I have read quite a few stories from this website and some I have found to be about stairs. I don't know if this is because some people fall down the stairs and die or just a ghost thing.

The first week, I think, that I moved into my house I sat on my rocking chair and was turned round, in the chair, to talk to my Dad on the sofa behind. I could clearly see the kitchen door from this angle. For some reason, I turned to the door and saw a man, about 18-19, standing at the door frame and looking into the sitting room. He looked around and looked at me. He seemed afraid. And I sat talking to my Dad and watching the ghost. I stopped the conversation and mentioned the ghost in the kitchen. My Dad looked into the kitchen and I watched him. When I looked toward where the ghost was, he wasn't there. My Dad believed my, because of the look on my face, and said that the ghost was probably checking if we were ok in our new house.

I was ok in the house for a while. I was afraid to sleep in my room for a while. I don't know why. Then before Christmas I started falling down the stairs. At first I never suspected a thing. I thought maybe it was an extra step or I just wasn't paying attention. But after Christmas I was walking down the stairs and there was loads of things going up the right hand side of the stairs. This was quite normal in my house. And in the middle of the stairs and at the top of the line of junk were some shoes. I said to myself to avoid the shoes and I held the banister tightly. I was about 3 steps from the shoes when I felt 'something' grab my shoulders and push me into the shoes. Of course I fell violently to the last step and the pieces of wood fell on top of me.

Since then I have never fell down the stairs again. But I've been terribly afraid of them.

I would always walk down the stairs and at the bottom just before I grabbed the door handle going into the sitting room, I felt something at the top of the stairs 'throw' themselves down at me. It was horrible, I almost had a panic attack because I couldn't open the sitting room door and 'it' was really close to me.

My friends hate the cupboard under the stairs. And have commented on how it have them a creepy feeling and that they felt that they should or had to watch it. I hated the cupboard. And one day while searching for the source of whyI hated it so much, I found that the floor was cement BUT there was a square cut out where I hated it most. I'll explain why. Inside the cupboard is long going the FULL length of the stairs, but about 7 steps from the bottom there is another cupboard door. This door kept opening in front of my eye's, that is where the cut out cement block was, underneath that second door.

More stuff has happened since then. But I don't want to bore you so email me.

Thanks for reading.

GOODBYE

I would like to first introduce that my Granddad died the morning I was at London, and I never got the chance to say goodbye. I was never told about his death until a few days afterward. I felt truly guilty. And when I moved into my new house (The Stairs) I always felt a shadow in the corner.

About a year ago I was sitting with my Dad downstairs early in the morning, about 4, and our conversation turned to ghosts. We talked about each others experiences and funny stories where my Dad had scared my Uncles. I was sitting in my rocking chair which if you've read my story The Stairs you'll know my last experience occurred there. I was facing my Dad when the chair started rocking out of control, as if someone was sitting in the chair instead of me. My Dad cried out Jodie, Stop It! and the chair still rocked. I fell into a trance, and described 4 people to my Dad, 3 he could identify and the fourth he just didn't have a clue. For curiosity sake I'll tell you who the people were; His old friend, who I didn't know about His Granddad,My granddad,And a young blonde haired boy.

I came out of the trance and my Dad explained about how his friend died of MS when he was 27 and they were best friends. I burst into tears and the chair began to rock again. All I could see was white light and that blonde haired boy. He was sad and lonely and I described everything I saw to my Dad while he cried and screamed for me to stop. Then I knew the boy wanted Matthew and he cried. The boy became surrounded by my Dads Grandparents. And the vision went away.

It turns out Matthew was the boys Dad. And the boy was my Dads cousin Ian who died in the river close to where we live. Matthew had died a few weeks before, and apparently his son was missing him.

When I went off to bed after my Dad hugged me and wiped away his tears I stood next to the door and saw a vision of my Granddad standing where I was watching me open my cards on my birthday, the day before.

I'm not particularly sensitive to ghosts, I hear them, sense them and completely fear them but I've never had before or since an experience like this. I went to sleep covered in peace. And for the first time without a shadow in the corner.

THE STAIRS CONT..............

I wrote a story a while ago, in November I think about the cupboard under stairs and how I think it was haunted. Well, I haven't had any other experiences and it all just felt like a bad nightmare. My friend and I were sitting talking about horror movies (since we are obsessed) and were watching a horror at the time, just last week. We got onto talking about my stairs and she said they felt creepy. So, I decided to 'dare' her into staying in my cupboard for 10 seconds and she literally jumped up and ran over to the cupboard. I bunged her in and she immediately said she didn't like the fare end of the cupboard. I shut the door (which you can only open on the ouside, so she was totally trusting me, quite scarily lol) and I counted to 10. At 10 I opened the door and she screamed "LET ME OUT!!" and pushed past me. She said that she heard heavy breathing and she thought it was me but she could barely here me count.

Well, after that, both of us being brave and watching horror's and everything, we ran upstairs and hid in my room lol.

Well, I told my cousin, who I am very close too about the incident and she said she would go in the cupboard. So we went around to my house and I put her in the cupboard (I think I only have friends because they like my spooky house lol) I counted to 10 and opened the door, she said nothing happened and to let her stay in longer. I said I was going to feed my cats and I'll 5 minutes and I'll come back and open the door. So I was in the kitchen and she was singing saracastically, and then she started shouting "Jodie! let me out now!" so i went to the door and let her out. She jumped out and shut the door and said she saw something move at the fare end of the cupboard so she turned around because she thought it was just her eye's (I made them not turn on the light hehe) so when she turned around she felt a hand brush the back of her head.