So this is my first posting on here and I hope to hear some feedback on what may have happened here, if anyone could give some form of enlightenment on these events, be it whether you have experienced something similar or you have an idea of what may have triggered this... Or if you've been to the area I am about to discuss and have an idea about the history of the place even better. Either way I look forward to hearing from you all.
A lot of this story is based up on what I have been told by my parents as I was far too young to understand and appreciate the scenarios which were taking place around me at the time. To get the basics out the way, when I was around 3 years old my parents and I moved to a beautiful scenic area known as the Lake District. We lived initially in a caravan in a place called Falbarrow Park which was on the edge of Lake Windermere (I hope I am correct in the spelling of the place). When finances got a little better my parents later moved in to an old manor house called the Lodge which had been separated in to two separate houses. After moving in the The Lodge our experiences began, at least mine did.
According to my mum, the first thing which caught my eye at the time was the "man at the top of the stairs". I might emphasize that no one could see this man and I seemed unperturbed by him initially. As we lived there over a period of time though things got a bit out of hand with this man at the top of the stairs. Of a bed time apparently I had to be physically dragged kicking and screaming as I could not bear being left alone at night in my room; in one particular case my dad would sit on the top of the stairs repeatedly saying "Becky, it's all right, I'm here, it's ok" only to have "ooohh dear" repeated at him over and over as I sat up in my bed. After a few months of this I had to be put on mild sedatives to get to sleep of a night time as things just did not seem to improve.
Now it happened one morning, my mum was up and about downstairs and she saw the figure of a man move in to the hallway from the living room and walk towards the door. Immediately thinking it was my dad she wished him a good day at work and turned around. It was about five minutes later she realized that this could not be dad as he wasn't due back from work (him being a park warden at the time) for another hour or so and that she and I were the only ones in the house. (While this is the last major happening of the man at the top of the stairs from what I can gather this continued well up until we left the house).
The next few scenarios mostly focus on my parents.
My mum and dad liked to go out to the local pub of an evening and would get my grandad to babysit in order for them to have a little respite. Now according to both of them, as it happened to them both but on separate occasions, while having a wash and shave my dad looked up in to the bathroom mirror to see two hands, (rather than seeing their palms he was seeing the knuckle side of the hands) waving to him in the mirror, he could not see his own reflection. I am not sure of his reaction or how he dealt with this all I know is that he is altogether not too fond of the memory. Like I said it also happened to mum I believe several times while she had her morning wash she would see the same hands waving slowly at her. The way these hands waved, I'll do my best to describe it... It was not a "hello" friends wave. The best way I can explain is if you mimic waving as if to say "STOP!" or "NO!" but more fluid and less violent but only with the knuckle side of your hands facing you, this was what my parents would be seeing.
As mentioned above, my dad used to be a park warden; basically spending the night and early hours walking around the park to ward off any vandals or drunken youths intent of upsetting some of the features. During his time in this line of work my dad said he had the usual house alarms tripping and going off, running to assist in such events only to find nothing had gone and the house was fine (nothing major in that story). Yet one time something happened which shook my dad up a bit.
Toward the end of his shift he would always stand on a hidden jetty which was really tucked out the way between a few hedgerows and trees and from there he could look out across the lake and see the lights from the near by town and as he said it was his "switch off point". Well this place, as dad had come to get used to, was always surrounded with what he described as whispers. The hedges would always sway and shimmer even if there wasn't a single breeze, he'd shine his light (I might emphasize the torch he used on the job was one of the more powerfully bright things, which is needed to be in order to spot any yobs acting up in the shadows at night); well when he started standing on this spot he always shone this torch out and he could see for a fair distance and there was never anyone there so he got used to it after a while.
One time he was stood there, the whisperings picked up and everything start blowing about as though there was a heavy breeze (which there wasn't apparently) and dad felt a hard shove in his back which nearly sent him into the lake itself. Now my dad said he spun round in order to grab who ever had pushed him and "teach him a lesson" one could say... But there was not a single person to be seen. Even with the light shining brightly across the park, there was no one in sight and the whispers had died down and the 'breeze' too; I know my dad has never known what to make of this and nor do I really.
This is the last experience I will write about on this posting as looking up there's about 5000 words in this and I am worrying I am boring you to tears with so much writing.
This last event happened to my mum and she has spent years accepting it was something supernatural, then changing her mind to it being a bad nightmare or a case of hypnagogia. Yet I choose to believe it to be of an intimidating scenario from what she has told me.
One night my mum had a dream (I know I should not post about dreams on this forum but it links up with ghosts at the end so please bear with me). In this dream she was dressed in Victorian petticoats and running down a hill terrified because she felt she was being chased, although she never saw her pursuer. While running she ran into a graveyard and fell in to a dug out grave. Whatever had been chasing her was now on top of her pushing her head deep in to the ground yet tilting her head up in order for her to read what was written on the epitaph. Bit of a nasty dream I thought until mum told me that while the thing had been pushing her head in to the ground, she was actually wide awake in bed with this "thing" pushing her head violently in to the pillow. She was screaming for my dad to help her but because she was so scared mum said no sound was coming from her mouth. And then, as quickly as it came, it went. How she managed to doze off to sleep afterwards I don't know but she did and the next morning she told our neighbor about it.
Our neighbor, Helen, laughed with mum and they put it down to eating too much cheese before bed or drinking something a bit off at the pub and mum put it to the back of her mind. Two weeks after though, Helen came racing round with the local paper and told mum to read the first major story which was something along the lines of "Exorcism at the Old England Hotel a Success" apparently guests and staff who had been staying at this place had undergone the same if not similar traumatic experiences my mother had gone through; so much so the management had called in a priest to conduct an exorcism.
Now I do not know much about the practice of exorcisms, I simply assumed once banished a spirit/ghost would go "to the light" or somewhere else; I didn't think they would move on to other places and attack other people, but from what my mum has told me and from what I've put together in my own mind, I find too many similarities for it to be a coincidence. I don't know, maybe it was just a bad dream but it is something my mum's never forgotten, and it does worry her a lot.
Well that's the end of this essay of a post and I hope it reads well and there are not too many grammatical errors. I am sorry it is long but I can assure you all that all this is true in accordance to what I have been told by my parents, there has been no altering and exaggeration of events. If anyone can shed any light on what happened to us on either all or some of the occasions I would love to hear from you. Even if it is just general feedback I'm happy to hear it.
Thank you for your time and patience, I'll post again soon.