I Spent A Night At Haunted House & You Won’t Imagine What Happened
As the evening passed over the remote town of Atherstone, a small hamlet in English County of Warwickshire in far north of England, I along with my friend Andrew headed indoors to the comfort of our cosy rooms in the old wooden Bungalow. The place was a haunted house as we were to learn later.
The caretaker was a old man named James Mc cartor who lived in a nearby village. As it was the month of November and it was getting cold outside, he served us dinner and left for his place with strict instructions that we should not head outdoors in the night, even if someone knocks.
It felt strange to us but we ignored him and bid him goodbye. As we were about to sleep suddenly power went off and the place looked much like a haunted villa. We tried to get some sleep and even as I was about to doze off there was a knock at the main door.
As I tried to venture out, Andrew reminded me of what James had told us. I just laughed him off and headed to the door. When I opened the door, no one was in sight. I headed to the room cursing the invisible person who had sniffed out the laziness out of me.
Suddenly Andrew shrieked out and I ran to check out what had happened. As I entered the room, I saw him trembling with fear. He was pointing to the wall and his face had gone completely white. However, I could not see anything on the wall and tried to pacify him.
Barely had we slept that we heard a sound in the kitchen. It felt as someone had ignited the gas and was preparing tea. Andrew being already terrified, I somehow ventured into the kitchen to check out things for myself.
To my amazement, I saw that that tea had been prepared and someone had left two cups of tea. This brought a sense of panic within me as James had left the kitchen after cleaning the utensils in the kitchen.
I decided that we need to head outdoors as it was not safe to be in that guest house. We somehow managed the courage to head to the courtyard to find out James. However, we gave upon the idea since it was pitch dark.
Luckily, James had left some kerosene and wood outside so I immediately decided to light it up. The logs of wood lasted until the morning sun came out and we somehow managed to keep ourselves alive!
It was the sight of James in the morning that gave us some confidence and we hugged him like small children. Amazingly, he knew of our fate and after offering us some steaming tea came up with his version of story. James told us that during the older days one Ms. Maria resided in this bungalow. She had to sell the Bungalow as she was in utter financial strain.
However, Maria was so emotionally connected to the region that one evening she committed suicide in the Bungalow. It was ever since that her spirit had been haunting the place and she visited the Bungalow very frequently.
When someone commits the mistake of opening the doors, paranormal activities as it happened with us do take place. I had always been a non believer in these kinds of happenings but the strange episode in the remote hamlet of Atherstone made me believe that spirits do exist.