Hi All,
Here is my Hallowe'en story (it has been hard choosing because I have had so many weird experiences). The first house my DH and I bought was a small Very Late Georgian cottage, built in the 1830s, just before Queen Victoria came on the throne. It was the first cottage in a row of three, and they had been built by a Lord, who owned the land in this particular village, for his estate Gardeners, who looked after his livestock, and orchards, and gardens. They were affectionately known as the gardeners cottages. The house had a lovely, friendly atmosphere, but we did experience some strange stuff. We had a catflap in the door at the back of the house, and at the time we owned a cat, but the cat flap would make a noise as if a cat had come through it, when our cat was always in the house asleep. We would always search the house for the stray cat, but could never find it.
The cat also used to stare incessantly at the living room doorway (adult height), and so did my eldest daughter who as a baby also used to stare at the doorway like the cat. And I did actually see a man stood in the doorway, only once though, he appeared and disappeared quite quickly.
If I was on my own in the living room, and my daughter was having a nap in her bedroom. The room would fill up with the smell of tobacco, like a cigarette that had just been lit, but without the smoke. And I always used to think, who is smoking ? I had given up a few years before this. This strange thing happened a lot. Once, I felt someone put their hands on my hips as if to squeeze past me while I was washing pots, the kitchen was incredibly narrow, and if two of you wanted to be in the kitchen at the same time, you would have to put squeeze by each other.
DH and I had the same experience at the same time one evening, and a most horrible smell drifted from the kitchen, into the living room, and seemed to disappear out through the front door. The front door led straight into the living room. It was like a kind of rotting vegetable, compost, manure type smell. I did accuse my DH of horrible gas, which he strongly denied, because after the smell drifted past me, it then drifted past him (we were sat in different parts of the living room, he was closest to the front door). This horrible smell, came and went so quickly. But, don't forget this cottage was originally a Gardeners cottage, makes you wonder doesn't it ?
Anna