It wasn’t very long before our marriage finally ended. There appeared to be no reason for this. We didn’t argue and had no problems. Money was plentiful. There was nothing obvious to cause it to happen. It just slowly ended. Jim moved out and I was left with the other two, who very quickly started to treat me like I was the lodger. Life could have been better.
One night I was home alone and I heard a bang, and then movement in the hallway. Thinking that the others had come home I waited for them. There were more bangs and noises, but they hadn’t come home. Their car wasn’t outside! Now I was scared. Should I sit and wait for the intruder to find me or should I go out and meet him head on, and suffer any consequences? I couldn’t bear the thought of waiting for the unknown, so I went out to meet whoever it was. I switched the light on and peered over the Bannister rail – Nobody was there! The hallway was silent. Part of me was glad, but the other part was now a little scared at what could have made these noises. I went back into the lounge and got on with what ever I was doing before I was interrupted. Eventually they came home, and it was forgotten.
Things got progressively worse in our household. My friend’s personality seemed to be changing. She was no longer the warm and caring person I had known for so long. She became bitter and spiteful. Always arguing and snapping at everything I said or did. Eventually it came to a head when, out of the blue one evening, she started an argument with me. I was shocked. I was even more shocked when she screamed at me to get out of this house, and don’t come back! He tried to calm her down. He looked embarrassed. It was obvious who’s home this was. She was behaving like a demented person. I couldn’t believe it, but I was not about to stay and fight it out. I left and made my way to the nearby phone box. There was no telephone in the house, and mobiles were yet to be invented.
I couldn’t stay in the house with them any longer. What had happened? How could such good and long term friends turn so nasty and spiteful for no reason? I couldn’t understand it. I telephoned my brother, who promptly came to my rescue. He took me to his home and we cancelled the agreement on the flat. As it was officially an ‘empty’ house, no notice was needed, it was as easy as that. We then went back to the house to get my clothes and personal belongings.
I went into the room where they were sitting on my sofa, watching my television and probably drinking my coffee in my mugs. I took a certain amount of pleasure in saying “You told me to get out, so that is exactly what I have done. I no longer rent this flat, therefore you have until the end of the week to move out.” The look on their faces showed that they hadn’t expected that! I packed my personal belongings up and left.
When my brother and I went back to get my furniture, the house was pretty much like it had been when we moved in. Only this time they were my friends clothes and rubbish all over the flat, where they had left in a hurry. Nothing was cleaned up. It had an uncanny similarity to how it looked when Jim and I first saw the house.
You can make your own minds up as to whether or not that house had an unpleasant entity occupying it. I just gave you some of the facts, as they happened. At the time I thought nothing of it. It was only when I started to write this post that I felt the oppressive weight and saw, what I believe now, was a major influence causing havoc in our lives, and probably others before us.
Jim and I had moved into that house a newly married, happy couple with a lovely home. In no more than a year our marriage was over, a good long term friendship was over and I was homeless.
I moved in with my brother and his family until I could find a new flat. This time it had to be a furnished flat. I had to sell my home quickly to a second hand dealer! I seem to recall I got £10 for my furniture, I gave the smaller items away and, yes, I left some of the larger items behind in the house in North London, as did the previous occupants!
What was the history of that house?
All four of us still worked at the same company. I didn’t see her again, but did bump into him now and again. He always gave me a sort of ‘knowing’, slightly embarrassed smile. The company eventually relocated and those staff who didn’t move with the company were scattered about London in various new jobs. I heard, some time later, that their marriage had failed, he had become an alcoholic and lost his job and she had disappeared. Very sad.
Jim and I remained friends throughout and kept in contact with each other, through phone calls, for a number of years. Sadly, due to home moves, we eventually lost touch.