During the 3rd lockdown in the UK (Jan 2021 – March 2021) I was up in Derbyshire with family. I am a student so was in my last year of 6th form then. To do online school on Zoom, my parents suggested I go to the vacant cottage that my parents usually use as an AirBnB so that I wouldn’t be disturbed by the noisiness of the house (with both parents working over Zoom and my younger sibling doing online school).

This cottage was built by my great grandfather, so my family inherited it. It’s been renovated and looks relatively modern on the inside, but is in quite a quiet little village and although not isolated, it can sometimes feel a little bit lonely. I would often sleep over there to finish my work and just relax rather than getting my parents to have to drive out to take me home, and every night I did so I would lock up at around 6:30pm.

However, one night it must’ve just slipped my mind to lock up after finishing my homework, and I just went upstairs and took a bath. I came downstairs, watched some TV, when I realised I couldn’t remember if I had locked up or not. So I went to the front door, and noticed that the keys weren’t on the table next to it. For context: I would always leave my keys on that table, without fail. I then checked to see if the door was locked and, of course, it wasn’t. The door swung out to the darkness outside. I closed it and started to retrace my steps, not yet too concerned about it’s whereabouts, just thinking I’d had it in my hands and put it somewhere stupid.

So I’ve opened almost every drawer in this cottage, looked in the fridge, through the bins (in case I’d accidentally thrown it out with something) checked all my pockets, my bag, etc. Almost every place, including absurd places just to be sure. It wasn’t anywhere. I decided to go back downstairs and start all over again for the 3rd time, starting from the front door, when I saw the keys there, on the table, placed perfectly straight and neat and pointing toward me. I had checked that table twice and hadn’t seen it before then. Yet there it was, perfectly in plain sight and right where I would usually leave it.

I was immediately on edge. All the hairs on the back of my neck stood up. It was so unnerving to see it reappear in the most tauntingly obvious place possible. My first reaction was to grab a large kitchen knife and call my Dad to come over, as I thought that maybe someone had crept into the cottage whilst I was bathing and was taunting me; playing mind games. He rushed over, checked over the whole house, but there was no one in the cottage except for me and him. He laughed at me for not looking properly and no amount of assurance would convince him that it had just appeared. Once I knew that it wasn’t an actual knife-wielding maniac, I felt fine again, but when I came home my Mum told me that my Uncle had had a paranormal experience in there too.

My Uncle works as a builder/ plumber/ electrician and he did some renovations in the attic. He has never lied in his life, in fact, he tells the hard truth 100% of the time, even if it would be better to say nothing at all. He told my Mum that when he was in that attic in the dark, he heard an old woman’s voice in a low tone ask: “Hello?” Apparently he bolted out of there. She didn’t really tell me much else.

There’s another story too. When we were younger we temporarily lived in the cottage when our house experienced some issues with the water pipes. One night our babysitter experienced a sort of sleep paralysis, where she said she saw a shadowy figure of a woman come into her room and begin to choke her. When she woke up, she had her own hands around her neck and was coughing and spluttering. I don’t know how much sleep paralysis plays into the paranormal so I didn’t know whether to include it here, but maybe it could be connected?

Anyway, would love to hear people’s thoughts on these events that have taken place in the cottage. As far as I know, no one who has used the AirBnB has complained of any issues.

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[link] [comments]During the 3rd lockdown in the UK (Jan 2021 – March 2021) I was up in Derbyshire with family. I am a student so was in my last year of 6th form then. To do online school on Zoom, my parents suggested I go to the vacant cottage that my parents usually use as an AirBnB so that I wouldn’t be disturbed by the noisiness of the house (with both parents working over Zoom and my younger sibling doing online school). This cottage was built by my great grandfather, so my family inherited it. It’s been renovated and looks relatively modern on the inside, but is in quite a quiet little village and although not isolated, it can sometimes feel a little bit lonely. I would often sleep over there to finish my work and just relax rather than getting my parents to have to drive out to take me home, and every night I did so I would lock up at around 6:30pm. However, one night it must’ve just slipped my mind to lock up after finishing my homework, and I just went upstairs and took a bath. I came downstairs, watched some TV, when I realised I couldn’t remember if I had locked up or not. So I went to the front door, and noticed that the keys weren’t on the table next to it. For context: I would always leave my keys on that table, without fail. I then checked to see if the door was locked and, of course, it wasn’t. The door swung out to the darkness outside. I closed it and started to retrace my steps, not yet too concerned about it’s whereabouts, just thinking I’d had it in my hands and put it somewhere stupid. So I’ve opened almost every drawer in this cottage, looked in the fridge, through the bins (in case I’d accidentally thrown it out with something) checked all my pockets, my bag, etc. Almost every place, including absurd places just to be sure. It wasn’t anywhere. I decided to go back downstairs and start all over again for the 3rd time, starting from the front door, when I saw the keys there, on the table, placed perfectly straight and neat and pointing toward me. I had checked that table twice and hadn’t seen it before then. Yet there it was, perfectly in plain sight and right where I would usually leave it. I was immediately on edge. All the hairs on the back of my neck stood up. It was so unnerving to see it reappear in the most tauntingly obvious place possible. My first reaction was to grab a large kitchen knife and call my Dad to come over, as I thought that maybe someone had crept into the cottage whilst I was bathing and was taunting me; playing mind games. He rushed over, checked over the whole house, but there was no one in the cottage except for me and him. He laughed at me for not looking properly and no amount of assurance would convince him that it had just appeared. Once I knew that it wasn’t an actual knife-wielding maniac, I felt fine again, but when I came home my Mum told me that my Uncle had had a paranormal experience in there too. My Uncle works as a builder/ plumber/ electrician and he did some renovations in the attic. He has never lied in his life, in fact, he tells the hard truth 100% of the time, even if it would be better to say nothing at all. He told my Mum that when he was in that attic in the dark, he heard an old woman’s voice in a low tone ask: “Hello?” Apparently he bolted out of there. She didn’t really tell me much else. There’s another story too. When we were younger we temporarily lived in the cottage when our house experienced some issues with the water pipes. One night our babysitter experienced a sort of sleep paralysis, where she said she saw a shadowy figure of a woman come into her room and begin to choke her. When she woke up, she had her own hands around her neck and was coughing and spluttering. I don’t know how much sleep paralysis plays into the paranormal so I didn’t know whether to include it here, but maybe it could be connected? Anyway, would love to hear people’s thoughts on these events that have taken place in the cottage. As far as I know, no one who has used the AirBnB has complained of any issues. submitted by /u/Careful-Panda9885 [link] [comments]

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