Shieldfire
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Hi - I'm new here.
I'm actually writing a book on hauntings of stately homes in my home country. Hopefully it'll be finished in ... well some time =)
I live in a 230 year old house in the country side (on the site of a medieval village), but haven't experienced anything clearly strange here (apart from ... well no, probably not ... =p)
Personally, I've had a couple of strange experiences, but the weirdest one happened many years ago, when I worked early mornings delivering news papers in downtonw Stockholm, Sweden.
The house I was supposed to deliver news papers to was nothing out of the ordinatry, just a plain brick high rise in the center of town. So I gathered my papers, open the door to the driveway to the inner yard and there on the right were the stairs behind glassfitted doors. Unsuspectingly I open the doors to the stairs and ascended the first few steps when ....
I can't explain the athmosphere on those stairs as other than extremely oppresive. I really didn't want to be there, even if it wasn't a directly "evil" feeling hitting me it was very clear something in there was "wrong". But I had to deliver the papers so I forced my self up all 5 flights (no elevator of course) and then down again. I ran out the building at the end. And didn't really look forward to deliver to this house in the future, but what you say - "Hey boss, this house there - do I really have to deliver there? It feels creepy..."
Nah don't think so.
So, one morning I entered the stairs, tried rushing through the flights ensuring the light didn't go out by hittig the lightswitch on each floor and when at the top of the stairs I heard someone opening a dorr somewhere below calling "Hello?...." I almost shit myself =)
I just stood there at the top of the stairs, imagening I head somone move a bit for further down and I stood there for something that felt like 10-15 minutes waiting for the door to close. It didn't. At least I didn't hear it close.
Eventually I found some courage to creep down the strairs expecting to be butchered on every landing, but I made it out (obviously) not seeing any open doors anywhere.
Thankfully this was the only time this happened, although the oppresive athmosphere was still there every morning.
I'm actually writing a book on hauntings of stately homes in my home country. Hopefully it'll be finished in ... well some time =)
I live in a 230 year old house in the country side (on the site of a medieval village), but haven't experienced anything clearly strange here (apart from ... well no, probably not ... =p)
Personally, I've had a couple of strange experiences, but the weirdest one happened many years ago, when I worked early mornings delivering news papers in downtonw Stockholm, Sweden.
The house I was supposed to deliver news papers to was nothing out of the ordinatry, just a plain brick high rise in the center of town. So I gathered my papers, open the door to the driveway to the inner yard and there on the right were the stairs behind glassfitted doors. Unsuspectingly I open the doors to the stairs and ascended the first few steps when ....
I can't explain the athmosphere on those stairs as other than extremely oppresive. I really didn't want to be there, even if it wasn't a directly "evil" feeling hitting me it was very clear something in there was "wrong". But I had to deliver the papers so I forced my self up all 5 flights (no elevator of course) and then down again. I ran out the building at the end. And didn't really look forward to deliver to this house in the future, but what you say - "Hey boss, this house there - do I really have to deliver there? It feels creepy..."
Nah don't think so.
So, one morning I entered the stairs, tried rushing through the flights ensuring the light didn't go out by hittig the lightswitch on each floor and when at the top of the stairs I heard someone opening a dorr somewhere below calling "Hello?...." I almost shit myself =)
I just stood there at the top of the stairs, imagening I head somone move a bit for further down and I stood there for something that felt like 10-15 minutes waiting for the door to close. It didn't. At least I didn't hear it close.
Eventually I found some courage to creep down the strairs expecting to be butchered on every landing, but I made it out (obviously) not seeing any open doors anywhere.
Thankfully this was the only time this happened, although the oppresive athmosphere was still there every morning.
