“So I used to live at this address: xxxxxx
The houses were built to house the people building the railway in Derby in the 1800s (I only found this out after I left the house, thankfully.) It was a creepy house, really foreboding and every time I washed my hair in the shower, every time I opened my eyes, I expected something to be there
Anyway, I came back from an afternoon lecture one afternoon, opened the door, walked up the first flight of stairs and saw a wet hand print on the floor, a really wet handprint. I was a bit like 'ummm very strange' at that moment but I didn't freak out. It was just out the ordinary
So I walked up to see my housemate, Ed. I opened the door and he was on the phone to his girlfriend, not crying but massively in distress ... that was when the penny dropped… He then told me that as he was walking up the stairs earlier carrying a glass of water, he felt something cold go through him, almost a push, causing him to drop the water. He picked up the glass and ran upstairs to his room.
The water falling out the glass had created a handprint on the floor.....literally, a hand print. Every digit was in proportion. I did freak out at that moment as I'd put two and two together - I told everyone to get out the house which we did but then sheepishly returned after a FIFA session around another friend's house.
It was genuinely terrifying, might not sound it but it was haha. And all true.
If someone offered me $50 to go back and spend the night there by myself, despite the fact I lived there for a year with almost no incident, I wouldn't. There was something there that didn't want 6 college guys there.
....Unfortunately, I don't have a photo of the handprint. This was in 2012 prior to the culture of taking a photo/selfie of literally everything. I wish I had though.” - Alex
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