Home is where the heart is. And where the bed vibrates. (1300 hits)
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Submitted by boohoofish1978.at.yahoo.co.uk> (View user info) at 2007-05-08 16:00:04 EDT
I moved into this place three years ago. Previously I had lived only 12 miles away from this epicentre of junkies and scumbags but I knew very little of the particular area.
The house, on inspection, proved adequate (if not filthy) for my son and my own needs. So after a thorough clean we moved in. Not knowing a soul and being one to 'keep myself to myself' it took a number of weeks before a conversation was struck up between myself and my adjoining neighbor. During our brief chat he asked about how I 'minded living there' and commented how he 'wouldn't like living there' but being polite and just assuming he was talking about the general shitness of the estate I never asked him what he meant.
It didn't take long to discover for myself.
After maybe a month or so, on several occasions both my partner and I were woken in the early hours by the sound of someone running downstairs. It was loud enough to wake my bear of a boyfriend and after checking it was not the guys next door (they were out on the town) it remained totally unexplainable. As was the sensation that, as we lay in bed at night trying to succumb to sleep, the bed would gently vibrate.
Freaky, but you get used to the noise (I believe walls absorb sound. I was once taking a bath in a very old, creaky house when I heard the echos of men laughing, the murmur of their discussion, glasses clinking, later to find that a hundred years previous it had been a pub).And I could live with the moving bed. On several occasions we exploited that phenomenom.
Then there were the 'cold spots', the sense of never being alone, all the usual hocus pocus folk describe when talking about haunted houses.But things took a sinister turn.
After throwing away the remaints of the previous tenants possessions came our first little spooky episode. I was laying in bed one morning trying to have that elusive lie in when I heard my son (four or so at the time) arise from his pit across the hall and stumble into the bathroom. He seemed his usual happy self, chatting away to no one in particular like kids do at that age. Mid pee he stopped and shouted "Mum!" to which I replied "Yes?" (thinking we had yet another spider/ plughole situation). But my son screamed with rising panic "Why are you stood in the doorway looking at me angry?" I was in bed still.
I walked into the bathroom to find tears streaming down his frightened face. I felt so uneasy. Active imagination or not, I just didn't like it. Later, after careful questioning, he said he saw the face of a lady who he thought was me, with a wild angry expression of hate.
A few days later I awoke alone (my boyfriend and I are lowly blue collar shift workers) to the sounds of what I can only describe as someone dragging plastic sheeting across the kitchen lino, directly beneath my bedroom. Both the upstairs and downstairs hallway lights were broken (despite endless reports to the landlord) so there was no way I was going to see if I could locate the source of the noise myself. I just got into bed with my son and clutched the duvet tightly until sunrise.
I must at this point add I am not a damsel in distress type female given to flights of fancy. Before meeting my current partner I lived alone with my son. I think I'm ok at handling the shit life throws at me having, for example, once chased away midnight would be burglars armed with nothing more than a rolling pin and a flimsy nightdress.
The next day I went round to my neighbors looking for answers. I got them.
The previous tenant, also a female who lived with her son,had died at the property. Nothing out of the ordinary, people die all the time. That's life (?)It was how she died that made me think. Apparently (and this was all later confirmed by archives of the local paper in the town library) she had been somewhat of a local 'character', a generally cheery alcoholic, struggling to make ends meet but always enough spare for a two litre bottle of extra strong cider.
It was New Years Eve and her son had gone to stay at her sisters while she and her on/off boyfriend (a tumultuous pairing if what I hear is correct) celebrated the festivities together. The exact details of that night are sketchy but the couple rowed and that night she decided her New Years resolution was to take as many pills as she could stuff into her mouth, wash them down with copious amounts of booze and die. Things did not go to plan and she ended up stumbling on the stairs only to tumble down it and break her neck.
Her boyfriend, unable to cope with his lovers demise, then entered what can only be described as a period of intense and macabre denial and lived with the body for a total of six days, washing and dressing her, feeding her and fuck knows what else. It was only after repeated failed attempts by the dead womans sister (the boyfriend ignored all attemps of communication) that she became worried and phoned the police. Eventually the back door was kicked in and the body discovered. The boyfriend was immediately arrested on suspicion of murder but after a post mortem revealed the truth he was released into the care of the Local Authority Psychiatric Unit.
The house was boarded up after the removal of most of her belongings (unwanted by her family) a few days before my arrival.
On hearing this I got the house Blessed. I'm not sure if I have Faith, I was bought up CofE but I don't follow any one belief. It felt right though as our local vicar and his reader, enrobed and sprinkling holy water, said a prayer in every room and demanded any unwanted spirit to leave.
Since then nothing has really occured. only, when I finally decided to hook up the television aerial to the main mast to enable Freeview my boyfriend had to venture in the loft. Here he found in the corner a single, soiled mattress, next to it some mouldy, used crockery and a pile of Beano comics.
I am no longer spooked by the events of this houses past (I am however still known locally as the lady who lives in the dead womans house) but I do feel this is a sad, depressing house. I've decorated and accessorised it until every aspect of it has changed but nothing seems to erase the tragedy of her life and its end.
We've recently been offered the chance to purchase the house at a good and profitable price. We are going to do so, but rent it out and move on. In the three or so years of living here, and despite giving birth to my new baby son on the living room floor, it has never felt like home.
Her name was Elaine.
