Location:United Kingdom
ack in June of 2004, I had a girlfriend that lived in
Llandrindod Wells, Wales, that I visited quite often. The house was an
old Tudor building, three floors, very tall with high ceilings.
On my first visit there I felt very cold, but I put it down to the
house being very old, with old fashion windows. What that night had in
store for me was unbelievable. There was me, my girlfriend at the time,
her sister, Hannah, and Jaques who was Hannah's boyfriend. We all
decided to stay up all night. It didn't work, we got tired and retired
to our rooms respectively. With it being my first time there, I had to
share the bedroom with Jaques, top floor, where most of the paranormal
seemed to happen.
All three tried to scare me with stories that night, but I wasn't
really a believer. Jaques fell asleep, but I couldn't. Something was
bugging me. I couldn't sleep, and kept hearing noises. I opened my eyes
to a white mist, something that made me think I was dreaming. I started
calling Jaques, to wake him up, but got no reply.
I got out of bed and shook him until he did wake up, and we didn't
have a clue what was going on. We both ran out of the room and down the
stairs to the first floor, to where Hannah and Amy were sleeping. On my
way down there I was stunned. I couldn't move, and was just looking up
to the bedroom when a face appeared in this mist. It was a woman with
long dark hair. Then I saw a little boy run across from one of the
rooms, to another, straight past this mist. Then I heard a door slam. I
was eventually taken downstairs and given water and something to eat,
still shaken as to what I saw.
I didn't end up sleeping at all that night, and only agreed to return
to that room as long as I could sleep in the same room as Amy. I
thought I'd have a peaceful night, but was woken up about five am by a
quiet breathing sound. Scratches appeared on my body and started to
bleed, with me being so pale, they showed up even more than on most.
I woke Amy, everybody else was woken up, and we all went downstairs
and sat around the kitchen table. Jaques told me he had been in the same
situation before in the house. We decided to check out the history of
the house, and it turned out to be an old Whore house.
A lesbian woman lived there, that preyed on innocent men. It turned
out she would take them upstairs and kill them, with them thinking they
was getting something else, and then she would take their money and
dispose of the bodies. She did this to seven men. One night, a man that
she attempted to kill, turned nasty and beat her up so bad she died from
her injuries. It turned out this man was a policeman at the time.
Ever since this incident, all the men see things in this house, and
get horrible feelings when they're inside. From the outside, the house
looks cold, inside it is very comfortable unless you're a man. Then
you'll know about it.
This was the worst experience of my life. I have never been so
scared. Why she targeted me over Jaques I don't know, but one thing is
for sure, and that is that I won't be going back.
Source:yourghoststories
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