True ghost stories 👻

[Columbo]

Sorry this is a little off topic, has anyone watched the new Netflix documentary on the murder of Sophie Toscan du Plantier? Sophie was a lady from Paris who had a little holiday getaway in West Cork, Ireland.

She went for a walk past some old ancient Castle ruins. Local legend was that the castle was haunted by a white lady and if you ever saw her it meant you were going to die in the hours that followed. Sophie returned from her walk and called her family in France terrified because she’d seen this infamous ghost of the woman dressed in white appear in front of her at the castle. She was murdered that evening.

Sophie’s friend also says in the documentary that a clairvoyant had predicted her murder. The clairvoyant pointed to a framed photo of Sophie and said that lady is going to have a violent death when she’s 40.

The rest of the documentary focuses on the investigation into her murder but thought I’d share in case anyone is interested.

 

[HalloweenJack74]

I've got one, sorta strange. I had one of those old thick TVs with the glass screen, tube tvs? for playing old game consoles (pre HDMI ones) and one night i awoke and someone's face was in the screen, the face of a woman.

It was so fucking weird.

 

[Gloria Rostron]

My mother died in 2016, aged 57 from oesophageal cancer. My mother wasn't in my dreams much before this but since she passed, she seems to be in the majority of the dreams I have. Sometimes, we even have disagreements! I genuinely awake feeling as though I have spent time with her. The thing is, in my dreams, I know that she technically "died", but there she is anyway. In my dreams, I get the sense that she died but she didn't die. It doesn't make sense but I have little desire to question it further in my dreams and go along with it. I often awake with disappointment that my mother has realistically died in this world and life as we know it but also some mild comfort and a feeling that I've met her again.

 

[Poppy123!]

Love this thread!

When my daughter was a toddler she had an imaginary friend called 'Gerry'. He came everywhere and done everything with us (I even had to plate up a meal for him and tuck him up in bed) but after a while he was soon forgotten.
2 years later we were at my Auntie's house when daughter pointed to a photo of children and said "that's Gerry" My stomach turned as I realised it was my Dad's brother who had passed when I was pregnant with my daughter.

When I was a young we had just moved into a new home. I came down one morning and told my Mum that I had a dream that my Papa (who had passed away a few years before) was stood at the bottom of my parents bed. My mum went white and said she woke up through the night and had seen him at the bottom of her bed and described what he was wearing. It was the exact same as what I had seen in my dream.

There is definitely something out there.

 

[Jelly Bean]

When our dog Lucy died a few years ago a couple of days after I heard her walking around upstairs (like she used to) and then coming down our wooden stairs - my husband heard it too. I also felt her snuggled up to me on the bed like she used to. They were both times those things that you assumed were real before you remembered 'oh hang on a minute'. I have since read this is not uncommon with beloved pets - you hear them going about their business for a few days/weeks then it just stops. Alexander Armstrong wrote about the same thing when his dog died. It is strange but very comforting.

 

[grumpycat]

Can’t remember if I’ve posted here or not. We had a poltergeist in our first home, it was built on a very old burial ground. My mum said I would sit in my bed talking to someone (about 4/5yrs old) and there was no one there. Things would go missing then re appear in the middle of the floor.

In my parents current house, the previous owners husband died there. (She didn’t say until they purchased it) and he was AWFUL when they first moved in. The electrics went one night, they called a friend out who is a sparky and he said there was nothing wrong with it. Then it just worked again.
doors have slammed, etc and music has been playing here or there, lights on in the kitchen extension when he came down in the morning knowing he’d have turned them off. My dad got so annoyed with it he got back one night and went ‘IF YOU DONT SORT YOUR SHIT OUT, I’M GOING TO THE VICAR AND HE’LL SORT YOU OUT! You can live here but be respectful!’
And it all stopped. My dad was quite serious as he asked me to Google about exorcisms etc and was about to call the local church. Think even now he still does the odd thing but it calmed down.

 

[AngelicaPickles]

Anyone seen a beloved pet after their death? My cat died mid October and I’m heartbroken, I’d love to catch a glimpse of him

Many years ago, our beautiful family cat passed away suddenly.

A couple of days later, I woke up in the middle of the night to use the loo. On the way, I saw our beloved cat stood looking at me right between my bedroom door and the toilet door. I was still half asleep and her death just didn’t register with me in my sleepy state, so I just whispered ‘hi, baby’ and went to the toilet and back to bed.

