The Resentful Spirit Who Haunted My Childhood

This story took place during my childhood in the 1970’s. We lived in Manchester, UK in a council property in a, now, derelict part of the city. Back then the houses we considered old and were quite rundown.

That house always had a strange feeling for me, particularly the cupboard under the stairs. I never felt comfortable leaving the living room unless I was with one of my parents. I always got a feeling of real dread anytime I approached that point of the hall and used to run full out of the living room to the stairs and run all the way up them, then rush down them. I never ever saw anything but the feeling was sheer terror and horror.

One night my dad had taken me up to my bed and tucked me in, leaving the door slightly open to allow a little bit of light to come in from the upstairs hall landing. I fell asleep quickly that night. Sometime later I was woken by a hand on my right shoulder As I opened my eyes and turned around, expecting to see one of my parents, I was shocked to find an old woman whom I’d never seen before leaning over the bars of my cot bed looking down on me. I let out a scream and started shouting for my dad. As I done this, the old woman whose face was heavily wrinkled, with her hair pulled tight into a scruffy bun, wearing a typical Granny type apron and her dress with the sleeves rolled up to the elbow, began backing off bringing her hand to her mouth and ushering me to “shhhhhh, shhhhhh” before saying “it’s ok…shhhhhhhh.” She continued to back off into the far corner of the room, all the time urging me with “shhhhhh”. She eventually vanished into the darkest corner of the room moments before my dad, came running into my room.

Rest of this horrifying encounter at My Haunted Life Too