Years ago my sister had a creepy flat in Whalley Range. I used to get a feeling of dread whenever I visited. It was always located in one part of the house and on one visit it was so bad that I became upset and actually asked if I could go home (I was only 12 or so at the time)
Fast forward a few years and I'd been out in Chorlton and needed a place to crash. I went to Panicos for a kebab and decided to utilise the spare key I had for my sisters gaff. She was away for the weekend with her fella so off to Whalley Range I toddled. I got back to the house and let myself in, put a few lights on and ate my kebab. All of a sudden I could hear a cold, high female laughter from the far bathroom and in my pissed up state wondered if my sister wasn't actually away. I shouted her name but the laughter just continued and at this point I began to shit myself. There was a foul, sulphuric smell emanating from the corridor and despite my beer bravado, I was shaking and sweating as I got to the door. I opened it, and couldn't believe my eyes - in my sisters bathtub was the Loch Ness monster and he looked me in the eye. I asked him what he wanted and he said "imma need bout tree fiddy"