These are stories we have been given by friends. None are fiction but what actually happened . Please feel free to add to our collection by e-mailing us at dale@graveinvestigatons.co.uk
As I was washing, my dad lent over me (and I saw some of his hair out of the corner of my eye) and whispered to me, something that meant something at the time. I jumped round, about to snap at him for making me jump and there was no one there.
As I woke I could hear voices downstairs, I went into my mum and dads room to ask who was there, my mum was alone in bed and explained to me that my granddad had died
The strange knocking continued with further lodgers, calling out regularly to knocks on their doors, all agreeing that it was not preceded by sounds of creaking floor boards
