Ian Curtis ghost story

Ian Curtis would be a horrifying fucking ghost to be haunted by.

Imagine living on 77 Barton Street Macclesfield and you're sleeping in your nice big bed. Suddenly you're awoken by the sound of shoes clicking in the kitchen in a frantic pattern. CLICK CLICK SKIDD CLICK CLICK SKIDD. You walk to the kitchen and to your surprise... Nothing. You go back to sleep for the night.

The next day after work you return home and find yourself extremely hungry. You walk to the kitchen and boil up some tea and get some food. While you're waiting for the tea to be finished, you hear a voice shout "AND WE COULD DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANCE" in the living room. You sprint immediately towards the living room and once again see... Nothing.

You've had enough of whatever is going on. You're horrified and shaken up. You run upstairs to your bedroom and curl up in your sheets. Suddenly... You hear it. CLICK CLICK SKIDD CLICK CLICK SKIDD. It started getting even closer. CLICK CLICK SKIDD CLICK CLICK SKIDD. Finally, it's right behind the bedroom door. CLICK CLICK SKIDD CLICK CLICK SKIDD. You brace yourself for what is about to happen. Then it does. You see the door swing wide open to reveal a man wearing a button up shirt, suit pants, dress shoes, with short brown hair and dark sad eyes. He stares at you for a few seconds and then walks over towards the radio you have set on your dresser. He clicks it on and starts dancing in the most frantic way you've ever seen. You are scared shitless and have your fight or flight response kick in, so you choose flight. You never return to 77 Barton Street Macclesfield ever again.