User blog comment:Derpyspaghetti/The Supernatural/@comment-28266772-20170915083543

I've been winding my dad up for a while now, telling him the house we live in is haunted. It was built in the 1640s and has been a school, children's hospital, and hotel since then. I tell him the Matron of the hospital still lives in the house, mourning the loss of the children she could never save. It was fucking hysterical for me up to the point where rooms started dropping 5 degrees in less than a minute, and beds would be made/un-made with neither of us home.

I think my favourite moment was when I was in my bed alone and heard a loud scraping from the corner of the room. Went to use my phone's flashlight but noooo the bloody thing wouldn't work so I was sat there for a full minute, repeatedly hitting the flashlight button (and cursing Apple and Steve Jobs) until suddenly the phone worked and the light came on. Turned out it was a cockroach in a plastic bag! Oh I laughed so hard after a change of clothes and a shower.