Converted Monastery

I'm very late to this but I feel like my story is interesting enough.

Let me preface this by saying that I am very dubious about the existence of the paranormal, but my uncle used to lived in what I am absolutely convinced was a haunted house as I really don't know how else to describe it. Their house was a converted monastic living quarters. Regardless of if you believe this or not, all these stories were told to my dad by my uncle who is a very level-headed man.

Events that transpired there include:

• The very existence of their living room. They actually converted another room into their living room because the aura of this particular room was absolutely vile. Both my parents, who aren't believers in the supernatural, report feeling extremely cold and uneasy in this room. My younger cousin actually cried the first time he went into this room when they moved in, and their dog wouldn't go anywhere near it either.

• My younger cousin seeing a "white sheet ghost" when having a bath. My uncle had left the room briefly to go and get him a towel (cousin was about 4 or 5 at the time so obviously not being left alone to bathe), and when my uncle came back my cousin told him about "the white sheet ghost" who had watched him while my uncle had gone. I assume he described it like this because his only frame of reference was ghosts in cartoons, but my uncle was freaked out. It was only him, my cousins and my aunt in the house.

• Numerous occasions of doors not just shutting themselves, but slamming closed despite there being no windows open nor any draught being present.

• My uncle coming down to get a drink of water in the middle of the night to find all the gas hobs turned on and the taps running. This could obviously be caused by forgetfulness but I don't think my uncle would be this careless.

• My uncle putting clean dishcloths onto the table, going to the toilet and coming back to find they had been thrown around his kitchen. Just him in the house.

• One time my aunt was alone in the house as my cousins were staying with my grandparents and my uncle had gone on a business trip. Just before going to bed, she noticed that the room was ever so faintly glowing red. As in, everything was bathed in this red light including the walls, bed and all the objects in the room. Their house wasn't near any main roads. She drove to my grandparents at 12am to spend the night there with my cousins as she didn't want to be in the house alone.

• The final straw that caused them to move out was when my uncle, completely sober at the time and sat in the living room, saw what he described to my dad as a man in a black cowl walking past the door down the hallway (the living room door looked out onto a section of the hallway, which was very long and ran almost the whole length of the house). My uncle obviously thought it was a burglar and jumped up to confront him, but when he ran out into the hallway it was empty. Front door still closed and locked, no signs of forced entry and after a thorough look around the house, nobody there apart from him and his family. Next day my uncle put the house on the market and they were out within like a month or so.

Again, I am aware this may sound like some bullshit creative writing exercise but I have no reason to believe my uncle made this up, and the fact that my parents both reported feeling uneasy in his house cements these stories in my mind.

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#Unexplained/Paranormal #Visual/Shadow #Emotions