I'm sitting here reading this at 11pm and I wish I hadn't, pretty creepy. Devon street part 2 but before the first story That room opposite my room was my friends sisters room, she was pretty crazy, major piss head and she was always getting into fights in town ect. Biker chick would best describe her. One night on her way home from the pub she was jumped by two niggers and raped in the school behind the house. She came home and smashed her room up and was yelling and screaming in her room. Her brother and I were down stairs and didn't know what had happened to her but ran up stairs to see wtf was going on with her. Her brother kicked her door open and she was standing in the middle of the room yelling towards the closet that was built into the wall. She was side on from us and standing in the room about fore meters from the door. Huge rooms in this house. Bay windows, old Victorian style house. A few seconds after he kicked the door open it slammed in our faces as we were about to walk in. She was nowhere near the door and there was no one else in the room with her. What happened to her that night seemed to feed what ever it was in that house. We found out months latter that a woman was stabbed to death by her husband with scissors after he got out of jail and came back to get her. He stabbed her all the way up the stair case and finished her off in the room opposite mine. Left her in the closet and that's where they found her body.