Years back when me and Rach moved above her dads chip shop for 9-12+months we had a ghost! His name was John(surname will come to me as documented in the libruary). Building is a 17th century old thing, you know, the type with cellars that whack you in the head as the roof beams are 5ft off the ground... Bits had happened prior to us moving above which she used as a studio too, fridge of pop cans exploding to an old man sat in the back room . One of the women who worked there said " your dad seems nice, just been talking to him" ......"my dad?" So he went out back to nothing, no one there and no where to go either to sneak in and sneak out without being noticed anyway.
So thats a brief bit, now my experience happened several times during living there, from extreme cold spots, foot steps and bangs on the upper doors at night(goes without saying all locked up and no one there as her dad always said "beep that, ya won't catch me up there at night!"
One night I got a call in work as I was on 2-10 shift, she thought I was messing about with foot steps and trying the door upstairs (old rickety wooden stairs). I answered and she heard the machines in the back ground....all went silent and I could sense panick. So I had to leave early that night to reassure her all is fine and what became a normal saying "it's just John ".
One night I can remember (many nights over close to a year of stating there)there was an intense cold spot on the landing near the bathroom, real cold type spot. From being infront of an open fire type feel to going out in the snow naked feel! I got in bed, maybe 12 ish and lots of noises bangs the usual stuff. We snuggled up , my arms wrapped around her so we both knew it was impossible to be us. Across the room where she had back drops hanging was a step ladder. Resting on the top were several bull dog clips(for clipping back drops up). I noticed and knew they were there as they have been for days. Next minute I got hit, instinct told me it was from the far side of the room, happened again and a 3rd time as one landed right near my head .Now pretty pi55ed off I jumped up out of bed ranting, fumbled for the light switch for the bulb to pop/explode! Aaaaaaargh real annoyed now(no flashlight at hand either!, how it would be different now :laughing
Then after changing out for a spare, the phone started to make noises through the external speaker . You know , the beep beep as if someone was dialling it. This is in the office part,always locked ......Then a voice, kind of 3D sounding, echoing in the room but hard to understand . Maybe old English but I am not sure how it sounds anyway......I looked out front expecting a drunk, street was dead and not a soul about...
Pretty much every night or at least every other night something would happen, that night was extreme ! As I have a pretty open mind I don't believe or ather did not believe in ghosts. I always wanted proof, now i need proof to prove otherwise ....
Believe or not and how brave is rach(never bothers me as I found entertaining usually, other than the night mentioned with the voices that kept us awake till 5:30am and had to get up at 6am for an early shift that day..) I used to work 3 rotating, so every 3 weeks a night shift, rach would sleep there all alone ......with no exaggeration, real bumps in the night.
The name has come to me, John West iirc and no not the tuna John