RedHanded - RedHaunted #4 - Just Get Into The Recovery Position and Close Your Eyes

Episode Date: July 27, 2020

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I'm Saruti. I'm Hannah. And welcome to Red Haunted. We're here to tell you about ghosts. I hesitated there. I was really trying to think of something really funny to say, like some sort of funny joke on my name. Nope.

Nope-a-dee-nope. I could see the look of thinking on your face. Cogs are turning. It's too early in the morning. We'll get to it next month. We've got loads of Red Haunteds to come But actually saying that If you guys do have a scary story That happened to you or to someone you know

Please type that up and send that to us At redhandedpatreon at gmail dot com So we can go through it, pick the best And then tell you about them At some point in the future That would be lovely But we've got three today. The reservoirs are running quite dry at the moment. So we need your help. If you want more Red

Haunted, we need more stories. We're a commune. That's what it is now. So yeah, we've got some good ones for you. I was actually reading them this morning. And I was like, these are pretty good. I'm scared. I'm sufficiently goose pimpled enough. so this is going to be good. Do you want to hear one about a haunted hospital, Hannah? I had a haunted hospital last time. You did? Possibly one of the most scary locations. I fucking love a hospital, me.

Love them. Oh, do you? Like being in a hospital? Yeah, love it. My housemate was very ill so I took her to hospital and I fucking love them. I love all the stuff. I love watching the drips.

I love the labelled stuff. I love seeing people's insides. I love watching the drips. I love the labelled stuff. I love seeing people's insides. I love seeing x-rays. I love it. Cannot get enough. You're like the best friend to have around then. Oh my God, I was loving it. I need to go to the hospital.

I'll drive you. I'll take you. I'll hang out. I'll hold your hand. I'm there for you. No, honestly, they're my favourite. I absolutely fucking love it. Good.

Now I just need to find a friend who loves driving me to the airport and then I'm fucking done. Tick, tick, tick. Excellent. So you might not love hospitals after the story I'm about to find a friend who loves driving me to the airport and then I'm fucking done. Tick, tick, tick. Excellent. So you might not love Hospitals after the story I'm about to tell you, because I read it and I was like, fuck that, for a laugh. That sounds fucking horrific. It's got definite elevator game vibes.

Ooh, OK. I mean, she's not playing on purpose. OK, fine. All right. So this is from a lady named Katie and it's called The Haunted Hospital. We're just going right on the nose today. The Haunted Hospital. We're not even going to go sort of obtuse. So Katie works at St. Bart's Hospital in London, and she's a nurse.

And being a nurse, she's incredibly pragmatic and believes in a scientific explanation for everything. Except this. So Katie was working a night shift at St. Bart's earlier this year, pre-COVID. And Seb has put in brackets, and this is a reoccurring theme, so everyone get on board with it. Hashtag pre-panny D. That's the time era in which we're talking bc before covid hashtag pre-pani-d we all know subtext is yesterday being like oh like finishing for the day i'm off for a pandicnic i was crying why haven't i thought of that oh brilliant. Yes, so this is all before the hellscape that 2020 became. Katie is working a night shift. And I didn't know this,

Bart's hospital doesn't actually have an A&E department. And therefore, it's pretty much a skeleton crew at night. This can obviously make the whole place feel pretty spooky if there's no one about. But having worked there for a while, our Katie was used to it. And at night night all the doors in the hospital are locked and you need like a proper secure swipe card to get through any of the doors in the hospital, so all of the internal doors as well, let alone to get into the hospital from the outside. There's just no way unless you have

this swipe card. And at some point in the middle of the night, Katie went out for a cigarette. And Katie has put in here, I know I'm a nurse and that smoking is awful and I will stop soon. I promise. We're all doing our best, Katie. Exactly. Katie's doing her best. And she may have given up by now. Who knows? This was clearly pre-Panini, you know? So Katie stood in the blustery cold smoking her cigarette and Sebas put in here in blissful ignorance about the enormous crushing pandemic that was about to sweep the globe. Everything felt fine and decidedly not spooky.

