On crisp winter nights, fresh pipe smoke would suddenly fill the air from the old reading chair in the empty room

A late night walker would slam the locked door, walk along the hall and fall silent halfway up the creaking stairs

Music would be heard playing in an empty room; when entered, the music would cease in that instant

Walking home at dusk, a ten foot tall gangly slenderman in a dark suit and top hat would watch me from the trees

Trinkets would vanish for weeks or months, only to reappear where they couldn’t have been missed for even a day

I saw a large misshapen creature like Black Shuck with bulging eyes crawling in the leaf litter under the tree

When writing at the desk, the children would complain of someone leaning over them, as is checking their work

Hearing footsteps on the stairs, stopping midway as if vanishing into thin air

When sitting in the main room, there was often a feeling of someone moving behind you

Watching objects whilst buttons were being pressed and keys were hit as if played with by unseen hands

Objects would move or vanish for days, weeks or months to then be found in everyday locations

Seeing an old, withered face at the window despite everyone already being at home

Small black cats would run through closing doors, vanishing on contact

Doors would be knocked on for hours, with no one outside

Hearing footsteps from the attics above, circling the room at night

Animals heard scuttling around the child's bedroom at night, keeping her awake despite no pets allowed in

Memories of growing up in a haunted house