Where I used to live, our house had a winding staircase; you’d often hear shuffling on the carpeted stairs and the creak of floorboards on the landing. That can be due to pipes but our family knew different. I would often hear someone shout ‘David’ out in the house. It was an old woman’s voice, uptight, and annoyed. The previous owners still lingered. There was a particular wooden beam in the middle of the house that emitted a smell like burnt toast.
When I was little I would share a room with my brother, and because he was afraid of the dark, the landing light would be on and the door would be wide open. One night I woke up and in the doorway must have been the woman, as I saw a shadow projected onto the wall opposite. She was short with a very large nose and a high-bun. When describing her to my parents and my brother, they had all seen her.
Another memory I have of the house was one day when my dad went up into the attic to get down our suitcases. He pulled out a stack of the Shropshire Star newspaper. Nobody ever went up there, and I swear on his grave that the date on the top newspaper was from the same week. The only person he knew that would have read that paper was his late sister. Unless we had someone living in our attic.
Fuck Yeah Nightmares Answered: 5/10 for scares and thanks for sharing.