That was until she went to return inside. So Katie put out her cigarette and turned to go back into the building. But before she even had a chance to swipe her ID card, the big, heavy, metal doors, that should definitely not be opening on their own, swung open as if inviting her in. Nope. Big nope.

But I suppose if you've got to go back to work, you don't really have a choice, do you? No, you can't just text your boss from the outside I'm kind of freaked out the doors opened on their own so I shan't be coming back for the rest of my shift goodbye I know people's lives depend on me in a very real sense but actually I'm just a bit scared so I'm gonna go home might go and sit in an ambulance for a bit this was weird because like we said the entire sort of security system in this hospital is designed to ensure that this never happens that the doors never open on their own and even if this system had failed and the power had gone out and the doors had opened because of that

they shouldn't have opened outwards into the wind like they did. They would have opened inwards into the building. So this is all very weird. So Katie was a little freaked out. But like we said, she didn't have time for all that. So she headed back inside to get back to work. And when she was inside, she walked quickly towards the waiting lift and pressed the button to head up to her floor. The doors of the lift opened and slid shut again normally behind her.

But then something fell off. The normal sarky voice telling her, going up, didn't appear. And then worst of all, the lift started going down. Nope, nope, nope, nope. It gets so much worse. I can't go. So Katie was freaking out and the lift started making a dreadful whirring noise before suddenly the lift stopped. The noise

continued but suddenly the display telling her which floor she was on inside the lift went blank katie was now properly freaking out and things only got worse and you guessed it the lights in the lift went out which is like my absolute no no no no no did you ever watch that terrible horror film called like devil and it's like all these people trapped in a lift and then one of them is the devil. It's fucking trash. But I did watch it. It's the person you suspect all along because it's the person they want you to least suspect. Spoilers.

Anyway, it's terrible and this is scaring me. So after what felt like a lifetime of standing in this dark lift with nothing but a horrid whirring noise and her pounding heart for company, the doors of the lift finally opened. And Katie was in the basement of the hospital. Without thinking, Katie ran out of the lift and up the stairs. She said that the air felt strange and almost electric. She was terrified. After running all the way back to her ward, Katie finally felt safe.

And that night, nothing else happened. A few days later, Katie was having dinner with her extended family, again, hashtag pre-PannyD, and she brought up the horrifying set of events. Her mum decided to have a Google and found an article in the Evening Standard written in 2001 about several staff members from Bart's hospital who had had almost identical experiences to Katie. The article explained that the lift was haunted by a nurse who was murdered

in that very lift. According to the article, staff at the time called it the coffin lift. Just some casual fucking hospital bunts that's the fucking coffin lift where that nurse got horribly murdered don't get in there fucking hell and apparently it takes you down to the basement and once you ran out of the basement the lift would spring back into action and follow you up every floor as you ran up by the fucking building. Oh my God, I hate it. Oh my God. That's horrible.

Apparently, there is a hospital that was in London that is no longer open where one of my mum, so my mum is a nurse and did a nursing degree and one of the people who she was at uni with doing nursing went to go and work at this London hospital that is now no longer open. I listened to a podcast about it. I think it's quite a famous story. So basically, the guy who donated the funds to build the hospital was like, if you ever put a chapel in this hospital, I will be furious. Even if I'm dead, I don't want God in this hospital. It's my money. It's my hospital. I don't want any religion in here at all. And then he dies and there's a portrait hanging of him in the hospital, right? And then because of some sort of, i think legally you have to have chapels in hospital just sort of like a religious room

where people can go and sit so they had to put one in and apparently if you do not cover his portrait at night time someone would die in the night apparently there are many people who have worked in the hospitals be like yeah of course of course you cover the portrait. Why would you risk it? Jesus. Just cover the portrait. It's two seconds of your night. Yeah, I mean, you'd be fucking pissed, wouldn't you? If they just forgot to put the sheet over the portrait and you died in the middle of the night. I think there's even a podcast called Haunted Places

or something like that. Or maybe it's just called Haunted that covered it and there was an interview with a nurse who worked there. Someone tell us what the hospital is. I'm sure it's in London. Yeah, scary. I hate it. That's scary. And I just think anything with lifts scares me anyway. I think we talked about the elevator game in the Elisa Lam episode we did, didn't we? And then I was saying about how I read that article on Reddit that fucking scared the

