Yesterday, or night, yes, dead of night, on the ghost hour; 0000h-0100h, I had a rather terrifying experience.
I was sitting in a house reading. Now, this house is no ordinary house, there is something wrong with it, seriously wrong.

A couple of years ago I passed this house, feeling watched, observed. I went inside the house, which was empty, and got the strangest feeling. I felt that inside the house there was a man, an old man, a bit shorter than avrage and bald and he did not want to leave the house. That is the feeling I got; he did not want to leave the house and he was angry but hiding.

Many of my colleagues have bore witness on events alike. One said that he, whilst sitting in the house, heard several knocks on a window. He didn’t pay much attention to it as it was windy outside and he credited the knocks to tree branches swaying in the wind, accidentally hitting the window. When he left the house he checked, the tree branches couldn’t reach the window, even in the heaviest of winds. Another colleague on two occasions heard hard knocks on one of the walls and on one occasion he heard an old record player, or music play, but he couldn’t find the source. Several colleagues just think the house is creepy.

Many of these events and feelings have happened independent of each other, that is; they haven’t been talked about so it’s not a case of hearing what you’ve been told.

Now, I’m not saying that I believe in ghosts or that I have some special gift. I’m just telling you like it is. I have, prior to last night, had ghost-like experiences on three occasions: one, an old woman, standing in a doorway, watching me sleep. This occurred in one of my sisters house. Two, in my other sisters house, a tall, thin man wearing a cape leaning over me also watching me sleep and three, the event described above with the man in the house.

Last night I was sitting in the house minding my own business, reading. I’ve been to the house about five nights this summer. At first I was a bit reluctant to go inside but night, by night it got easier. I thought to myself that the man had left or joked about how he and I were cool now.

Just as I had finished the first chapter, thinking it over, there were four loud bangs on the wall behind be. I got really scared (also I got a bit excited; was this some kind of evidence of the mans existence?). My first reaction was that a bird had flown into the window, but the bangs were much to consistent and loud. My second reactions was that it was one of my colleagues coming to scare me, banging a flash light outside on the house wall. That wasn’t the case either. I tried to find a scientific explanation (If there are ghosts or energies in other dimensions I’m sure they can be explained scientifically, when we know they’re there we can explain it, but you know what I mean). Under the window, in the vicinity of where the bangs had originated, there is a water heated radiator. I thought that there might be air in there pipes, maybe a sudden loss of pressure had caused the sounds. I banged on the radiator, shaking it and so forth trying to either make the sound repeat itself or induce it myself. I couldn’t.

I packed my stuff in my bag. Turned out all the lights. Locked and left the house, sitting in my car all night instead.

So this could be real, it could be fake. It could have happened or just happened in my head. There might be explanations that make since of all this or there might not either way; the feeling I experienced, the one where every hair on my body stood up, literary, was very much real and that is what counts. If you believe or you don’t that’s really up to you but I’m sure you can identify with being really scared, and that I was.

There’s something about that house that isn’t right.