When I was nine, I lived in a flat in Farnborough, England and used to ride with a few friends to an old abandoned WW2 military hospital, one mile away from my home.
It was not a huge hospital, probably possessing only 10 to 15 rooms. We would crawl in through gaps in the boarded up windows, using candles to search the rooms. What i remember most about the hospital was that it always had a frighteningly strange silence to it, even though a main road was only a short distance away. This made the hospital a very eerie place....
We must have played in and around the hospital for maybe a month until the authorities cordoned off the grounds. I did not know it at the time, but it was soon to be knocked down and new houses built on the site.
Just over a year later my parents told me we were going to move just up the road: to my surprise my new home was one built on the old hospital grounds!
For about a year nothing out of the ordinary happened........ Then one night, about 10 pm, I was reading in bed: I always kept the bedroom door slightly ajar so that I could see out into the hall way. I looked up from my book to see the black hooded figure of a monk walking towards me from the top of the stairway. He stopped, turned and looked at me and then seemed to wander into one of the other two bed rooms! I got up and looked into my brother's bedroom and saw nothing except my brother sleeping. I checked my parents' room but nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary in there, either....
My mother and father were downstairs watching TV at the time, so i calmly went down and told them what I had seen. They said to go back to bed and that it had all been just my imagination. I tried to convince them, but they weren't inclined to believe me.
The house had a spiral staircase, so from the bottom you could not see all the way to the top: as I walked up and around the corner, the black figure was standing directly in my way! I just froze and stared at the phantom, until it raised its hand and made a kind of peace gesture. Unsurprisingly, I screamed hysterically and ran downstairs! My parents could not calm me, and I went to stay with my grandparents. It took about a month until I had regained sufficient confidence to come home.....
We lived in that house for a further five years until we moved to Basingstoke: I now live in Cambridge, but since that night I have never seen or heard anything similar........
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