fuck out of me about somebody who played the elevator game and then something came back with them. But I was like, nope, nope, nope, nope, nope. I've never clicked off an article so fast in my entire life. You also tried so hard to make me play the elevator game in our hotel in LA. And I was like, there is no way on God's green earth. We're only here for four days. I would quite like to experience all of them and not die in an alternate dimension. But Hannah, we could have explored a whole other dimension of LA. Literally. You know, when you're jet lagged and like nothing feels real anyway. I was like, I can't take the extra layer. There was enough surreal shit going on to be fair. No, I think

I'm just a very conflicted person because I want to do all this stuff because I love the spooky shit. And that's why I obsessively watch horror films. But then I'm also a massive coward and just scared massively of like becoming haunted. So yeah. yeah and then also I don't know if I really believe it so I just don't know what I think really but that is my lift story well that is Katie's lift story Katie thank you so much for your story that did really scare me and now I think I won't get in any lift at a hospital ever again because I don't want to end up in the basement in the fucking coffin lift and also like of all the places where I don't know well I think one of the reasons I quite like hospitals is that there are dead people in them all the time but it's not really scary

yeah it's not like that scary I was gonna say I've never been in a hospital at night time of course I fucking have I spent a week in a hospital. It was horrible. Everyone on my ward was fucking... And I know those women were obviously in pain, but like everyone was just fucking wailing and crying. And I was like, oh my fucking God, let me out of here. It was awful because basically I'd had like abdominal surgery. So it was very hard to like get in and out of bed because you can't like bend at the stomach basically

because that's where the surgery is. And I wasn't in pain because I was on like quite a lot of drugs but it's just very uncomfortable so I remember everyone be making so much noise I am like seriously value my privacy like most people so I managed to drag myself out of bed bear in mind I've got attached to a drip and all of this on a fucking pole wheel myself around my bed and drag the curtain across and then get back into bed. And I'm like, sigh of relief. The nurse comes around and she's like, no, you can't sit in here with the curtains closed. We need to be able to see you and you need some sunlight. Open the curtains again. I was like, oh my God, I just

want to cry. I was like, please let me close the curtains or please let me oh my god I just want to cry I was like please let me close the curtains or please let me go home yeah so I've definitely been in a hospital at night luckily no ghostly things happened just fucking other shit anyway that's mine what have you got for us Hannah I've got you know when we always cover like oh there was a man always cover we've probably done two I wish there were more of them because they're really good for Halloween episodes. But, you know, they're like, oh, people's food goes missing from the fridge. And then they can hear footstep and stuff. And then it turns out they're actually just a homeless person living in the walls.

It's kind of like that. Okay. I'm scared already. So this one is from Erin. And it's called The Guest in the Cellar. Again, very to the point. Young server leader. In the summer of 2018, Erin's boyfriend got an amazing internship opportunity in Columbus, Ohio, and they were both excited to spend their summer

in the fantastic city living close to downtown with a bunch of fellow millennials in a cute part of town known as the Italian Village. Erin has never believed in ghosts, even though what took place in the Italian Village shook both and her boyfriend to their core. She's still not convinced. I think that even if you had, like, a massive ghost experience,

you would still be like, nah. Thing is, I feel like if I had a massive ghost experience, which I've never actually had, I think I would just try and rationalise it away because you would. The alternative is that there's fucking terrifying shit, otherworldly shit that we need to worry about. But I'd rather just believe that there's a fucking, I don't know, person living in the walls, like a real life human that's a murderer.

