The house is really scary. Definitely haunted. There is a room at the end which is the coldest room and we never use it. On that first night, I went in and started playing the (out of tune) piano. David thought it would be really funny to sneak up on me and make this toy clown peer at me round the corner. It absolutely freaked me out. I screamed and when I saw it was just David mucking around, I burst into tears of relief. I haven’t been in the room since. It has the same mirror in there as in the movie “The Ring” (the American version). I never go upstairs on my own at night and there is no way I will go downstairs in the middle of the night if I need the loo. The house is pretty grotty. Our landlady knows this and her excuse for the broken furniture and sketchy flush is that it’s not worth getting things mended as she won’t be letting again after the end of this season. Nice.
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