Growing up in Bedford I was occasionally watched after school by my Great Aunt Pat. I always felt "weird" in her house, especially the stairs up to the second floor. It wasnt more then a finished attic that my cousin Patrick stayed in and a small room for laundry.

Me and my sister would sit on the stairs at the bottom and "dare" each other to go up a step. We'd both always chicken out before we were half way up. We were truely scared of that room.

Another cousin of mine would sometimes stay with Patrick on sleep overs, but neither he nor Patrick ever acted like anything strange would happen up there.

Many years later after I had grown and my Aunt had moved from that house we were talking and I related mine and my sisters fears about that top floor while staying there and she told me she hated it too and it was the main reason they had eventually sold the house. One day she went up stairs to get laundry and as she turned to leave, she was hit from behind and fell down the stairs.

My cousin Patrick died to a drunk driver before my Aunt told me about her run in with "the ghost" so I never got a chance to ask him about it but my other cousin said "maybe it just hated women" as he had never heard or seen anything there.