I kind of want something ghostly to happen to me, but it hasn't yet. Do you remember when I went to Switzerland and stayed in that murder cabin for like a week? Yeah. Like in the bumfuck nowhere of the Alps. I got a picture of it i'll put it on the instagram and the toilet door didn't shut and it was me and two of my university friends one of whom lived there so we're just like hanging out drinking quite a lot eating lots of swiss food hanging out with his like dogs and his cats and stuff and then after i had been there for less than six hours so basically it used to be a shepherd's hut and he's like done it up to live in it so it's hundreds of years old this structure and he was like basically there's a legend around this hut that there's a lady in a white dress that walks

past the window and I've seen her probably about six times and there have been two of them where I can't explain it at all and I was like oh, oh, thank you so much. Well, I've just got to go upstairs and go to sleep now. No, I just think keep it to yourself, Tristan. Why are you fucking telling me? And he's like a very rational guy, but did live in the mountains on his own for quite some time. So, you know, flip reverse it. We'll see. Subsequently, I was scared. I was believing it. Right. So back to Erin and her boyfriend and their new house. It was three floors high, old and full of lots of weird cupboards and cellars and loft spaces that were inaccessible and slash or locked. So get this. The Ontario Liberals elected Bonnie Crombie

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Oh, absolutely fucking not. Why? Is my question. Just, just fucking, I don't know, I was going to say bulldozer it open. Just blow it open and have a look inside before you move in. I'm going to say. And I don't know I was gonna say bulldozer open just blow it open and have a look inside before you move in I'm gonna say and certainly don't go in it and then go wouldn't it be funny if this didn't open from the inside and then close the door that's also something that you shouldn't do I still maintain there was something fucking going on in that place

if I was able to close it from the inside and it fucking locked and there was no door handle on the inside it was a ticking time bomb it was just waiting to happen and stupid me came along and just made it happen what i don't like in my house is down to the basement there is a door and you can lock it from the outside what needs to be kept down there i don't like that either ghosts demons oh because a lock will stop those guys no problem problem. It's a holy lock. It's a little holy latch they put on there. Should get Father Neil to come round and do some Hail Marys or something. So, Erin had visited her boyfriend for the weekend a couple of times at this point, and her boyfriend had started talking about hearing what sounded to him like heavy footsteps stomping around on wooden stairs. His housemates had heard it too, but they all just attribute it to old house noises.

Which is fair enough because old houses do make old house noises. My house makes all sorts of fucking noise. Oh yeah. I mean, my house makes noises like just fucking, I don't even know, like I just ignore it now. I actively ignore it. Yeah, your room is haunted though. Yeah, my room is definitely haunted. But even when I'm downstairs,

I'll just hear noises like fucking pans falling over or like footsteps upstairs. No, no, no one's in the house. But I just choose not to engage in it. And that's how I survive. I'd say my house is over 100 years old. Oh yeah, same here, same here. And sometimes when you hear the noises,

Blue will look at me and I'll just be like, don't do that. You know the rule. You know the rule. You know the rule. Just look back at your fucking bone. On one particular day where Erin's boyfriend had been retelling these stories, it was a Friday. And Erin was waiting for her boyfriend to get home from work at about 5pm. She was on the third floor of the house working in her boyfriend's room when she heard what could only be described as the loudest and clearest human footsteps you could imagine. The footsteps were coming from below her and they

were marching around downstairs. This was a bit bizarre as none of her boyfriend's housemates were home. They were actually out of town altogether. So Erin did what I would do, which is go and investigate. You just lie on the floor and close your eyes. Yeah, yeah. Just immediately, as soon as you hear a weird noise, just get into the recovery position and close your eyes, and then wait for it to go away. So Erin went downstairs to see if one of her boyfriend's housemates had actually come back a bit early, but there was no one there.

She searched the whole house, knocked on everyone's bedroom door, but nobody was in. And she got down to the lowest floor of the three-story house and something became clear whoever it was marching around was doing it in the cellar erin had only seen the cellar once but from what she remembered it was old and creepy with a set of ancient wooden stairs that led down a bare earth floor and an unfurnished room why would anyone be down there that is also exactly what my cellar looks like. But it's also got about like four TVs in there that don't work and an iron.

I told you about the cellar that was in the house that I lived in in second year of uni and you went down there and it was just a complete fucking mess that just flooded every single year that that building had existed. But clearly the people who had lived in there before me, who were obviously also students, had been using it as some sort of like rave bunker. Oh, yeah. And the only thing down there on the walls, it was just like bare brickwork. Someone had spray painted the word disco in giant letters on one of the walls.

