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SIGNS ACROSS THE Divide
Gwen’s house was truly haunted
Yawning, I started pushing the fridge across the kitchen to its new spot. It was 10pm at night and I’d just moved into an old farmhouse on Saddleworth Moor. The place had views to die for and a fascinating history - it was built in 1640 as a hunting lodge for one of Oliver Cromwell’s generals.
But moving house takes it out of you, and I was tired and fretful. So much so that, when I wedged the fridge into the corner and plugged it in, and the plug promptly fell back out again, I yelled a rude word!
At once, the kitchen door slammed shut with such force that the house shook! Jumping out of my skin, I suddenly felt really creeped out. What could have slammed the door? There was no breeze, and I was all alone in this ancient house...
My 16-year old son arrived home shortly afterwards, and we both went up to bed.
I was just putting on my pyjamas when there was an almighty crash.
Cautiously, we crept downstairs to investigate. One of my pictures had fallen off the wall and smashed to bits.
Strange. I’d hung it very securely on a nail that was still jammed hard into the wall.
I barely slept a wink that night. Had I moved us into a haunted house?
But next morning, when the sun came up over the moors, our new home looked stunningly beautiful again.
One evening, I was lounging on the couch watching telly. My son had gone out with some of his friends. Gradually, I became aware of the sound of footsteps overhead.
My skin started to crawl. I was definitely alone in the house – so who was walking around in the bedroom above.
The sounds stopped – then the picture on the wall next to me began swinging from left to right. I was starting to panic when I realised I could make out the faces of three lads, staring in at me through the window. I breathed a sigh of relief. My son was back, with his mates. Phew!
‘Is the latch on the front door stuck again?’ I yelled to the lads outside.
I heard the front door open and my son walk in.
‘Don’t worry, lads, he’s done it,’ I said to the boys outside.
My son stuck his head into the room. ‘Who are you talking to, Mum?’ ‘Your mates,’ I replied. ‘What mates?’ he asked, looking puzzled.
I pointed to the boys outside – but they’d vanished...
So much weird stuff went on in my house, I was relieved when we moved out in the end. It was a gorgeous house – but looks aren’t everything!
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