When I woke up the next morning, I remembered what I’d seen but didn’t tell anyone. A few days after this, out of nowhere my brother confessed he had felt our cat jump on him a few days prior in the middle of the night - his quilt had sunken in on top of him and when he looked up, she was lay on him staring at his face as she always would. We realised it was the exact same night that I had saw her stood outside my door and roughly the same time.

We are fully convinced she came back to us one last time and I’m so glad she did

 

[CBellanna]

Growing up, I lived in quite a creepy house. When going to bed and everyone upstairs was accounted for, you'd hear cupboard doors opening and drawers in the kitchen directly underneath my room and general noise downstairs. It was so weird how the house came alive when we all went to bed upstairs. I've heard breathing outside the bathroom door when I was in it once and everyone was asleep at like 3am. The reason I heard it through the door is cos the door was one of those old fashioned sliding doors instead of a usual open shut door. I shit you not, a balloon that got thrown away since it deflated was found up full of air the next day in the lounge. Shadow people were seen a lot and the usual spooky things.

Moving on to my student share, that place was eerie. You'd hear footsteps there too, heard by the 3 of us that lived there. Usually when one of us was home alone and everyone was away. My student house was 3 levels and my level was the only one with a bedroom, the other 2 rooms where above me and you'd hear furniture sliding, conversations and footsteps. I'd somehow have the balls to go and see what was going on thinking my housemates were home, even though I would have heard them come up past my level to get to their rooms. Nobody there. My house mate thought that they saw a young man in the kitchen once walking past it out of their peripheral. There were cold spots and feeling of being watched, it wasn't pleasant. I did my best to keep away from the houseshare when my other housemates weren't home.

 

[Raver_Bear]

I posted on this thread a while back about a ghost of a boy who seems attached to our family, I call him Tom because that just seems to be the name that suits him.
We moved to an old terraced house. The boy would still visit but mostly be a sudden awareness that he was here or I would see him walk between rooms out the corner of my eye. In our house the two back rooms are joined together (so the back smallest room opens in to a larger bedroom that leads to the landing) and one evening I was getting the kids ready for bed when I was talking to my daughter in the bigger room and my son was in the smaller room. In my peripheral vision I saw my son run out of the smaller room and out the big room then on the landing and down the stairs. I was calling him back upstairs when my son then called from the small room ‘what is it mum? I’m right here!’ So guess Tom was back amongst us and having a bit of a play with the kids and visit us.
he isn’t frightening and has never caused us harm, but he definitely seems attached to us as a family and is following us. a friend of mine who is very in to spiritualism suspects that maybe when he was alive he was an orphan and just wants a family to be part of.

I love these kind of threads, Ive had a few things happen but I'm not sure if I have told them or not.
There was a demonic sounding voice that followed me for a few years when I was a young teen I can type that story up if anyone is interested, still the most terrifying thing that has happened that I have no explanation for.
When both of my dogs passed I would often awake to hearing that tappy sounds their paws would make on the kitchen floor. I get anxiety at night at times and one night I dreamt I was asleep on my sofa really anxious and woke up(in the dream) to my my dog coming up to snuggle up to me. He had passed only a few months before and I was having a hard time that year. He gave me such comfort in this dream. After a while he jumped off the sofa and walked back out the living room to an open door out into the garden. I like to feel it was his way of saying goodbye and everything would be alright. I woke up feeling such peace.
Several years ago I was in a b&b in blackpool with my dad. I remember having the most vivid dream that there was a man in a brown suit hanging right where my bed was. I kept trying to wake myself up but it wasnt happening and I was so freaked out when I did wake up i couldnt stop staring at the spot I dreamt of.

Your stories are fascinating! Please share the story about the voice that was following you as a teen

 

[jharpz]

I used to work in nursing homes while I was at uni and I've loads of stories!

