Many years ago I lived in Leicester. It was a city full of good people but overall the city was rundown, smallish in attitude and size but it was a decent place to live but this was back in the 90s before it became a giant student playground. In the late 90s I went out with a nurse and she worked in a home for sick kids. I’m being vague for obvious reasons that’ll come clear.
This nursing home was partly an old Victorian building with a newer part built on the side which replaced some older buildings and it was in this section where the kitchens were based, and it’s here where people would see ghosts, hear noises and generally end up being scared shitless at night especially. I only got told this second hand & being a good Fortean Times reader I was instantly sceptical but at the same time, curious but it wasn’t til Christmas that I experienced it for myself.
There was a Christmas party at the home that was open to parents as well as partners of staff so as there was free booze available I went with my partner to enjoy it. After a few bottles of wine, I was taken to the kitchen area where the lights were turned off & it turned into somewhere I really didn’t want to be which is unlike me as I normally love being in a kitchen. The place was much, much colder than the rest of the building which was warm even if it was one of those buildings that had horrible cold-looking corridors everywhere. This was a large care home kitchen with pots and pans everywhere. At the back was a big walk-in freezer firmly locked shut but what got our attention while walking into the kitchen was a sound like the door being slammed shut. This is the point where I started bricking it.
The place was freezing, it felt like someone was staring at us when were in there and one of the nurses there refused to go in that night because of the slamming door, and the fact she’d had similar experiences herself when working. I don’t blame her as the 15 or so minutes in there were terrifying with things shifting & a feeling like you’re being watched. It was a bad, bad feeling everyone generally got which was enough after quarter of an hour to get out of there and head back to the warm where the drink and mince pies were.
At the end of the night, we booked a taxi home and to this day I still have shivers going up my spine when I’m in hospitals, especially in a hospital corridor alone. I never checked the history of the place which in those days wasn’t an easy thing to do, but Leicester is an old city and who knows what was there at some point in history?