Big beats are the best. Get high all the time. Oh, I was in the pub the other day and someone quite snarkily said to me, oh, have you even read the manifesto recently and i was like what big beats are the best get high all the time don't fucking test me prick don't fucking test me who the fuck do you think you are i will not have it i will not have it you know i was talking to some guy on hind right and he was like oh so what do you do and i was like oh i do a podcast he was like oh what's your podcast about And I was like, oh, I do a podcast. And he was like, oh, what's your podcast about? And I was like, oh, we talk about murder. And then he replied and he goes, no, you mean you talk about serial killers? And I was like, excuse me. He just mansplained your job to you. No, no, he didn't say no. I said no. Sorry. He said, you mean you talk about serial killers? But there

wasn't a question mark it was a statement and i was like no actually and i was like why am i being so snarky to the guy i should just stop replying or not be so fucking snarky about it but i was and now i was like i've done it now no he deserves full snarkzilla fuck him fucking talk about all sorts of murders motherfucker don't fucking tell me what we talk anyway i was talking to this guy and hinge the other day and like because i'm just sort of warming up to it again and he was messaging me on instagram which was your hot tip and then he put this like really like bullshit thing on his instagram story it was like oh why are all girls like oh my god how dare you have a girlfriend before me and i was like i don't like that at all you're done here i'm not doing that no no no no

and then he messaged me again like asking me other questions i was like i owe you nothing i'm not doing that no no no no no and then he messaged me again like asking me other questions i owe you nothing i'm not pursuing this you've shown your true colors and then two days later he messaged me again being like communication is key hannah obviously i was the only one that was excited blah blah blah and i was like how entitled are you i exchanged four messages with you absolute prick no sorry done i hope you hear it dick oh my god can you imagine that's a fucking full dozen red flags right there lucky escape yeah no delete block report oh shit anyway sorry scary sorry but i've been meaning to tell you about that for ages and that's why i just got out oh my god anyway sorry erin i feel like we've done 1,700 tangents. Sorry, Erin.

We're getting back to it. I'm going to be quiet now. So she's heading down to the cellar and as she got closer, she could hear the unmistakable sound of someone pacing up and down the stairs. So maybe one of the house members was down there doing stuff in cellar things. I don't know. Having a fucking disco. Because Erin, being a logical person, was like,

there has to be a reasonable set of circumstances for these noises. However, as she got up to the large metal cellar door, do you live in an asylum? Why is it metal? I don't know. Keep the demons in there. Anyway, she approaches the metal demon charmed door. And a shiver went through Erin's spine as she made the terrible discovery. The cellar door was locked and deadbolted from her side.

So whatever was down there was locked in. It's a demon. And they also couldn't have got in her way because they wouldn't have been able to lock it from the inside. So however they got in there, it wasn't through the door. It was some other way. Or someone put them in there and locked the door. Oh my God.

Well, quite. So there was nothing for it. Erin mustered up her bravest voice and went right up to the cellar door and shouted hey who's down there? Erin you're trying to get yourself fucking murdered. It was met with silence. Deafening silence. Erin stood frozen by fear waiting for the door to burst open and open sorry Erin stood frozen by fear

and suddenly we're a Scandi podcast open open it's because I've got quite a few mates from Yorkshire and because that's how I used to speak until I was about eight years old it just creeps back in oh see I took that for Scandi.

And now you're saying it's Yorkshire. Oh, no. No, no. So Erin stood there and waiting for the door to burst open and for her murderer to jump out at her. But nothing happened. Have you seen those memes where it's like when you open the shower curtain and there's a murderer behind there?

It's the guy's face it's so funny it's again very visual joke you guys know it if you know it anyway after silence for what felt like an eternity the footsteps in the cellar started pacing again so once again Erin was sure that there actually was someone walking around underneath her up and down the cellar stairs that was it Erin. Erin had had it. She ran back up to the kitchen, grabbed a knife and ran all the way up to her boyfriend's room on the top floor, locking the door behind her. Then she grabbed her phone, called her boyfriend. Luckily, he was just a few minutes away and on the way home from work. Erin waited for a painful five minutes for her boyfriend to get home. And when he did, he also ran upstairs, got into his

