and was horrified when he said he’d had the same experience.

Oh, now that’s creepy.