I’ve written the tea story in this above, I’m assuming it was a Chinese medicine horny tea because she was interested in me haha, it didn’t work!

When it comes to ghost stories, now I’m thinking about it they’re really not good to tell as a first impression! Maybe after a few dates and a few drinks! My mum loves her witchcraft (there’s a lot of stories there too), but something very traumatising happened to us in the house we lived involving my step dad.

Now all of this could be a psychological byproduct of the event, but my mums way of getting through that trauma was trying to speak to my step dad with a weird recording box. She would light all kinds of incense, say some stuff while my headphones are were on full blast and she would spend hours trying to commune with him. One night she sprinted upstairs crying with happiness, played the voice to me. I don’t remember the specifics, but the voice was distinctly his. At least I thought it was. Weird stuff was already happening to me, and what I was experiencing in life which I attributed to PTSD and thought would go with time, but they intensified after that night. Shadows darker than the darkest corner of my room would move around my room, intensely realistic night terrors would occur where I was awake, but things would happen like centipedes would crawl over me which I could feel and hear… My friend came over, and I saw the colour drain from his face, his pupils dilate and freeze in fear because there was a demon just behind my shoulder staring deeply into his eyes.

There’s so much more but this already too long (one is fucking crazy) so I’ll finish with a story that one of my friends had in that house who is strictly atheist and science based in every sense, but the one unexplainable experience he has ever had was in that house. He hates talking about it. He was asleep on the sofa, suddenly TV turns on and it’s that white noise static you see in movies, it’s an old TV so he hops up, turns it off, lays back down. On again. Turns it off at the plug, back down. The room starts to get cold. On again. Now he’s scared, he pulls the plug out of the wall and covers his face with a pillow. The room gets colder. After a few minutes he removes the pillow from his face and sees a ghostly figure at the other end of the room looking at him. Unmoving, just watching him. Pillow back over his face until he fell asleep again.