Originally Posted by
Alex_UK
When I was a kid, my Mum and Dad ran a restaurant in Norwich in an old medieval crypt. There were all sorts of strange goings on - the hoover would start with no one being near it. The "dumb waiter" would go up or down and no one was touching it. Plates smashed with no explanation. One evening all the candles blew out - not all at the same time, one by one.
Years later my Dad was researching our family tree. We had moved to Norwich from Northampton - Dad's family had been in the shoe trade, and it appears originally they were from Norwich. Further research revealed that the family owned a tannery in Norwich. One of our ancestors died a horrible death after being murdered and dumped in one of the tanning vats. And where was this tannery? Yes, you guessed it - it turned out it was in the crypt, where centuries later, they opened the restaurant...