bedroom and locked the door behind him. They were both convinced that there was an intruder in the house, so they went back downstairs with the kitchen knife and a torch. They got back down to the cellar door and called out, but again there was no reply. After a few more minutes, there seemed to be only one more course of action. They had to open the door. So they unlocked the deadbolt, creaked open the large metal door, and as Erin stood at the top of the ancient wooden stairs with a 911 call ready to go in her hand, her boyfriend made the long walk into the darkness. However, when he got down to the cellar, no one was there. In fact, there wasn't a sign of life to be seen. He looked around in fear and confusion for the source of all the creepiness,

but there was nothing. So he made the correct decision to get the fuck out of the cellar and lock the big metal demon door behind him. Erin's boyfriend is absolutely sure that this incident was down to a ghost trying to escape the demon door. Erin thinks someone got in through one of the cellar fire escapes windows and was using the cellar to quietly live in. So Erin's boyfriend is on team. 100% ghosts are definitely real. And Erin is on team. Ghosts are 1.5% real. But there was much more likely to be a person living

in your cellar. Either one, not one not ideal yeah i think mysterious footsteps coming from a part of the house that is locked from the outside never good whether it's ghosts or just a fucking mystery person that's horrific so now everything's scary hospitals are scary your house is scary excellent good i'm scared there's a bar that for a reason i'm not going to explain i was in after hours once and it used to be a prison and it didn't happen when i was there but the people that weren't there explaining that they kept hearing like a clanking when they were like locking up at stuff like what three in the morning they'd hear this like clanking and they would walk around trying to find it and obviously it used to be a prison so you're like oh my god it's like bob

marley and chains and we're all gonna die and this went on for a couple of weeks and then they realized that it was the bar next door's ice bucket going up and down the stairs oh my god that's amazing this is the thing maybe there's always an explanation maybe but maybe not because this one I've got next it's just gonna make houses even more scary. You ready? So this one is called The Invisible Lodger and it's by a lady named Scarlet. By? From? You know what I mean. So Scarlet and her partner have known that their flat is haunted since the night that they moved in. That very first night after they had settled in and just as they'd got into bed and started to drift off, Scarlet was brought back by the sound, again, of footsteps but this time they were coming

from the hallway. The hallway that was in their flat was uncarpeted because they'd just moved in and they hadn't had a chance to do that kind of thing. And the footsteps walked up the length of the hallway, past their bedroom and then back again. Scarlett, feeling more than a little uneasy, turned to her partner and asked if he had heard the footsteps too. He had. So her partner put on his courage pants and went into the hallway to have a look and four red haunted's in obviously we all know what's coming next there was nobody to be seen so we went to the front door of the flat and stuck his head out to look into like the external communal hallway the one that connects all of the flats in the building and yet again they saw

nothing so scarlet and her partner decided that it was probably of the flats in the building. And yet again, they saw nothing. So Scarlett and her partner decided that it was probably just the neighbours in the outer hallway and they were just being a bit loud and that's why they'd heard them. But then they hadn't heard a door shut or slammed, so where had this mysterious neighbour walking around in the outer hallway gone? But, regardless of who or what was taking a midnight stroll, the pair decided to get back into bed. And again, just as they started to drift off, they heard the footsteps. But this time, they weren't coming from the hallway. They were coming from above. And at first, and remember,

they've just moved into this flat. Scarlet thought, oh, that's all right. It's just the people upstairs. Until it dawned on them. They didn't have any upstairs neighbours. They were on the top floor. Oh, no. The only thing above them was the attic. Needless to say, Scarlet's partner didn't feel like sticking his head up there at two in the morning to come face to face with whatever was walking around.

Again, I know we're still on the Get Hannah to Watch Luther campaign. Those of you who have watched Luther and know the episode that I'm referring to, don't go up and check the loft in the middle of the night if you hear footsteps up there, because we all know what happens. I have now finished season two of MasterChef Australia, so it's the next on my list. Okay, okay, good. I'm excited. Tell me, maybe I will rewatch it too. Have you seen Parasite? The Korean one?