I worked permanent nights in this one home and everyone would tell me about various experiences which I would laugh off. A new carer (A) came to work with us and she was really in to the spiritualist side of things. Normally we would have the TV on low in the lounge at night for a bit of background noise. A didn't like the TV on because she liked to hear what was going on.
One morning around 4am we were chatting quietly and mid conversation I could hear someone whistling a tune in the far corner of the room. I stopped talking and so did A. I asked her had she heard what I'd heard and she smiled and nodded and told me not to be scared. I jumped up and went to that corner and felt an icy chill. I then opened the curtains thinking it might have been a dog walker but it was still pitch black and the whistling was too clear and close to be outside. Anyway I settled myself down and didn't think too much about it.
Fast forward a few weeks and A was sitting on the desk in the landing and another colleague (B) was leaning against the door frame. A told B not to move because somebody was behind her. B had worked there a long time so asked A to describe the figure. A described a short, stooped man, a bald head with wispy white hairs, glasses, wearing navy striped pyjamas, brown slippers and using a walking stick. B said that it sounded awfully like John Doe as he used to shuffle around and whistle to himself.. A then told B that it was indeed John Doe as he was smiling and nodding. Now we had a name and John must have felt more comfortable so we would hear whistling a lot more and acknowledge his presence.
One night I was working with an agency carer who hadn't been to the home before and so I had been running round showing her what to do. Agency weren't allowed to fill in the paperwork so I was busy filling it in amidst delegating other tasks to her. John had a habit of always whistling either behind me, or into my ear (he must have known it freaked me out a bit). Anyway he must have been sitting in the chair beside me and was trying to catch my attention and I was ignoring him. He kept whistling at me and I said out loud "not tonight John, I haven't time for you." I never heard him again after that even though other girls continued to hear him.
Interestingly about a year before we heard John whistling the nurse came flying round to us one night and told us off for not having someone in bed. We then walked round to the other lounge with her and there was no-one there. She said that when she had walked past there was a man sitting there with navy striped pyjamas and a walking stick and she thought to herself how much the man resembled John Doe. Turns out John must have been having a rest!

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One room downstairs was a shared room and there were two sisters who shared the room. A curtain divided the room. Day staff would always comment on how the far side of the room beyond the curtain would always be icy cold, even with the window closed and the radiator full blast. The sister that slept on that side always appeared slightly unsettled.
One of the managers had raced down the corridor one day as she heard a primal scream coming from that room and when she went opened the door the curtain divider was billowing and the screaming got louder and louder until it ceased and the curtain dropped. The window was closed and no-one was in the room.
The sister closest to the window passed away first. Interestingly that side of the room didn't feel as icy after the priest had been for her last rites.

The other sister wasn't doing too well and the priest had been to deliver her last rites. We took it in turns to sit with her as her family weren't able to sit. About 1 in the morning she suddenly opened her eyes. The nurse (C) who was sitting with her asked her if she was ok and she nodded. C told her she was just going to nip to the loo and to the kitchen to get a coffee and that I would be sitting with her for a while. This lady barely spoke but she took C's hand and said "no you stay." She looked over C's left shoulder and said "but you can go." C then told her she would stay with her and the lady would keep looking over C's shoulder and saying "you can go now." Anyway the lady turned a corner and lived for about another 9 months. After doing some research it looks like the lady's collector had come for her but she just wasn't ready to pass over yet! It was the strangest thing I've ever witnessed!

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My great uncle who I was very close to passed away suddenly 7 years ago. I was naturally very upset and still to this day have not come to terms with his death. Anyway, he was a great big tall man (6 foot 8 1/2) and he was an electrician. The running joke was always the fact that he didn't need a stepladder to change lightbulbs. About a week after his death I was really struggling and had cried myself to sleep and saying out loud that I wanted a sign that he was with me.
I was working days in a different nursing home and every room I went in to the next morning, the light bulbs blew. This continued most of the day, even bulbs that had been changed and the handyman was beginning to think there was a problem with the wiring. I went home that night and switched on my bedroom light and it blew too. I started laughing for the first time since his death and said out loud that it wasn't funny anymore and I'd got the point thank you very much. Bulbs stopped blowing then but even now, if I'm feeling particularly sad or missing him a lot a bulb always goes.

Sorry for the long post!

 

[NomDeGuerre]

Love this thread! I have one or two experiences to share...

My mum and I are quite convinced we saw a ghostly apparition on a dark country lane we were driving down. It appeared in the headlights of the car in front but then completely vanished as the car passed through it. We both looked to our left as we drove past where it would have been and there was just dense, tall hedgerows - absolutely no sign of the figure at all. I did some research into the road later, and it transpires people have seen ghostly figures on the road, but nothing that matches what my mum and I saw.

