It happened on a day-trip to York when my boyfriend Ryan and I were on holiday last October.Â York had been one of those places Iâ€™d always wanted to visit but had never had the chance before, and although we were staying a good hour away on the Yorkshire Coast we decided to take the car and head out for the day.
The women who owned the bed and breakfast we were staying in had told us to set our Sat nav for the Monk Gate car park as this was the best place to park.
From there you were apparently only a stones throw from the famous Minster and within walking distance of all of the rest of Yorkâ€™s major attractions many of which were directly in the city centre
The drive down only took us just over an hour to get there and despite York being a Mecca for tourists we managed to get parked surprisingly easily right where the lady had suggested. Â Mind you, we had left at the crack of dawn and so it was still fairly early in the day when we arrived
Right from the start I immediately fell in love York.Â I couldnâ€™t believe how pretty the place was.Â Some of it was very quaint with streets and buildings that had been in existence for hundreds of years.Â These stood alongside other more modern areas which had a vibrant and cosmopolitan feel to them.Â We started walking towards the city centre and grabbed some breakfast in a very nice Italian cafÃ© on Goodramgate before visiting the Minster.
It was an unusually warm day, certainly for the time of year and on top of the large latte Iâ€™d had at breakfast Iâ€™d been sipping away at bottled water for most the morning
The time seemed to fly by as we made our way around the city, and it soon became clear that York was not a place we were going to able see all of it in one day.Â There were literally dozens of different things one could have done or seen. Â From boat trips on the river to various different museums and other attractions that awaited the many enthusiastic tourists that thronged the city streets in the busy summer months
I glanced at my watch and saw it was getting on for 1.00pm which explained why my tummy was telling me it was almost time for some lunch.Â We had been on our feet for most of the morning, and I was starting to get a little weary, plus the fact Iâ€™d been dying for the toilet for ages but kept putting it off
I absolutely hate public toilets and so I tend to end up holding it in for ages and generally wonâ€™t use them until Iâ€™m forced to.Â Not a very healthy thing to do I know, but itâ€™s a sort of phobia Iâ€™ve lived with for years.
Anyhow we turned up another side street and found ourselves on STONEGATE which I now know is yet another one of Yorkâ€™s famous streets.Â Itâ€™s another historic street, again with lots of old buildings dotted around quite similar to the Shambles
Whilst walking along it casually looking in the windows of the many small independent shops we came across what was advertised as a â€œGenuine Haunted Houseâ€ at No.35 Stonegate
The front of the building appeared to be quite gimmicky and was actually a magic shop selling various curios such as tarot cards and crystals and books on the occult etc.
The windows were also covered with posters and newspaper articles all talking about it being â€œThe most haunted house in Englandâ€ and claiming how several famous ghost hunters and TV crews etc had left the building screaming during some of the recent overnight vigils that had been held there
There were also loads of signs all tempting you to come inside and take your own tour of the house if you dare?
Whilst itâ€™s not really my thing Ryan was immediately taken with it, and was like
â€œHey Emma come and look at this place, we have GOT to go in here for sure, as I walked over to see what he was getting so excited about
Itâ€™s a real haunted houseâ€, he said â€œGot to be worth a visit donâ€™t you think?â€
â€œHmmmâ€¦â€ I said looking in the window and screwing up my faceâ€¦â€œLooks like a bit of waste of time to me to be honestâ€
â€œOn come on Emmaâ€¦ itâ€™s only a fiver continued Ryan, â€œHa- Ha your just too scared to go in arenâ€™t you?
To be honest I really wasnâ€™t up for it for two reasons,
- Yeah part of it was that Iâ€™d had several strange experiences happen to me over the years which had left me in no doubt that there are certainly things that exist in this world that we still donâ€™t have the knowledge to explain.
