Ghost Stories

The most dangerous thing to happen was when we found that all eight Hobbes across the two electric ovens had been turned up to full, emanating that glowing red orangey colour. Personally, my worst experience happened in the middle of the day when I was alone in the flat. Behind me, reflected in the mirror, was the upper half of a male figure. He had short shaved hair and a face that was drained of colour, almost grey and a kind of annoyed expression. The noises continued for the rest of the academic year until we eventually moved out. My final ghost experience happened after uni when I was in my mid 20s. On this unassuming night we were unable to activate