I live with my Granddad in Central London. He went on holiday and left me in the house alone for 2 weeks.
The house is over 200 years old; he has owned it since 1982. Nothing unusual has happened since he has been living there, until Monday night.
I was just about to go to sleep. It was about 12am. The house is creaky as its old but what happened next was not a normal occurrence1 and I know it wasn't my imagination, I thought it might have been at first but I soon found out it wasn't.
All the houses in The Mews are connected. As I was just dropping off, I heard a loud banging noise. I told myself it was just the neighbors and to stop making myself paranoid. I heard a man shouting, it sounded as if it was coming from the basement (the door to my basement is underneath2 my bedroom). It went quiet for a few minutes until I heard it again. This time it was much louder, it sounded like someone was kicking the basement door (which was locked). This went on for about 3 minutes.
I lay in my bed, too scared to move. I could hear the shouting again, I couldn't hear what was being said but I could tell that whoever was shouting was very angry. The banging started again, this time it shook the wall of my room. The windows and the wardrobe were shaking as if there was an earthquake or something simil
