Been too long, anons. Told this a while ago here so I'll reshare it to kickstart the thread. >Live in Northern Ireland >There's a bunch of abandoned old houses just outside town, goldmine for spooks >Friend and I decide to go exploring one evening >Not even really dark yet, but go creeping around anyway >Exploring one of the houses together >In the bathroom, everything's both crumbled to shit but neatly preserved in a weird way >Suddenly here a loud rustling from the next room >Rapid footsteps >Almost throw up with fear >Turn to see a skinny, pale, scraggly figure in the doorway making crazy motions with his arms and bending his head left and right while staring at me wide eyed >Charges at me and then past me to the bath, starts fucking around with the taps and yelling >Run the fuck out of the house and down the road, fiend had already bailed and was waiting on the kerb for me >There's a car nearby that suddenly starts as we run >That night I'm in bed, home alone >Hear someone wiggle the doorknob >it locked, no worries >Hear voices outside >Peek through the window >Several figures walking around my back garden >One has some sort of bar/metal stick >Eventually they leave Tums out we'd accidentally stumbled too close some paramilitary drug den and met a crackhead or something, my dad gave me this huge talk about the area. Not paranormal I guess but still spooky as shit at the time.