I've always had things happen to me or around me that I can never explain, but when I moved into a four bedroom house, life took a turn in a direction I dare not imagine. I had two sons and was pregnant with my daughter. My eldest son used to (so we thought) talk to himself, I put it down to him having an imaginary friend, I later found out I was wrong. Small things like doors shutting with no breeze, the remote moving on its own and other little things you try and put to the back of your mind kept happening, we learnt to live with it.
Well, I moved again quite quickly because my landlord lost the house, we were going through quite a bad spell and managed to find somewhere. One night my son came up to me and said "alfred is waving mom please wave at him". I looked out the window but couldn't see anyone, this happened for a few weeks, him talking about alfred, and to him, I was starting to become worried.
That night I went to bed I couldn't sleep, I tried everything I just could sleep. The room went weirdly cold, I tried cuddling my partner but I couldn't move an inch, I felt hand pressure pinning me down, I tried shouting but nothing came out, I was petrified this lasted about five minutes but god it seemed like a life time.
The same thing happened again another two times, each time me waking to find bruises where it looked like I'd been grabbed and held. No one could really explain it, everyone kept saying I was imagining it or dreaming it, I wasn't. I had someone come into my home as I couldn't bare to be in there alone anymore, even with people there I was so scared. They told me there was an old man sitting in my chair with a beard going by the name of alfred, and that he had come from the house I was in previously. Apparently he was here not to harm me, but to protect me, to watch over my family through our time of need, and it was my son who he could communicate with, but because I was trying to ignore the situation, this is why he did what he did to me, to make me open my eyes to another life, life after death.
It didn't really stop there though because every now and again, I'd get a reminder like a voice through my partner, and tap across the face, the room going pitch black when the sun is shining through it. I started to accept the fact that this is going to stay with me whether I liked it or not, and still to this day I get happenings going on, no matter where I live its something or other, my partner still to this day won't accept that these things happen to all walks of life, but still he hasn't come up with a better explanation.
My son has grown out of talking to people he can't see. Alfred left us alone once our life was back on track, and now next week I'm getting my house blessed as I have just moved in, a fresh start all round I think.
Saying that I'm not sure I will ever get a peaceful life... I wanted to share this part of my life with you in case your going through the same thing, try to stay calm and accept always what's going on, that I have learned not to be ignorant to. In a way it's comforting to know there's life after death...