Secondly, and this one sounds even odder written down, I used to work in Warwick and would park at the bottom of a steep hill, walking into my office each morning (I don't know how familiar you are with Warwick, but parking is notoriously awful!)

Anyway, I walked up this hill pretty much every day for about three years, and grew used to the familiar faces I'd seen on the route. One morning, I was powering into work (running late, as usual) and saw two incredibly old women struggling up the hill in front of me. If a cartoonist had to draw a stereotypical old lady, he'd have drawn these - ankle length beige coats, court shoes, headscarves. They were both very hunched and making incredibly slow progress up the street. Its important to add, there were no shops open on the street at that time of the morning.

I walked around them and was probably two or three paces in front when I suddenly felt compelled to turn around - I guess part of me wanted to make sure they were OK - and, when I did so, there was nobody there.

I did a double take but couldn't see any sign of them. As I say, all of the shops were shut, there were no parked cars on the road, no alleyways they could have peeled off into. I even checked the other side of the road in case they'd somehow managed to sprint across in the five or so seconds I had my back turned. Absolutely nothing.

I'm sure there's a rational explanation for this one, but for the life of me I can't think what. It still bothers me that I felt strongly enough to turn around and look at them - there was something so old fashioned and 'off' about them, they really stood out.

As with other people who have experienced woo or strangeness, it isn't until after, when you start recollecting on what you 'saw', that it stands out as odd. I've driven that country lane, and walked up that hill, countless times before and since, and never seen anything like either of those two things again. Really gives me pause for thought.

 

[sassmaster3000]

I lived in a very old house when I was much younger and it had a long winding corridor to the bathroom. It creeped me out in the day but I could just about cope as long as it was well lit and someone was close by (otherwise I went downstairs). I think I was around 6 at the time. Anyway, at night, i was way too terrified to go down there in the dark, but if the lights were on, I could see a cloud-like thing hovering in there. Nothing particularly sinister about it, but unfamiliar enough to make my 6 year old self too scared to go down there. I never told my parents because I used to think that they’d say I was being ridiculous and would force me to walk down there in the dark.

My dad got a job in another city whilst we were living there and that started a time of fun sleepovers with my mum and my sister…I mentioned this to my mum recently and she admitted that we actually had the sleepovers because she was so terrified of that hallway at night that when my dad was away, she would use her dressing table to barricade us all into her bedroom for the “fun sleepover” until it became daylight.

as a side note, we have lived in a different 400 year old house (with a secret room, probable priest hole) for the last 17 years and haven’t had any spooky interactions at all!

 

[Andioooop]

Another story, i was having a lay in one morning, home alone when i heard a huge smash. I honestly thought someone had broke in, i froze for a minute & the place went completely silent so i slowly creeped down the stairs only to find my glass dining room table had smashed into thousands of pieces, literally. But the vase was still balancing perfectly still in the centre on the podium. Everyone I’ve told has said it must be a faulty table. Anyway, i had a medium come round (Tracey Starke if you live in Essex) highly recommend. She told me there was a very angry spirit in the room where the table smashed (i never told her about it) & his name is John. Funny enough, when i moved into my house there were drawings on the wall in the walk in closet of a staircase leading to heaven with the words ‘i miss you daddy’ turns out the dad had shot himself in there. Whenever i talk about it out loud strange things happen!

 

[Cindy-Lou Who]

Every night before bed my husband and I lock up the house, turn the TV off and set the remote on the side table ready for my daughter to grab when she comes down in the morning. The cat goes outside and the dog comes up to bed with us. The lights go off as we make our way upstairs.

The other night, we were watching something on ITV with the volume low so it didn't wake my daughter. Around 3am we were woke to music blasting downstairs. It was so loud it sounded like someone was having a nightout in our front room. We both darted out of bed, I ran into my daughter's room and my husband made his way downstairs.

He opened the front room door to find the TV on, with the music channels playing dance music with one of the lamps switched on. The remote was nowhere to be found so he had to switch the tele off using the plug.

He checked the doors and windows which were all still locked and made his way back up to bed.

