Your Name Mike Kay
My Story: Since the age of 17 I have lived and worked all over the UK in my capacity as a Hospitality Manager. In 1993 I returned to my home town in the North East from a Hotel Managers position in Windsor Berkshire, where countless things happened, this however in not about the hotel ,it`s about a theme bar in Darlington Co.Durham, one of the first of it`s kind in the town.
Having taken the deputy managers position I settled in well and made some good friends with the staff and customers. However over the course of a few months It become apparent that all was not as it seemed with the building, especially after hours. We found out the original use for the building had been something to do with Jehovah witnesses, and had been used as a kind of holding area for the dead during the second world war..
There were always little things that occurred after the Bar was closed and the staff were having a drink. Noises in the kitchen on the second floor when you knew no one was up there. Doors slamming behind you for no reason, the music would turn it`s self up with no one in the DJ box.
One particular evening we were having a little staff party after work, I was stood behind the bar getting a couple of drinks and talking to two of the staff when I noticed a woman in a short flowery dress walking up the stairs in front of me, presumably to go to the toilet . From behind she looked very nice and I asked the two guys at the bar with me who she was, when we all looked over she was not there, the staff told me there was no one but work colleagues here. We searched the entire second floor and found no one. Another occasion myself and a member of staff were stood at the end of the bar having a smoke, there were no customers in as it was about 9.30 on a wet Tuesday winters night, Without warning we both heard a huge crash above us, enough to make us both jump, we ran up the stairs and began looking for the source of the noise only to find the trays of cutlery in the kitchen all over the floor, but the trays were still on the work tops… empty.
Lots of incidents occurred over the 4 years I worked there but the last major one still haunts me to this day, we were locking up the building after a fairly quiet night, the control box for all the lights and the alarm was under a flight of stairs next to the front double doors. Mark my colleague was outside pulling the huge metal shutter down halfway , I reached under the stairs and turned all the lights off,the only light left being from the fire route and escape lights, I dont know what made me look up but as I did I saw something that made my heart freeze, facing me on the second level balcony was a huge blacker than black shape, it looked like a tall person in black hooded monk like robes, I knew I was alone in the building. Within a few seconds I banged the alarm code into the box and ran outside slamming the shutter behind me as I went. Even as I headed to my car I did not turn around to look at the building which had huge windows taking up most of the front. Many other things happened after that but nothing to compare to seeing that figure……
Submitted by: Janet
My Story: Hello my name is janet , 18yrs ago i moved to a new house everything was fine for the first 6months then one evening i went out to a friend’s house for a couple of hours i left my son who was 15 at the time at home with his friend when i came back home they were both sitting on the wall outside in the rain so i asked them what they were doing outside in the rain they said they were watching tv when they heard banging about in my bedroom which scared them as no one else was in the house so i went upstairs to my bedroom but everything was just as i’d left it so i told them that but they still insisted they heard banging so i let it be , each time i went out and my son was at home he was always outside when i got home saying there was banging in my bedroom in the end he would’nt stay in when i was’nt at home . i invited a couple of friend’s and my niece round for a meal my son was sleeping at his friend’s, after the meal we decided to play card’s so i turned off the tv and we all sat on the floor to play we played a couple of game’s when suddenly the tv turned on it made us all jump i turned it off again we continued to play when the tv turned on again it freaked us out this time so i left tv on we stopped playing card’s then the front room door flew open i shut it and made sure it was shut properly i just sat down and the door flew open again my friends decided it was time to go we were all freaked out i stayed that night at my niece’s ,everything was ok for the next few day’s and my daughter came back home to live she had moved out of her boyfriends flat so we sat up late chatting then we went to bed i just turned off the light and i wanted to go to the toilet so i got out of bed and felt something crawling on my feet when i looked down i seen maggots i screamed and jumped hitting my head on the corner of my bedroom wall which knocked me on the bed when i looked up it was’nt my bedroom i was in there was dusty floor boards and an old dresser in the room i ran to the door and went out to the landing turned on the light bumped into my daughter who had heard me scream and my daughter screamed as she seen blood on my face where i had gashed my head on the wall i also woke my son aswell i told them i slipped an banged my head on the wall as i did’nt want to scare them with what i saw [i told them the truth a few years later when we moved ] nothing more happened for a few days i slept in my daughters room then decided to go back to my own room the next morning i woke up there was an very large evil looking old mans face on my bedroom wall it looked like it had been done by black finger prints when i looked closer i could see loads of smaller faces in the old mans face i was bewildered how did it get on my wall i phoned my sister and friends who came to see it they all said it was evil an to wash it off but i could’nt i was fascinated by it but also scared me i can’t explain it a week later i was rushed to hospital with an abscess on my appendix i nearly died , my neighbour came to see me in hospital she asked me if i had a lodger as she had seen a man at my bedroom window for a few months looking out i said no and told her what had been happening she was horrified i told my sister what she had said , when i came home from hospital my niece had washed it off the wall i was quite annoyed at the time but she did it because she said she was scared for me so i understood my sister came round that day and made us pack up some clothes and we stayed with her until i got another house . thank you for taking the time to read this i would love to know if anyone could tell me please anything about the face on my wall and the other experiences i had as all these years later i still cannot forget it will be with me always ….janet
Submitted by: John
My Story: I’ve heard of other people experiencing this and have read a lot relating to this experience but maybe someone here has experienced something similar.
When I was in my late teens my parents use to go away on short holidays and I would often stay behind to ‘protect the fort’.
We lived in a 3 bedroom open plan house. My parent,s bedroom was situated at the front of the house and it had its own door to the garden as well as its own bathroom. More often as not I would sleep in their bedroom with my two jack russels in there with me, only because if I ever heard anyone breaking in I would be able to get out of the bedroom and into the garden without having to go through the rest of the house.
One weekend while my parents were away I was up late one night watching tv in their bedroom with the bedroom door locked, as usual when I was by myself, with both my dogs on the bed with me (sorry mom and dad). It was late in the night and about 2 hours earlier I had finished cleaning the dishes and had left them on the drying rack. While lying in bed just as I started to doze off the came loud crashing sound come from the kitchen which sounded like the pots and dishes I put there had fallen off the drying rack. I could even hear one of the pot lids spin around on the floor, both my dogs went mad but wouldn’t go near the bedroom door. I couldn’t hear anyone in the house nor any glass being broken as though someone was climbing in through the window. So I chose to ignore the sound, dismissing it as a neighbourhood cat coming through the window which has happened before, and ended up watching tv for the rest of the night. I dozed off in the very early hours of the morning and awoke when the sun was coming through the curtains. I decided to venture out of my parents bedroom and into the kitchen to inspect the carnage down by the ‘cat’ only to discover that there was absolutely nothing lying on the floor, nothing broken and every dish, plate, pot, pot lid and pan were still in the drying rack.
To this day I’ve never been able to ‘debunk’ that. I often think, was it my imagination but then I recall the way my dogs behaved and think otherwise.