I used to live in a house that also housed a poltergeist.
It was roughly 13 years ago now, i only had 1 son then, he was 2. I had been living in a private flat so I was over the moon when i got offered a council house. I took it straight away and movevd in within a few days.
At first i put alot of things down to my imagination or to co-incidence, I wasnt very ' aware' of things back then. I had to replace light bulbs all the time, my freezer would be turned off, noises were heard which i presumed were my new neighbours etc.
Things started to escalate and there was a few incidents where the glass in the photo frame on top of the tv would crack diagonally acroos from corner to corner, the photo was of myself singing, it cracked right across my face, i replaced the glass and it did it again and again until i stopped replacing the glass. I had a mirrored wardrobe in my bedroom and i woke up one morning to see the reflection of a woman in the mirror, i closed my eyes and looked again, she was gone. She looked really sad. I thought i had still been half asleep. One night, while myself and my partner were lying in bed, a picture came off the wall and landed at the other side of the room in pieces.
I became very wary of 'things' but still didnt realise what was happening.
One night, my friend and i were sitting downstairs and we heard my son screaming as clear as day. We ran up the stairs and found Paul sitting in bed terrified, he had wet the bed and said there was a 'nasty train' which had gone under his bed. We thought it was a nightmare so we took him down stairs to calm down. It was hours and hours before Paul would go back to bed, i think about 4am. My friend said she would take him up, within seconds i heard screams and thuds..............Both my friend and Paul were lying at the bottom of the stairs............Something 'black' as she described it, had come towards them and pushed them both backwards.
Paul would not go back upstairs at all after that............luckily we had a downstairs bathroom. If i tried to go up he would beg me not to, we ended up livimng downstairs. My mam came down a few days after this incident, and being very sceptical said that it was just Pul had had a nightmare !!!! That was on the phone, as soon as she arrived she knew we were not making it up. She too could hear the running up and down the stairs, the noises upstairs etc.
Eventually my mam contacted the church who refused to help..........they said it was Paul having nightmares !!! As a last resort we spoke to a radio presenter called Alan Robson, off Metro Radio, who does alot of ghost hunts etc. He told my mam to get holy water and bless the house etc. This was done, although i had to go out as i had no faith in it working.
Things did feel better in the house for a couple of weeks, but i had already decided to move...........all the way to Devon. (420 miles from home). We still slept downstairs until we went to Devon for the initial 2 weeks while we found a new home. After we found a house and sorted the move out, we hired a van and drove up to collect my things.............everything seemed fine in the house, we only had 1 day/night to pack up and move, so i had alot of helpers, lol. It had to be about 1am when we all were sat on the sitting room floor having a drink and a smoke when someone asked 'SO is everything alright in here now?'...............I didnt get a chance to answer, the doors started banging open and shut, open and shut and we could hear noises upstairs.........I told everyone to get out the house, i closed the door behind me and posted the keys through the letter box.............I had left alot of my belongings in that house, but there was no way at all i was going back for them.
I had informed the council why i was moving out, and they didnt let that house out for a number of years after i had moved out. I am now back in the north east and I will never forget that house, I hope that whoever lives there now has a more peaceful life than we had.