- However a much more pressing reason was that by now I really needed a wee to the point where it was becoming urgent
However before Iâ€™d had a chance to walk away Ryan had already raced up the stairs and was standing at the entrance leading into the building
â€œAre you coming in or not?â€ he shouted to me
â€œNah Ryanâ€, I said â€œLetâ€™s leave it ehâ€¦.. Iâ€™m dying for the looâ€
â€œOh come on Emma, he said getting grumpy with me, it says it only takes half an hour to go round, .letâ€™s just go in and we can go to the pub across the street for lunch as soon as we come out yeah?â€
To be honest I really wasnâ€™t at all keen but we were on holiday after all and I didnâ€™t really want to fall out with him.Â So stupidly I decided to just ignore my bladder rather than start an argument
â€œOh Ok then I said reluctantly after a few seconds â€œBut Iâ€™m not hanging around once we get inside honestly just a quick look round yeahâ€¦â€
â€œSure, no worries well be going for lunch in about half an hour anyhowâ€
We handed over our money and were pointed in the direction of a door which led us through into a small waiting area where we greeted by a lady who explained a bit more about the tour
The idea is that you wander around the house at your own pace in small groups, and an audio tour in each room guides you through the building.Â Whilst telling you a bit about the history of the house, and also stories about some of the people whoâ€™d lived there over the years.
From memory I think they allow up to ten people in each group but on this occasion there were only us and two other couples. Â After a few minutes wait we were told to proceed towards the first room.
As soon as we opened the door and stepped inside, the audio stream began. It told you that the house was built on a 2000 year old former monastic site with the current building itself being actually over 700 years old.Â It had started life as a book shop and it went on to tell you about the guy who owned the shop. It also pointed out some of the particular features of the room we were standing in and some of the artefacts that had been uncovered during restoration.
Although it was interesting to hear, the house itself to me didnâ€™t feel to be the least bit haunted.
Iâ€™ve had quite a few experiences over the years where I have felt really strange and uncomfortable in some places but I certainly wasnâ€™t getting any of those sorts of vibes hereâ€¦ In fact it just felt like we were standing in an old building, certainly not in â€œThe most haunted house in Englandâ€ as it had been hyped.
So as we stood there listening to the commentary I did honestly begin to wonder about the authenticity of some of the claims being made about the house
After about four or five minutes the audio clip finished and we began to make our way out the other door on the opposite side of the room.
The women at the entrance had told us there about 10 rooms to see in total plus the stairways and corridors.Â That meant if each audio clip lasted for about five minutes, then we were going to be in there for a dam site longer than just half an hour.
I cursed Ryan under my breath, as despite trying to convince myself otherwise I was desperately needing to go to the loo and probably should have gone at least an hour earlierâ€¦ if not before.
I found it hard to concentrate on what the guide was saying as more and more I felt myself focusing on the nagging discomfort of needing a wee
It was also really difficult walking around the house because the stairs were all narrow sloped and uneven and I was terrified I was going to trip and land on my bum.Â There werenâ€™t many places you could sit down either, just a few small narrow wooden benches dotted around the corners of the rooms
I regretted not having simply stuck to my guns and walked away when Iâ€™d had the chance, which would have been the sensible thing to have done, even if it had meant falling out with him
However from here on in we continued to make our way throughout the rest of the house, and as we got deeper and deeper into the corridors and other rooms, some of which were pitch black I felt myself starting to feel much less at ease at the general atmosphere within the building.
The house no longer felt like a cheap tourist attraction.Â Some of the rooms felt very cold and unwelcoming particularly when we went into the mask room.Â Â A room with dark wooden panelled walls adorned with African style carvings which made me feel very uneasy.
We had been in the house for best part of 45 minutes and I was getting to the point where I couldnâ€™t stand still.Â By now it must of dawned on Ryan on just how badly I needed the Â loo as he keptÂ asking me if I was ok, which was really starting to irritate me, because clearly he knew fine well I wasnâ€™t.
In fact Iâ€™m totally ashamed to say that if it had only been him and me and the other people hadnâ€™t been walking around with us Iâ€™d have been seriously tempted to have yanked my jeans & knickers down and peed in a corner it was getting that bad
The next room we went into was the dining room a much later addition to the house which was reflected in the dÃ©cor.Â The room was lavishly furnished and looked like it would have been expensive in its day.Â This room was much bigger and brighter than the others with a couple of sofas which meant I could finally sit down for a few minutes and take the pressure off my aching bladder.Â Â The room had large bay windows which overlooked the street below.Â The audio tour encouraged you to go over and look out the windows whilst it told you about the many different buildings surrounding the house itself.
I couldnâ€™t help thinking that was it just my imagination or were these audio clips actually getting longer and longer all the time.Â We seemed to have been sat there for ages listening to the womenâ€™s voice droning on the background
Finally the clip ended and we made our way up another staircase which lead to what was thankfully the final room in the houseâ€¦.â€The sÃ©ance roomâ€
As soon as we opened the door, and walked inside, this room more than any other weâ€™d been in totally freaked me out.Â Â Not only was it almost pitch black to start with but the room was circular in shape had no windows and was laid out with a large round table in the centre around which were several leather chairs.Â In the middle of the table was a Chrystal globe of some sort with a couple of Ouija boards placed around it.
