Astwood Lane - The Coach House - Anon
Well there was the time when I was chilling with a couple of friends in the living area above the pub, we were watching TV and having a few drinks. The pub was being renovated at the time, so we pretty much had the run of the place.
The toilet upstairs was situated down a very long narrow corridor that went round a corner at the end that lead to a single wooden door. Eventually nature called so I walked off down the corridor, round the corner and went through the wooden door to the bathroom. I washed my hands and went to leave. Now the door, had an old style bolt and latch, much like you'd find on a garden gate, pretty simple, no fuss. I slid the bolt across lifted the latch and tried to open the door, it was a pulling and it wouldn't budge. But here's the weird thing, the door was wobbling and felt like someone was at the other side holding it. My immediate thought was that my friend was playing a prank on me and came down to hold the door. But all of a sudden, the door swiftly opened. No one was there, I ran forward to the corner and looked down the long narrow corridor to see my friend, still sat in the armchair supping on his ale. There was no way he could of ran down the hall without me seeing him. I did the usual thing of closing and opening the door a few times, but I couldn't replicate what just happened, still to this day, it creeps me out.
Well there was the time when I was chilling with a couple of friends in the living area above the pub, we were watching TV and having a few drinks. The pub was being renovated at the time, so we pretty much had the run of the place.
The toilet upstairs was situated down a very long narrow corridor that went round a corner at the end that lead to a single wooden door. Eventually nature called so I walked off down the corridor, round the corner and went through the wooden door to the bathroom. I washed my hands and went to leave. Now the door, had an old style bolt and latch, much like you'd find on a garden gate, pretty simple, no fuss. I slid the bolt across lifted the latch and tried to open the door, it was a pulling and it wouldn't budge. But here's the weird thing, the door was wobbling and felt like someone was at the other side holding it. My immediate thought was that my friend was playing a prank on me and came down to hold the door. But all of a sudden, the door swiftly opened. No one was there, I ran forward to the corner and looked down the long narrow corridor to see my friend, still sat in the armchair supping on his ale. There was no way he could of ran down the hall without me seeing him. I did the usual thing of closing and opening the door a few times, but I couldn't replicate what just happened, still to this day, it creeps me out.
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