That's what my mum calls my house... Spooksville or Spooks Central. I can't call it home. Home is somewhere where you feel safe and secure. I don't. I feel scared, and refuse point-blank to be in there for any long lengths of time by myself. So now I have told you about how I feel I guess the next stage is the facts.
I have lived in my house 3 years this Christmas. Almost from the word go, 'things' just didn't seem right. Bangs, creaks all explained by an old house getting used to us settling in.
One night my then 14 year old daughter came screaming into our room, "There is a man in my bedroom and I don't like the way he is looking at me!" I sent my husband in and, of course, nothing was there. She ended up in with us for three days before she finally plucked the courage to go back in there.
It settled for a few months. The next time it happened she flew in, shaking like a leaf and crying her heart out. This time he stood in front of her, moved her hair and whispered in her ear. She couldn't understand what he was saying as she said it was all crackle like an untuned radio.
He has been constant in the last three years to the point we call him Mr. Pedo as my daughter thought it was odd that he kept following her about all the time. Soooo, Mr. Pedo is a regular in our house. He stands and the bottom of my daughter's bed. He is man, tall brownish hair and a hat. That's all she can really see. She doesn't like looking at him, not because he frightens her as he doesn't... It's just not normal.
I have had a medium in and she walked around the house, telling us things that we knew and hadn't told her, as I suppose I needed to have some kind of validation that she wasn't a hoax and perhaps validation as well that it wasn't my imagination. It isn't an easy thing to accept as people look at you like you are mad when you say anything.
This medium recons it's my dad's twin brother. My parents got divorced when I was a baby and this just doesn't feel right. She told me it wasn't for me to question the identity, just to know it was him. Either way I told her I don't want him in my house... Apparently I have 'lots' (ghosts, that is) all drawn to my daughter as she can see them, feel them and hear them. She also told me my daughter wasn't telling me everything and she needs to... So I told my daughter what was said and I asked her what was going on. She admitted that 'they' have always been there, she has always been able to see them but they were always in her side vision, never in front of her talking.
My brave girl is now 16 and stays at home by herself, sometimes she can deal with it other days, like today, she has come to work with me. The medium suggested that she stand up to them when she doesn't want them in her room, so at times she will say to Mr. P., "Leave my room" and he does! He walks straight out! He has said to her, "'We' are not here to hurt you." One time whilst in the house by herself she walked into a man standing in my dining room... She screamed grabbed the dog who was jumping and barking and locked herself in the bedroom whilst calling me, asking me to get home. Home I came. Odd thing was that the dog was nervous about that room all of a sudden...
Those are her experiences that I know of... She's a deep quiet sort with a very placid nature, I'm hot headed and panic. She wouldn't tell me half the stuff. She has admitted that she's seen more and doesn't want to talk about it. I believe she has a gift, it's her choice to acknowledge or reject. I can only support her choices with love and guidance.
I took her to a spiritualist church. I saw her gift, as the medium was talking, she looked at me and said, "Why's that man standing?" I said, "What man?" She said, "That man behind that woman. No, he isn't standing. He's hovering." The Medium turned to this woman several minutes later telling her she has a man hovering beside her. The exact same thing I already knew. That was my validation in her gift and everything that happened.
I have had my hair stroked in the middle of the day (whilst stripping wallpaper). I froze in case it was my imagination and it carried on doing it. I called my mum crying, my face blown at (at 37 I know the difference between breezes, no one patronize me please as it has taken me courage and soul searching to come to the conclusion I have ghosts). And more recently I walked into my bedroom were a solid black mass uncurled and pointed at me. I pointed straight back and screeched, "No, no, no!" and ran from the room.
And the bath incident...bright, sunny bathroom... In the bath filled with bubbles and a shadow comes across the window in the shape of a head. A light bulb silhouette in the shape of a head... I screeched for the kids. We moved everything in that bathroom to see what was causing it. They even went outside and nothing... It had gone within minutes of me getting out of the bath.
My mum moved in for a few months during the summer whilst she was in the mist of moving and she saw him a few times. We don't know if it was Mr. Pedo or 'one' of the others. She has seen him several times.
She has walked into him when she was going upstairs and he was walking out of my daughter's room and going to the bathroom. A few weeks ago she saw him in the hallway when she popped over to see us (she has now moved out). And during the summer when she came back from work she was always the first in. She used to hear talking upstairs and she would walk in all bright and bubbly, "Anyone homeeeee?" and she would go straight in the garden and wait for someone else to come in.
My aunt came to stay and ended up phoning my uncle after her first night to come and get her as she swore never to come to my house again. Nothing happened, just the normal sort of thing for our house... What got her was, she was in my bed with me. My daughter had a blow up bed in with us so she could gossip with us, my son in his room and my husband refused to sleep in our daughter's room as her hamster is a noisy git on his wheel so he slept on the sofa... During the night, my aunt went to the toilet, walked past my daughter's room, did her business, came back and said to me my husband is sound asleep in my daughters bed, he could have least closed the door... It wasn't him, he was on the sofa. I tried rationalizing it, as sometimes, not everything can be put down to a 'spooky.' She wasn't having it after fairly pointing out I didn't see what she saw and there wasn't a plausible explanation.
My friend came to my house during the day to wait for a repairman as neither me or my husband could get the time off. She was freaked as she kept hearing drawers (that swooshing sound) opening and close and walking up and down upstairs and she knew she was the only one in the house. The moment the repairman left so did she!
I called my local church once, not because it's scary (well actually I find it scary because I do not understand it) but mainly because it isn't normal. They said they couldn't help me... Lost faith in seeking help. Where do you go to get to the bottom of things? I got a smudge stick off of ebay and smudged the house... Can't say the feelings have changed there...
The interesting thing is no males have seen felt or had any experiences in the house. It's only the females. My husband thinks I'm nuts and rolls his eyes in complete disbelief. My son, who is only 8, isn't scared at all and hasn't seen or felt anything scary.
Sometimes I wake desperate for the toilet and I know I am not alone. It's an indescribable sensation, the hairs on my nape prick up, the atmosphere is suddenly thick and I know. I have woken my husband up to go the toilet with me, he hasn't best been thrilled...
But that should tell you something. I believe. Truly believe. And part gives me assurance that there is more to life than what we know. I would love to know what you think of my experiences. Those who come out doubting what I say, that's OK. I know. I know what I have seen and experienced. Stay blessed xxx