For probably the firs time since entering the house other than perhaps having felt slightly uncomfortable in the mask roomÂ Â I had to admit that now I was feeling really quite on edge.
There was just something about this particular room that brought back all the same sort of feelings of dread Iâ€™d experience before in other places that I were sure were definitely haunted
I didnâ€™t know until after weâ€™d been on the tour and Iâ€™d read some reviews on trip advisor that this room is where most people report having experienced paranormal phenomenon during tours of the house
I didnâ€™t feel at all at ease, the atmosphere in the room felt dark and oppressive and immediately I had the sensation that we were not alone
wasnâ€™t at all at ease with being in there and felt the whole time we were in that room that we were being watched.Â It was a horrible feeling, a feeling that there was most definitely something else in that room other than the just the people on the tour
Only one couple actually sat in the seats at the table even though I was longing to be able to sit down, I donâ€™t think anyone else felt brave enough to do so.Â The remaining four of us just stood leaning with our backs against the wall around the edge of the room
After a few more minutes the lights dimmed even further and the audio commenced which took much longer to start that it had done in any of the pre-ceding rooms
For whatever reason I found myself not really hearing the story as such, my attention was focused entirely on the room itself, it felt strange, cold, dark, and extremely eerie
Then something happened which I will never forget for the rest of my life
As the audio clip ended and the room fell silent againâ€¦ all of a sudden out of the blue this picture fell off the wall opposite me and came crashing down onto the edge of the table, giving every single one of us a near fucking heart attack.
I kid you not the instant the photograph hit the tableâ€¦ I jumped and let out a scream, causing the floodgates to open, and within seconds the entire contents of my bladder came flooding through the gusset of my knickers
Oh My Fucking God no I yelpedâ€¦. As I stood there absolutely frozen to the spot with one had jammed into my crotch.Â The insides of both thighs were soaked and I could feel that warm pee seeping through the fabric of my jeans and running down the backs of my legs
Whatâ€™s up? Asked Ryan hurrying over and grabbing my hand as the lights slowly came back up in the roomâ€¦â€œAre you okâ€¦it was just a picture that fell off the wallâ€
I kid you not by now I was shaking like a leaf
â€œYou ok babes?â€ repeated Ryan
No asshole I roared at himâ€¦I think Iâ€™ve just fucking wet myselfâ€ I screamed â€¦
â€œYouâ€™ve what?â€ he said looking at me in disbelief before staring at my crotch and collapsing in a heap on one the chairs in absolutely hystericsâ€¦.
â€œOh my God you have as wellâ€¦.youâ€™ve actually peed your pants, he said pointing to the large wet patch that had spread right across the arse of my jeans.
Ha-Ha this is so funny, Oh My God my sides are hurting as he continued laughing
â€œFuck off Ryanâ€Â I shouted at him feeling myself about to burst into tears any secondâ€¦â€¦â€Its all your frigging faultâ€¦.I didnâ€™t want to come to this silly fucking house in the first placeâ€
I angrily pushed him to the floor and ran out the door and down the stairs cursing like a trooper. Â Everyone in the shop below including the other people on the tour with us must have thought world war three had broken out as I hurriedly made my way outside into the busy street.
My knickers were completely drenched as were my jeans and it would have been blatantly obvious to anyone looking at me that I had completely pissed myself
I walked along the street in a daze with him chasing after me before bursting into tears and finally diving into some pubs toilets to try and get cleaned upÂ Â I must have been in there for about 15 minutes trying to dry off before a female member of the bar staff came in to see if I was ok
Was I Ok?
I was utterly mortifiedâ€¦..never in my life had I ever wet myself not even as a little kid
It was the most humiliating day of my life and something I would never ever want to have happen ever again.Â Nowadays its something we can both laugh about and heâ€™ll occasionally tease me about it when he thinks he can get away with it without being slapped.
My advice to youâ€¦â€¦if you do ever find yourself at a loose end in York and feel the urge to visit No.35 Stonegate then by all means do soâ€¦.Its not your run of the mill tourist attraction and is certainly a bit different to most.
But at least make sure you go to the loo before going in.