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Submitted by lostnphound (user info) at 2008-03-25 13:15:12 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
BOING
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Submitted by sicosemen (user info) at 2008-02-08 11:10:49 EST (#)
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I once took a step off the sidewalk and fell into what I thought was a pothole. Turns out it was orphelia's cunt.
Submitted by matnotharry (user info) at 2008-02-06 17:59:32 EST (#)
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Haha yea this is such a messed up part of the country. So many people seem to be going nowhere, it's a bit sad sometimes. Contrasts how pretty it all is.
I'm from West London - currently living up here for Warwick Uni - good times.
Not quite a noob - not a massive contributor either!
Submitted by matnotharry (user info) at 2008-02-05 17:43:06 EST (#)
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Is your house in the Midlands? Since moving up here (Warwick) I've realised the place is a bit strange like that.
I enjoyed this.
Submitted by BeforeEmily (user info) at 2008-01-31 17:03:04 EST (#)
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Submitted by scourge (user info) at 2008-01-07 18:07:10 EST (#)
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Submitted by sicosemen (user info) at 2007-12-03 11:28:36 EST (#)
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After I beat you with the frying pan I'm gonna shove it in your 2slot....and you will like it.
Submitted by Brdn_Nkd (user info) at 2007-11-21 14:14:39 EST (#)
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Submitted by CaptainThorns (user info) at 2007-11-21 13:52:21 EST (#)
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Interesting story. So you named the HOUSE Elaine?
Submitted by triangle_man (user info) at 2007-11-19 17:04:03 EST (#)
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I have a similar story....for some day
Submitted by monkeyswithguns (user info) at 2007-10-03 17:07:41 EDT (#)
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Submitted by orph (user info) at 2007-10-02 07:28:53 EDT (#)
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Ok, I liked this story, and the end line is very poignant.
Submitted by Malcontent (user info) at 2007-05-23 19:18:01 EDT (#)
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Submitted by EmissionImpossible (user info) at 2007-05-22 03:39:35 EDT (#)
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Submitted by Davros (user info) at 2007-05-10 08:35:45 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Good enough for me.
I am happy.
-Dave
Submitted by JoeyG (user info) at 2007-05-09 07:20:44 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Submitted by JonnyX (user info) at 2007-05-08 21:20:32 BST (#)
Ranking: 1
THE FUNK OF FORTY THOUSAND YEARS
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How can I not +2 a post that garners a review like this?
Submitted by Berty (user info) at 2007-05-09 06:54:09 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
There you go.
Submitted by BranDo (user info) at 2007-05-09 06:34:32 EDT (#)
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great stuff
Submitted by Amontillado (user info) at 2007-05-08 18:57:58 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Jonnyx made me smile.
Submitted by Shlongy (user info) at 2007-05-08 18:53:19 EDT (#)
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Is there a camwhore of your hole in the near future?
Submitted by orphelia (user info) at 2007-05-08 17:49:08 EDT (#)
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haha it does. Luckily I actually named him Alfie.
Submitted by St_Jimmy (user info) at 2007-05-08 17:42:59 EDT (#)
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Reread your ending, it sounds like you named your son Elaine.
Raised in the CofE?
Cake or death?
Submitted by ilikesteak (user info) at 2007-05-08 17:38:21 EDT (#)
Ranking: -2
This sucked.
Submitted by i_can_get_you_a_toe (user info) at 2007-05-08 17:14:24 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
Could have been better, nice story, just not that entertaining so i skim read most of it.
Submitted by TheUniter (user info) at 2007-05-08 17:03:52 EDT (#)
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Submitted by orphelia (user info) at 2007-05-08 16:59:01 EDT (#)
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I am not sure she liked me posting this. My yukka just shook!
Submitted by FALLEN (user info) at 2007-05-08 16:40:59 EDT (#)
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Good.
Ok, ok, I rolled over for a ghost story, again.
Just take your +2 already.
Submitted by creep_firebombing (user info) at 2007-05-08 16:26:28 EDT (#)
Ranking: -1
Hey, at least you're trying now.
"I've seen better (-1)"
Submitted by DudeThatsBOSH (user info) at 2007-05-08 16:26:12 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
willing participant below
Submitted by FartSmeller (user info) at 2007-05-08 16:23:43 EDT (#)
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Rapist above.
Submitted by no1hasdis (user info) at 2007-05-08 16:23:41 EDT (#)
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Much better. This should have been your first post.
Submitted by JonnyX (user info) at 2007-05-08 16:20:32 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
THE FUNK OF FORTY THOUSAND YEARS
Submitted by Wildman (user info) at 2007-05-08 16:13:26 EDT (#)
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I smelled, what I thought was, a hundred-year old fart once.
Submitted by Shlongy (user info) at 2007-05-08 16:11:16 EDT (#)
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If I read it, there's a 94% chance I would have -2ed it.
Sometimes, it's best just to let sleeping Shlongys lie.
...down and take a nap.
Submitted by DudeThatsBOSH (user info) at 2007-05-08 16:10:26 EDT (#)
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No Comment
Submitted by The_Drake (user info) at 2007-05-08 16:09:01 EDT (#)
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Didn't read it, but it can't be all THAT bad if shlongster didn't -2 you.
Submitted by skrapmetal (user info) at 2007-05-08 16:08:50 EDT (#)
Ranking: -1
Nececita mas violación sexual.
Submitted by orphelia (user info) at 2007-05-08 16:08:40 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
I find if you promise something sexy in the title your post stands a chance of being read
Submitted by Shlongy (user info) at 2007-05-08 16:06:40 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
Good title. I'm serious.