I've got a story that some here will have heard me refer to in the past but wouldn't have read in full, but I'll share it now.
I have lived with my parents in the house we now have since Aprill 11th 1987, we bought the house and I grew up here (I was 11 when we moved here, I just can't afford to move out and need some level of care due to disability, but that is not important). In the mid-1990's my parents bought and antique oak wardrobe, it was nothing really special to look at but it was pleasing to the eye, but somehting about it would give you a nagging feeling at the back of your mind if you were clairvoyant. If you were a woman it would just make you feel uncormortable.
After owning it for a few months and my parents having it in their bedroom, my dad changed his job at the company and it meant he had to travel abroad alot to represent the cpompany in meetings. The first might my mum was alone in the room, she felt something large and heavy crawl on the matress toward her, she was reading and shouted iat it to go away, swinging out with her arm, whatever it was just left without a trace. The matress is a heay authopedic one, they are solid as rocks, I was 15 stone (210 pounds) at the time and I stood on the matress and didn't make a dent, but whatever it was really made the matress dent and sag where it was. The following night, my mum was just falling asleep when the matress lifted up below her on her side of the bed and threw her off the other end of the bed. She refused to go back int othe room after leaving it and when I came home she was asleep on the bed setee downstairs, she told me what happened the following day. After that she never slept in the room alone and wouldn't enter the room alone at night.
After these incidents, we placed a pentacle on the walla above the bed for protection, my mum also kept a bowl of water at the foot of the bed at night for more protection, but she would never be alone in the room at night. I had no personal experience with the wardrobe until the next summer when I was left to look after our cat for a couple of week while the others went on vacation. I was going to the bathroom when the door of the wardrobe swung open on its own (it closed with a catch, it could not swing open on its own by accident) as i walked past and i went and closed it, closing the catch at the same time. Leaving the room I heard it creak open again. While in the bathroom I could hear movement about the landing outside the door, when I left the bathroom the wardrobe door was closing on its own and then the catch sealed itself. Needless to say I was a little spooked. But that night I spent much of the night reading in the marents room to test out the wardrobe and nothing happened.
Sometime later the wardrobe was moved into the spare room and my mum felt safe enough to sleep in her bedroom alone again and things were fine and dandy for a month or two. By then I had insomnia in a big way so I was up nearly all night, every night. It was then that I would hear the wardrobe open and cvlose on it's own, the here the door to the spare room open and walking up and down the landing. I would eventually her the spare room door close again and the wardrobe door open and close and that was that. This would happen at random intervals each night for nearly a year. While the piece of furniture was in the spar room, you would feel watched when you were on the stairs or landing and really creeped out if you were i nthe spare room alone, the hairs on the back of your neck would stand on end, no joking!
It was after about a year of the nightly goings on that I decided to investigate the thing in the wardrobe. I waited for it to open the spare room door one night and opened my bedroom door just after. The spare room was between mine and my parents bedroom, my younger sisters room was on the other side of mine. I opened the door and something black passed the doorway, to quickly to see, but I ducked my head out onto the landing and saw something in the gloom. A shadow, human shaped, fitting from floor to ceiling was standing outside my sisters room, you could see through it, but it was a distinct shadow. I got my courage together and told it to get away from there, it turned, showing that it was bent at the shoulders where it roughly met the ceiling and stretched out a few feet horizontally just below the ceiling (like when you bend a candy bar and stretch out one end) and it just rushed toward me and right through me, into the spare room and into the wardrobe. I was so cold I was shivering for most of the night. I told my family nothing of that experience and haven't still.
After owning yhr wardrobe for nearly 3 years we sold the wardrobe (it still kept wandering the landing at night and occasionally went up and down the stairs when the wardrobe was moved to the landing waiting to be sold), we didn't tell the guy what happened with us, but he never came back with any complaints, so it couldn't have effected him. Whatever it was i nthe wardrobe left with the furniture so it was definately linked to it, but we never worked out anything for certain and never learned the history on the item.
If anyone knows any sources on haunted furniture, let me know, especially websites
