Jack, for the sake of finding work and moved in the autumn of 1992 from the North East England to Nottingham to find work. His girlfriend's family had been kind souls who liked him and who volunteered to put him up till he could find his own accommodations. The house was fairly large and when he came home from interviews and house hunting, his girlfriend would be in school and her parents would be out at work. Because of this, he spent many of hours alone in the house with nothing much to do. The house had been there since the early 1600s and was a renovated farmhouse with seven bedrooms and an attic, which now held three bedrooms and a bathroom. The only thing about everyone being out was you could do things that you wanted to do but could not while others were in. Often when they were not in, he would take the luxury of showering with the music on or walking to the kitchen in towel.
Once when he was in the attic, he had the strange feeling that he was not alone. The bath water was running and the music was on and he went to fetch a towel from the closet. He was quite surprised to find the door open; the door, which he had closed just two minutes earlier. A shiver ran down his spine because opening the door was very hard you had to push it with much force because the carpeting was so lush. You had to push it till you felt and heard the latch click before you knew for sure that it was closed. He went into the bathroom and while he was showering, even above the music, he heard the door, which he had just closed, begin to open again. He made his shower a quick one and hurried downstairs where he waited for his girlfriend till she came back. Expecting either some sympathy or at least a rational explanation, all he got when she came back was a lecture on the dangers of being paranoid.
Once they were lying in bed together at night when the room suddenly turned cold. It was as if the temperature simply dropped all of a sudden. The drop was so quick and so drastic that they both looked at each other at the same time. Loretta was the first one to see it. A shadow about eight feet in length - a torso, a shoulder and a head could be seen on the wall directly in front of them. He could sense that she was on the brink of silent hysteria when he suddenly told her to start moving everything around to see what was causing it. They moved the duvet, pillows and even the lampshade but nothing worked and the shadow stayed on the wall. 'Why won't it go away?' She kept asking frantically, shoving everything in every direction. They stood there, horrified as the shadow slid down off the wall and into the shadow, which was cast by the bed. They fell asleep holding each other and into a troubled sleep. At two in the morning, a man's screams awoke him. It was a distant sound, which had been loud enough to wake him but not her. It was so strange, a scream of a grown man, crying loud in pain.
It had been hard for him to go back to sleep but he had managed it eventually. At about four in the morning, he woke up with the same scream because someone had grabbed his foot. He woke up screaming to find that his girlfriend was screaming as well. They both immediately blamed each other for grabbing each other's foot. Instinctively, they looked at the foot of the bed and saw a figure dropping beneath it. Neither of them were able to sleep that night. Once it was light they slept until noon. After finding a place of his own and moving out, he found out from his girlfriend that her sister would not venture up to the top floor because she felt threatened by something in the spare room. Another friend she made later on said that she saw a sailor dressed all in white walking along the hallway of the top floor. He looked at her and walked into the hall, which bordered the guest room. All this happened about four years ago, and Jack and Loretta are no longer together. The house belongs to someone else now and he has not heard of it since. He lives with his new girlfriend in her house which is another old one and creaks ans groans as you walk through it.
The creaks and groans make him happy though. He recognizes those sounds, unlike those screams that come and go still in his nightmares.
Once they were lying in bed together at night when the room suddenly turned cold. It was as if the temperature simply dropped all of a sudden. The drop was so quick and so drastic that they both looked at each other at the same time. Loretta was the first one to see it. A shadow about eight feet in length - a torso, a shoulder and a head could be seen on the wall directly in front of them. He could sense that she was on the brink of silent hysteria when he suddenly told her to start moving everything around to see what was causing it. They moved the duvet, pillows and even the lampshade but nothing worked and the shadow stayed on the wall. 'Why won't it go away?' She kept asking frantically, shoving everything in every direction. They stood there, horrified as the shadow slid down off the wall and into the shadow, which was cast by the bed. They fell asleep holding each other and into a troubled sleep. At two in the morning, a man's screams awoke him. It was a distant sound, which had been loud enough to wake him but not her. It was so strange, a scream of a grown man, crying loud in pain.
It had been hard for him to go back to sleep but he had managed it eventually. At about four in the morning, he woke up with the same scream because someone had grabbed his foot. He woke up screaming to find that his girlfriend was screaming as well. They both immediately blamed each other for grabbing each other's foot. Instinctively, they looked at the foot of the bed and saw a figure dropping beneath it. Neither of them were able to sleep that night. Once it was light they slept until noon. After finding a place of his own and moving out, he found out from his girlfriend that her sister would not venture up to the top floor because she felt threatened by something in the spare room. Another friend she made later on said that she saw a sailor dressed all in white walking along the hallway of the top floor. He looked at her and walked into the hall, which bordered the guest room. All this happened about four years ago, and Jack and Loretta are no longer together. The house belongs to someone else now and he has not heard of it since. He lives with his new girlfriend in her house which is another old one and creaks ans groans as you walk through it.
The creaks and groans make him happy though. He recognizes those sounds, unlike those screams that come and go still in his nightmares.
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