I had been transferred to another town. The company had relocated
me into a nice brick house not far from my workplace. I was excited to embark on this new chapter in my life. But it wasn't long before I realized there was something wrong with my home. I was still living out of boxes and I had only the essentials available to me. My days were long and by the time I got home, I was completely exhausted. I'd often eat, shower and fall asleep on the coach. One night, I had a strange dream. Someone was watching me sleep. He leaned over me as I slept. He had a scowl on his face. I couldn't make out the features but it looked like an older gentleman and he was angry. I quickly dismissed the strange dream. On the third night, the temperature in my room had dropped. I awoke shivering. Had a cold front come in during the night? I coughed and the smoky vapor emitted from my breath startled me.
Something was wrong. First of all it was icy cold in the room. More importantly, I felt as if someone was watching me.
Had someone broken in? I sat up. From the corner of the tiny bar in the den, a grey mist was slowly making its way across the room. I wiped my eyes making sure I wasn't imagining things. By now I was wide awake. The foggy mass seemed to move with a purpose. I was immobile and the thick mist drifted towards the front door. I eventually got up to investigate. I followed its movement and opened the front door of my house. There was no one there. But that wasn't what surprised me the most. Outside, the air was warm and still. It was only cold inside my house. I checked the thermostat. The air conditioner wasn't even on! I couldn't explain the chill in the room.
As the weeks passed, I settled into the house and eventually got myself a bed and moved into the bedroom. One night, I heard footsteps. There was a rustling sound coming from the living room. Rats? The sound stopped and I made a mental note to call an exterminator the next day. I got up to get some water from the kitchen. As I left my bedroom, my eyes adjusted to the darkness. As I walked into the narrow hallway, I stopped in my tracks. Something was standing at the end of the hallway. It was a dark figure. My heart started to pound. Then the figure quickly moved away from the entrance. my hand scrambled to turn on the light. I walked into the living room expecting to catch the intruder. There was no one. I looked everywhere. I didn't have much furniture and there weren't too many places he could hide. The fact is there was no one in the house. What was going on in my home? I wasn't dreaming or hallucinating. I know I saw a dark figure of a man.
I didn't know who to ask or what to do about this strange happening. Eventually things settled down and I forgot about it. Several months later, I was sleeping in my bedroom. I started to have the strange dream again. There was someone watching me and my heart started to pound in panic. It startled me so much, I awoke. I glanced to the right of my bedroom. Coming out from the dresser mirror was the dark figure of a man. It was pitch black, darker than the night. He stood at the foot of my bed. I couldn't make out eyes or any facial features at all. But I knew he was staring at me. I was lying in bed completely paralyzed. He started to walk toward me. I was so shocked, I couldn't even open my mouth to speak. My mind raced and I started to think of the Lords prayer. Suddenly and unexpectedly a blue light from the bathroom window came on. The alley is behind my bedroom and bathroom. I don't know if it was a car driving by or what had caused the blue light to come on. But as soon as the light entered from the window, the dark figure turned away from the light and walked right through the closed bedroom door and out of my room. What had I just seen?
It wasn't long before I moved out for good. I was never a believer in the paranormal and I thought ghosts were simply a figment of someone's overactive imagination. I no longer scoff at people who claim to see ghosts. I never did find out who or what was haunting that house. But I wasn't going to stay and find out. Whatever it was, I'm sure is still there at that house.
Lucky to meet a black cat. Black Cats are featured on many good luck greetings cards and birthday cards in England.
Unlucky to walk underneath a ladder. 
When finished eating a boiled egg, push the spoon through the bottom of the empty shell to let the devil out
One ancient British superstition holds that if a child rides on a bear's back it will be protected from whooping-cough. (Bears used to roam Britain but now they are not seen on our shores)
In some parts of the UK meeting two or three Ravens together is considered really bad. One very English superstition concerns the tame Ravens at the 
It is said to be bad luck if you see bats flying and hear their cries. In the middle ages it was believed that witches were closely associated with bats. 
If a Sparrow enters a house it is an omen of death to one of the people who live there. In some areas it is believed that to avoid bad luck, any Sparrow caught must be immediately killed otherwise the person who caught it will die.
In some areas black Rabbits are thought to host the souls of human beings. White Rabbits are said to be really witches and some believe that saying 'White Rabbit' on the first day of each month brings luck. A common lucky charm is a Rabbit's foot, but not for the Rabbit.
It is thought very unlucky to have the feathers of a Peacock within the home or handle anything made with them. This is possibly because of the eye shape present upon these feathers i.e. the Evil-Eye associated with wickedness.