When we came back down about 7am the remote was sat exactly where I had left it but he swears blind it wasn't there. It's terrified me and nothing bad has really happened. I find myself running around the house now while I'm locking up as I get a horrible feeling something is going to jump out at me. I've never felt on edge in this house and we've lived here for over 6 years.

 

[Ekkwhine]

Ok chances are it wasn’t a ghost, probably a fox or something, but I’ve literally just walked in from looking for a missing person, was in the middle of searching the very dark, very quiet churchyard when I heard the shrillest scream I’ve ever heard in my life.

Anyway, it turns out my go to self defence manoeuvre is a kind of drop, squat, freeze and gurn kind of move, which isn’t very reassuring

 

[Coco544]

I suffer from sleep paralysis too occasionally, mostly if I am ill or nap during the day. It is AWFUL and so scary. It feels like it lasts hours. When it happens to me, I always get a feeling of dread and "see someone" (dark shadow) in the corner of the room coming towards me and it feels like they press on my chest.

Oh yes it is proper horrible! It’s so vivid too like it’s actually happening! Even to the point where sometimes I hear and see the door handle moving down and the bedroom door opening when it ‘comes into the room’. Other times it’s already in there.

Love reading others experiences

The night before my nana died she appeared to me in a dream and said don't worry I'm ok now then left. Then 6 months later appeared in a dream I had about a family christening we had had after she had passed. She was sat next to my grandad smiling but not saying anything.
The same night my friends dad died I dreamt the exact details around his passing- he was surrounded by his family as his body lay in bed but he stood back and watched, happy they were all there.
I'm not sure if theres any more to it than just dreams but I do get a bit of comfort from it.

Since I was little I've always had strange goings on around me, feeling a presence, having dreams that predict things etc.

I’ve dreamt of my nana too after she’s died. ‘Funny’ things was in the dream I knew she was dead but I went to her house and she was lying in bed and I sat with her and we had a lovely chat. Then she said ‘I’ve got to go back now’ and I was telling her I didn’t want her to go. She was smiling and saying she had to, and then closed her eyes and passed. Felt like losing her all over again.

I do think those we love will come to us in dreams as they don’t want to do it while we are awake in case they frighten us.

 

[LifeOfRiley]

My Mum has encountered quite a few incidents with spirits or alike. She is a Nurse.

Her most remembered -

She trained as a Nurse in a old Military Hospital and whilst working a night shift when she was Qualified she was instructed to a ward with another Nurse. The ward was a end of life ward, none of the patients were able to get out of bed.

The Hospital had many wings and wards and was supervised by one Matron who circulated the Hospital. The ward was secured by two Fire Exit style doors which were locked as standard and the only keys were kept in the Nurses station or on the Matron. Mum said they were massive heavy doors and only opened in one direction and took an almighty push to open.

Mum had just done the checks and she was sat in the Nurses Station with the other Nurse, when they heard footsteps. The Footsteps were coming from the direction they expected the Matron from. Mum said the room went ice cold like you could see your breath. She just froze as did the other Nurse.

The double doors both opened the wrong way, foot steps went down the ward, past them and then to the other set of doors which opened the wrong way. Mum said then the temperature rose and she and the other Nurse just looked at each other and then they went and made a drink.

Mum went and tried both doors with the key and they were both locked, and on unlocking it was not possible for the doors to open the other way.



Another....

Mum was tending to a lady with severe Dementia and the lady hadn't spoken for years. Mum said the room went uncomfortable and her and the lady just stayed still. After a couple of minutes the lady looked and my Mum and said 'its ok my dear they've gone now'.



My Mum has seen loads of odd things and she said that its almost standard in a Hospital - :O

 

[Fififoo]

