I've been a lurker here for years and never thought I'd have something concrete enough to share, but after last month I reckon I need to get this down properly. Me, my partner, and our two kids have been living in a Victorian conversion in South London for about four years with nothing unusual. Then three weeks ago things got very, very strange.
It started small - things moving in the kitchen, cupboards opening when we'd definitely closed them, that sort of thing. My partner thought I was being daft. But then on the night of October 23rd, around 11:15pm, we were both in bed when we heard this absolute crash from downstairs. Proper smash of breaking glass. We both jumped up, checked on the kids (who'd somehow slept through it), then went down to investigate.
The living room was in chaos. Not ransacked, but genuinely disordered - books off shelves in one corner, cushions scattered, and a framed picture off the mantelpiece face-down. The back door was locked from the inside. No sign of forced entry anywhere. We live in a semi-detached with decent neighbours and no one heard anything suspicious.
What got me: My partner felt genuinely cold in that room, like 10-15 degrees colder than the rest of the flat. Our daughter came down and said she'd had a nightmare but couldn't remember what about. That was the first night. After that, activity escalated over the following week - knocking on walls, things moving when nobody was in the room, our son refusing to go upstairs alone. We've since had the property surveyed for structural issues and had the wiring checked - all normal. No gas leaks, nothing obvious.
I'm not claiming it's supernatural necessarily, but I can't explain it rationally either. Has anyone else experienced something similar? And more importantly - how do you live with uncertainty like this?