We were looking at properties in The Staffordshire Moorlands. We went to view a lovely bungalow which had everything and more that we expected. It was ideal.
We viewed the kitchen, utility, front room, sitting rooms, bathrooms, and bedrooms. On viewing the third bedroom, as the door opened, I felt a sudden chill. On entering, I became colder and colder. This, I subsequently found out, had been the bedroom of the last resident who had been found dead in her bed. No way could I have bought that place. It really gave me the creeps.