I was born in England on the 17th January, 1976, at 4am. My parents were my now late Dad, French-born Francois, who was a Policeman and retired decorated Captain of the French Air Force and a good pilot. And my wonderful Mum American-born Annalissa, who had trained as a hairdresser and worked then as that and a photographer for a local newspaper. I have 2 older brothers, 1 younger, and a younger set of twin sisters who are identical (read my profile for more).
I was born in London and we moved to a nearly 120 year old home near King's Lynn when I was nearly 2 mths old. It was a beautiful old house with a massive back yard and a chicken shed. (We kept chickens for eggs). We soon acquired a dog, a Collie x Labrador called Lassie who was amazingly sweet and gentle, she loved us kids, and two cats: Mizz who was a female Tortie and Flax who was a male Ginger. Both whom put up with us kids quite well considering there were so many of us always wanting to play with them. I miss them all so much now.
The house was on a quiet lane that ended in a farmer's paddocks. There was plenty of other kids to play with and lots of space to run around and play games. It was kid heaven.
It wasn't until we had lived there for nearly 2 mths when my parents realised they and us three kids at the time were not alone in the house. And the first time they noticed anything was when a ghost saved my life.
My mother had put me down for a morning nap about 10am and had gone across the hall from my bedroom I had to myself, being the only girl, (my two brothers shared a room) to go and have a shower. This is what she told me later on as I was too young then to remember what happened. And the story is used with her permission.
My mother was in the shower washing her hair, etc with the bathroom door open just a crack so she could hear me if I cried out or whatever. She was just about finished when she heard what sounded like doors up and down the hall slamming open and shut then open and shut again. Then a voice, she said, sounded like a older woman say to her, "Check on the baby, please. Go now!" She got startled as she was not only the only person at home at the time (my brothers were at our neighbours playing) and dad was at work 5 miles away... And there was no old lady in the house that day who was living anyway.
Scared something bad had happened, with the doors slamming and the voice (my mum has had ghost experiences all her life too being half Sioux, she is spiritually sensitive as all her family are), she ran out in the hall to see all the room doors wide open when she had left all but my room door shut tight when she went to the shower. My door was creaking back and forth a bit on its hinges by itself. And she knew something was trying to tell her something was wrong.
As she was running across the hall and into my room to my cot, she heard the voice again say, "Check the baby, quick now." She ran across to my cot and looked down.
To her horror I had somehow got my head caught between the mattress and the solid side of the cot. If she had waited even a few seconds longer, I would have suffocated as my nose and mouth were pressed hard up against the side of the cot and I couldn't breath. After screaming, she grabbed me and moving the mattress up and sideways a bit managed to get me out.
She called dad at work and he rushed home. They took me to the hospital nearby and after being checked over by two childhood doctors, I spent the night in hospital and came home with a clean bill of health the next morning.
My mother told me and still believes to this day that a spirit in the house saved my life by warning her that I was trapped as there was no way I could have freed myself. Needless to say I was ok and the cot was quickly replaced. I never had another problem like that again.
As I got older though my mother told me about other ghosts around that house. Some I remember. Some I don't. I was 4 years old when we moved to France (more stories on those homes to come). Here are some of the ghosts we encountered in that King's Lynn House:
* A little boy dressed in clothes from about 1890, playing with a small ball in the backyard. My brothers swear he would always try to play with them when they'd be out there. Never said anything but looked really sad all the time, and was often seen with tears on his eyes and on his cheeks.
* A black and white cat we named Punk cause of the spikey hair on top of its head. You would see it looking like it was sleeping and curled up. Sometimes in the middle of the kitchen floor. Sometimes in the middle of the TV room floor which was right next to the kitchen. It would never be doing anything but sleeping curled up.
* A lady who would walk up to our door from the front gate and disappear just before she got to the door. Could be the woman who warned my mum. We would see her make her trip appearing at the gate from nowhere and then disappearing about 3 steps from the door just as suddenly. Dressed from about 1920. Never said a word to any of us. It would go on for about two hours with a 4-5 minute break between appearances. She would freak out friends and visitors and once my visiting paternal grandma.
* A spirit unseen who would, at all hours, switch on and off the TV room and kitchen lights one after the other. This would be followed by footsteps up the hall to what was then my parents' room. Then nothing else until the lights started again. It would happen 2-3 times a night. Always the same way. No visuals only sound. The footsteps I remembered sounded like a very tired person trying to get to bed.
Thank you for reading. I hope you enjoyed this. I have many more stories to come and I will try to write more for you soon. Enjoy.
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For example when I link other experiences to people on YGS it's always done by memory. Like the other day Hawkseye's Grandmother's moving picture reminded me of another person's moving picture. To find that link I know searching the likes of 'haunted picture' would be too general. Needs to be more specific, so instead I typed 'white glove picnic table fist'. Which had nothing to do with the topic, but I associated these details emotionally with the same memory, and up it came as the only search result (that's what I like lol)
I believe my recall of unrelated details in a narrative (useful for tracking it down) is connected by an emotional association (like a bookmark). I guess it's a bit like self hypnosis in a way. It's exactly the same process for ferreting out phonies.😉
Sometimes I get a 'psychic' intuitive vision with a submission but mostly I rely on memory association. I use the same process for pretty much everything. 😊