Yeah. Very Parasite vibes today, these stories. Oh, yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Hmm, true. Is that a spoiler? Nah, it's fine. You'll get it right. So neither Scarlett and her partner, obviously after realising that the noises seemed to be coming from the loft, slept easy that night. But as the months went by, the pair didn't hear any other strange footsteps. Scarlet was almost ready to put away the whole incident when one day her partner mentioned something odd. He said that he couldn't seem to get any of the pictures

they had put on the walls to sit straight. He would go around and straighten them, and before you knew it, they'd all be wonky again. At first, Scarlet put this aside, just thinking it was maybe the wind coming from an open window, or perhaps the house had some sort of hidden draft. But that was until one day, when Scarlet was home alone, and she noticed that a few of the pictures had become slanted again.

Without thinking much of it, she straightened them up and went off to the kitchen to make a cup of tea. However, when she returned to the living room with her tea, the three pictures that she had just straightened up were hanging wonkier than ever. That's weird, Scarlett said out loud as she restrainted them before sitting down with her cup of tea to watch some tv and just as scarlet turned on the tv she noticed a slight movement

in the corner of her eye and saw with her own eyes one of the pictures slowly moving itself into a slanted position after this scarlet and her partner decided to hang the pictures on with two screws. They wouldn't have to find a balance point and that they wouldn't just be able to slide out of place, even in a strong breeze. I'm going to say, probably finding a way to stop my pictures becoming wonky would be the least of my priorities. Not being horribly murdered in my haunted flat. I'd probably just take them down

so I didn't have to look at them becoming wonky again. But I admire it. I admire the commitment to the decor that Scarlett and her partner have got here. But the problem was that even after they tried this two screw trick, that didn't seem to phase the pictures or whatever was making them twist. Because they got home one day after almost permanently fixing the pictures to the wall, only to find that one of the pictures had been fully unhooked from one of its screws, and was hanging now wonkily on a single screw. I need be forgiven for thinking that the other screw had maybe just fallen out of the wall, but oh no, it was still very much in the wall whatever was moving the pictures knew what it was doing at this point it seemed clear what the problem was they had a ghost in the house

and once they realized this a few things started to click into place firstly the cold spots that seemed to move around the house making them shiver. Secondly, things just seemed to go missing. Things neither Scarlet nor her partner had any reason to move. It wasn't long after they came to the ghost conclusion that they got chatting to their neighbours, who just so happened to casually mention to the pair that a woman had been stabbed and left for dead in Scarlett's apartment and her body hadn't been found for five days. Yeah, that is less than ideal a revelation to make after you have purchased a flat and realise that it is haunted.

However, as it seems to be a running trend on Red Haunted, Scarlett and her man's invisible housemate didn't seem to want to cause too much trouble. Except for one last creepy incident. One evening, Scarlett's partner was in the kitchen doing the washing up, while Scarlett sat playing Xbox in the living room. I like it. Switching up the traditional gender roles right there. And suddenly, Scarlet realised her partner was talking to someone. Assuming that he was talking to her, she shouted, huh?

And the talking stopped. Her partner rushed into the room. He was completely pale and asked her how she'd moved so quickly. When she assured him she'd been sitting on the sofa for the last 40 minutes, he said, you're lying. How did you do it? I didn't even hear you. After telling him again, she promised she hadn't moved in a long time. And he said, so it wasn't you. And a shiver ran down his spine before he said, I was stood washing up and you came up and tugged the back of my t-shirt. Scarlett knew it

wasn't her and her partner said that it felt like someone wanted to get his attention. It wasn't long before they got curious and decided to look up the murdered woman. It turned out that the date of the shirt pulling was the exact date that her body had been found. And the day that they had heard the footsteps in the attic, well, that was the day that she had been killed. You've got to get out of that house, Scarlett. Yeah, just leave. Probs.

Even if she doesn't mean any harm, probably just go and take your pictures down. Fuck. Oh, my God. I'm honestly scared now. The thought of, like, buying a place now i'm moving in i'm like how can you check you can check for things like fucking foundation security and flooding risk how can i check for ghost shit gotta sage it sage the shit out of it that's it sage it and put up some demon doors that's it that's our next business venture we're gonna make demon proof cellar doors mate that's it and we sell packets of sage with it i'm in fucking hell excellent well guys i hope

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