My mother used work at an old pub in town, the previous owners, there son was out picking conkers in a village nearby and was run down by a car as he got too close to the road, freak accident. Anyway the reason my mum was working there was because her boyfriend knew the man that was going to be the new landlord and the place had been shut up for a few years. It was bare walls and floorboards inside, nothing, the day he began moving in, he took a box upstairs ( new landlord did ) came down, back up again with another one and there was a huge pile of around 100 conkers on the floor, now to me that seems impossible, but other things happened, the dumb waiter would go up and down by itself, one day my mum was in the kitchen and took all the cutlery out of the dishwasher and put it into piles of knives, forks, spoons etc on the table, went out into the bar to help out, and the whole lot had been scattered into one big mess across the table.

In the lounge out the back several customers reported there drinks ' dissapearing ' aswell.

Also my bedsit where im living at the moment, the landlords wife died of cancer aged in her late 40s.

The washing machine has been turned off at the switch twice ( have to pull the machine out to turn the switch back on )

I put a empty plastic milk jug on the cooker, and turned round i could hear this popping turned round again and the hob nearest the plastic container was on full blast and melting the jug.

Seen a lot of freaky stuff, also my nan died in October last year, about 2 weeks later my grandad kept waking up in the early hours of the morning and the bungalow was like a sauna.... heating had been cranked right up..