by Stefan Ferguson

Created on: March 28, 2010   Last Updated: March 31, 2010

Throughout my life I have had many encounters with the paranormal, the events I will be writing about are fiction.

In 2005 my mother decided to move house to a cottage in a isolated village, this village didn't have many people the same age as me. I was lucky enough to meet a boy who lived across the road, to be honest he was a bit of an odd ball, a compulsive liar as I soon gathered from his outrageous stories, although he did inform me that the previous owners of my mothers house where two brothers who where very strange, they never left the house and they both also died in the house a few years apart from each other. I took his words with a pinch of salt as I did everything he said. When I told my mother what we had been talking about, she confirmed what he told me was true. It didn't really bother me at the time, but now often wonder if all the strange events that happened inside and outside of this cottage are caused by them.

One of my good friends that I knew from where I previously lived would visit me once or twice every few weeks, we would usually sit in my garden behind the old shed that was in the corner of my garden and have a few beers while discussing life and good memories we had together, it was on one particular occasion late at night we heard a distinctive knocking noise coming from inside the shed, It went from one side of the wall  to the other in roughly about 15 knocks. As soon as we heard it we sat in silence for a few minutes, then decided to go inside.

The following day I asked my mother if she had the key to the shed, she told me she didn't, but she allowed me to break the lock so we could put another one on it, so I went out and broke the lock to my avail the shed still had its contents in it which included a table and 4 chairs which nicely fitted in the shed, there was also a small cupboard attached to one of the walls which contained paint tins. I used the shed as a "gang-hut" for a few months for whenever friends came round,  on several occasions a few knocks would come from inside the cupboard which contained old paint tins, while we where sitting in it.

My friends believed my shed was haunted as did I, after a while we stopped going in the shed due to the fact that it started to smell bad, the closest thing I could compare the smell to was dung and rotten eggs.

A few weeks passed and the knocking noises had came back but this time they where on my family members windows while they where in bed, scratching noises also

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