My friend and I decided to go and visit this old property that was due to be put up for auction, because it wouldn't sell on the market. We were advised by the auctioneers that there was very little interest as the property was believed to be haunted. My friend and I were both 'out-of-towners' and the whole town probably consisted of about forty elderly, narrow-minded people. Therefore we agreed that it was just a village folk-tale and agreed to take the keys and view the property later that afternoon. We stopped in the local pub for a bite to eat and were warned by every single person present in the pub not to go 'up there'.
After lunch we decided to get it over with and drove straight there for a look. We couldn't believe it - the house was beautiful - a real Old English Manor House, it even had a small cottage at the entrance of the gates. We decided to walk up to the main house so we could take it all in - in all its beauty. As we got closer, strangely enough, the air got frostier and frostier and it was a hot summer day. Something didn't feel right and as I turned around to study the clouds to see if there was a storm - I noticed that the car had gone - just like that - totally disappeared. We were shaken by now but for some reason we were too curious to just leave so we pulled out the keys and went into the house.
Inside it had fallen apart - the ceilings were down, the floors were up but strangely, all the pictures and ornaments were still intact. We went into the office/study and it was as if it had been newly decorated and there, lying right in the middle of the floor, was a board. As my friend went to turn it over, her hand came up in huge blisters and she said it was burning. When she dropped the board, it fell the right way up and it looked like some kind of Witch or Ouija board. As the wooden pointer was moved, something unexplanable drifted through the centre of the pointer. We could only presume it was some kind of spirit or something.
Needless to say we left, returned the keys to the auctioneer and didn't enter any type of offer whatsoever. Just as we handed the keys over, the blisters and burning disappeared from my friend's hand.
We obviously kept an eye on the auction of the property and found that it had been bought by a gentleman from Ireland, who had not viewed the house, for £75,000. Unfortunately on his first visit to the house, he died of a heart attack upon leaving.