It was in the mid 1980’s when Derek and Miranda were asked to dog and house sit for their friends. Their friends lived in a rather lovely, historic house; Georgian and Jacobean in style but built over a previous building so the cellars were Elizabethan. The large back garden still housed a grotto, where a hermit was said to have lived in the 12th century.
Derek and Miranda were living in a small cottage so jumped at the chance to live somewhere more palatial. Both were dog lovers but lacked space for their own pet dog. So it was a chance to live differently for a couple of months and it wasn’t long until they moved in and took responsibility for the house and 2 dogs.
It was during the summer so they spent many days and evenings with the dogs outside in the garden. It was Derek who first noticed a change in the atmosphere inside the house. He felt watched and whatever was watching him, felt resentful. Despite it being hot outside, the house, in certain areas, felt cold, colder than what was expected. Both Derek and Miranda felt as though they were being silly in feeling this way and tried to pay it no attention. But it was when they started to ignore it, strange things started to occur.
If they had been out for the evening, they would come back and find the interior lights had been switched on. Both had been away at work during the day and they hadn’t switched any lights on as there had been no need. This happened several times. Each time they would go round and switch the lights off. Whatever was causing this to happen, wasn’t best pleased in the nonchalant way in which the couple dealt with the lights. It was then, that when they returned after work, the radio would be blaring out. Again, they were certain that no radio would’ve been left on as either one would have heard it before leaving the house.
One particular weekend morning, Miranda decided to stay in bed whilst Derek attended to the dogs. She was thinking of what plans they had for the weekend, when suddenly, the handle of the closed bedroom door started to rattle, as though someone was trying to open the door. Miranda screamed out loud and Derek came running up. He opened the door with ease and Miranda told him why she had screamed. They tried to give a reasonable explanation as to why the handle had rattled and decided it may have been a large vehicle going past and the vibration of it made the handle rattle.
It was later that week that both were sitting on the sofa watching tv with the dogs that the door of the living room flung itself open. It was flung open so hard that it banged against the wall and an ornament fell off a wooden shelf. The dogs reacted to the event by barking aggressively towards the door. They managed to calm the dogs down and again, tried to rationalise what had happened. Miranda said she couldn’t and no longer wanted to talk about it. “Let’s just ignore it” she said, “It hasn’t hurt us, just shocked us and the dogs a bit”.