I lived in a house which had been in my family for three generations. My great grand parents lived there, my grandparents and I lived there with my mum. Funny things would always happen. Things would get moved, you would hear footsteps up the stairs and their would always be bangs or things falling down. never Felt scared when I lived there and the house always had a lovely feel to it. When my mum died I decided to down size and moved to a different property so I sold the house and moved in to a flat. I had arranged for a medium to come round as I wanted to have a girls night and house warming. The weeks leading up to that night were horrendous. I could not settle in the flat. I could not sit in the living room so would just sit in the kitchen. I hated having a bath as I felt like someone was watching me. I hated drying my hair in the bedroom as I had my back to the door and again felt like someone was watching me. one night I went to the loo during the night and as I switched the light on the bulb exploded on my head. I felt paranoid all the time and thought I was losing the plot. The day the medium was coming around I had a friend staying with me. On the morning she went in to the living room to open the curtains. We then got ready and I went in to the living room to get my bag and my sofas had been turned upside down. I called my friend in and asked why she done this to my new sofas. She started to laugh and say I haven’t done it you have. we both stood there frozen. I had to go to work and before I got home the medium had turned up before I got home and my friend let him in. He is a chatty chap but as soon as he walked in he just kept asking my friend where I was and that he needed to speak to me ASAP. When I got home he asked me what the hell had been going on in my flat. Before I even spoke to him he said what has exploded on your head and what has been moved. He said that he had to do an exorcism before he could do anything with me. I asked what it was in the flat and he would not tell me apart from that if he did not get rid of it then it would fuck with me physically, mentally and emotionally. Needless to say I was in tears. He said h usually charges three grand to cleanse a home but he would not be charging me as whatever it was was a nasty bastard. We did the exorcism and it was me and him in a room. I had candles lit and it was like as wind blowing in the room. He put whatever it was in to a object. He said I could pass it on to someone I hated or get rid of it. Horrible experience and not really had anything major happen since thank god.

 

[CrazyGiraffeLady]

Not a typical ghost story, but I have to share mine.
We had a family dog that we had since I was 9, and unfortunately when I was about 23 (so he was about 14), we had to put him down.
We also had another dog at the time.
Anyway a few nights after we had to put our old dog to sleep, I was in my room reading with the door closed. I heard our other dog outside my bedroom door chewing one of her dog chew things. I opened the door to let her in, only to find her curled up in my mum’s room asleep.
I told my mum about it the next morning and said I think it was our dog we put to sleep. She said it was probably just in my mind. But 100% I believe it was him.. I was reading and engrossed in my book so I wasn’t thinking about either of the dogs. It brought be comfort to know he was there with us, even if my mum was skeptical!

i heard my deceased dog walking around my old house, we could hear her feet on the laminate flooring for a while after she passed. it’s been 8 years since she left me now and sometimes I just feel her presence whenI need her it’s very comforting x

 

[Jkop]

I was convinced that my childhood home was haunted; I lived there from being 5 years old and moved out when I was 25. There were many times that I felt like I was being watched or that there was someone in the room with me, and on one occasion I actually saw what I believe was a ghost - there’s no other explanation I can come up with anyway!

I don’t remember specifically when it happened but when I was a teenager I was alone in the house one day. I was walking along the corridor leading to the kitchen and felt / heard somebody walking behind me, so obviously I panicked and started to run. When I finally looked back there was nobody there. I told myself that I was just a wimp (as I say, I’d had this sort of feeling before although not as vivid as this time) and carried on my business, I think I’d gone to get a drink. Just off the kitchen was a door which lead to a room my mum used as her office, which used to be a coal house and passageway to the garden. As I was leaving the kitchen something caught my eye from there and when I looked through the doorway there was a man standing there looking right back at me, he was probably middle aged but looked older, with big thick 80s style glasses. He was so clear and solid looking that I thought someone was in the house so I geared myself up to leg it, but when I looked again he wasn’t there.

I would quite often smell really strong cigarette smoke, almost as if somebody was standing next to me smoking, but nobody in the house smoked. There were also several incidents that happened at around 3am when I was up doing coursework for uni, and always seemed to revolve around my bedroom doorway. I had belts hung on my door handle and one night they started swinging really aggressively back and forth, another night a load of necklaces that were hanging on a hook next to the doorway dropped to the floor but the hook was still firmly in the wall. I didn’t feel any sort of bad feelings though so just kind of accepted that we had company in the house!

A few years later my boyfriend stayed over for the first time, and he woke me up at about 3am screaming. I’ve never heard a sound like it, it was utter terror. When we’d got over the initial shock he told me that he was having a dream about something normal, but it was then interrupted by the noise of footsteps coming up the stairs. In the dream he turned to me and asked who was coming, and I said very calmly “oh it’s just the man who used to live here”. The next thing my bedroom door burst open and an elderly man with glasses came right up to my boyfriends face and screamed “get out!”, causing him to scream and wake up. I think the man had got used to my family living there but wasn’t impressed about this new man turning up!