It's time for me to tell you all about my experiences. First I'll tell you a little about me. I am what I call an open-minded sceptic by nature and that is how I approach all accounts of potentially paranormal events, including my own.
As I do not believe that it is possible to confirm with certainty that any given event is paranormal (as per the conventional usage of the term), I assess my experiences based on probability. I have had three experiences that I class as being of very high probability of being paranormal events. I have had a few others that I class as medium probability, but I don't see much point going into those here. Therefore, I will only address the three very high probability events at this point.
As further background, one of my grandmothers was a very respected medium both in the UK and later in New Zealand after migrating here in or around the 70's. She died when I was young so unfortunately I haven't been able to discuss such matters with her. I understand my father had some level of ability as he conducted successful experiments in his youth. He also died when I was young so I was never able to discuss these with him. In a nutshell, the family does have psychic history which I believe is relevant here.
This took place when I was round about four or five years old. Over a period of possibly months or possibly weeks (long time ago) I was confronted by an apparition on a number of occasions. This always took place in my bedroom and usually happened at night. The apparition was female and blue.
As memory is reconstructive, I have difficulty determining how accurate my recollections of what she looked like are. But my impressions are that she was an older person and was lighter in colour in the face and centre and darker blue around the outside. Might have been light blue clothing with a darker blue coat or some other form of apparel over the top. The face is indistinct in my memory, but again it was a long time ago. I would refer to her as "the blue lady" when communicating to my parents what transpired.
Sometimes she was static and would just stand there. Other times she would slowly move towards me. I do not recall if it was a walking type movement or a gliding.
The appearance of the apparition was usually preceded by a feeling which I find very difficult to describe. Its like a heavy, thick feeling where it kind of feels like something is wrong, like someone is there... Sort of. I'm not describing the feeling very well, so I will simply call it "the feeling". It's the sort of feeling I always imagine plagued our ancient ancestors as they sat huddled in caves hoping nothing with big teeth or claws happened along.
Every time I saw her I would run screaming to my parents room. Luckily for me, given the family history and awareness of these things, my parents believed me. After events continued, my parents decided to call in my grandmother. She turned up with some other individuals whom I understand were also well respected mediums at the time and they got down to business. I gather this involved "sitting in circle" and trying to communicate to the entity that I was a child and that it was frightening me, asking it to move on.
There were no more blue lady visits. Importantly, I was completely unaware of the intervention. I was asleep upstairs. I didn't know why the blue lady had stopped coming (but I was glad that she had). It wasn't until some years later that my mother explained the procedure that had taken place. I think this is important as it mitigates the placebo effect likelihood of the intervention.
This took place about 16 months ago. I was visiting my mother. She was going on holiday and asked me if I wanted to stay at her place for a while whilst she was away (it's nice to get out of the city sometimes). I had a lot to get done in the city so I said I would stay but probably only for a couple of days.
Things started getting strange a day or two after mum left. Initially it was the feeling (as described above). This was almost always accompanied by massive temperature drops. It was the height of summer and it was a hot summer, so it was quite significant that I was going from sweltering to literal goosebumps in the span of a second or two.
This happened a number of times. I kept telling myself it was my imagination. Then one day I was in the bath and I heard the cupboards in the kitchen repeatedly slamming like someone was pulling them all open and banging them shut.
My first thought was that there was a human intruder. So I slipped out of the bath and quietly put my shorts on (I've never liked the idea of going into battle naked). Some quite heavy footsteps started advancing up the hall. They were heavy but slow and deliberate. They seemed almost over emphasised.
I waited until they were about a meter from the bathroom door and then I leapt out, hoping to take the intruder by surprise. But there was no one there. Then I cottoned on to the fact the intruder may well be non-corporeal. My first action was to make certain there was no human present. So I performed a very rapid room to room clearance of the house. After this was completed I carried out a slower, more thorough search. Still nothing. So I went outside and checked the surrounds and back garden for sign. Nothing.
I should point out that my mothers house is pretty secure. The locks are such that they can only be locked or unlocked with the key (no snib type arrangements). The windows all only open 2-3 inches. All doors were locked when I cleared the premises and I had the keys. Essentially I believe the possibility of someone having been inside then rapidly fled and somehow relocked the doors to have been eliminated.
I was pretty freaked out. I had been planning on going home the next morning, but I resolved to stay an extra couple of days as a result of this incident. Why? Because I refuse to be chased off. Young me adopted the latter component of the fight or flight response. Adult me does not.
The "feeling" and the temperature drops continued over the next couple of days, but there was only one more occurrence more extreme- a second footstep incident. On this occasion I was watching TV in the lounge. I heard the same slow, heavy deliberate footsteps coming down the hallway. I stacked myself up (yes, a one man stack is possible, kind of) next to the opening where the hall meets the lounge and swung round into the hall. Again nothing.
So I repeated the drill: Fast room to room clearance, slow thorough search, search of surrounds. Nothing.
At the time I speculated that the entity may have resided in my mother's house but come to see me as an intruder as I was occupying the premises in her absence. I inferred this partly because the footsteps seemed deliberately emphasised- figured it was trying to scare me (it succeeded) into leaving (it failed on that outcome).
Anyway, I left in my own good time a few days later.
I informed my mother of the events upon her return. She advised me that she had never had any experiences in that house. She found a medium who had an okay reputation (I gather there are very few good ones in NZ these days, when the old guard died out there doesn't seem to be any good trainers left). Anyway, the medium informed her that it was nothing to do with the house. She asserted that I was psychically sensitive and that a spirit had "latched on to me" as a result. Given the family history, this seems plausible. Whatever it was, it didn't seem to stay latched after I had returned home anyway.
This was very recent. I had been reading on the subject lately and was seriously considering posting my first two experiences on this site. I suspect that recalling these events to mind so much lately may have in some reinvigorated something and maybe triggered the third set of occurrences? Not sure, just the timing seems like a heck of a coincidence if it is not linked.
I started getting the feeling again and some temperature drops (but nowhere near as pronounced as in the second experience above). I decided that I was imagining it as I had been focused on the recollections of my earlier experiences of late.
But then one night shortly after getting into bed, I heard a voice. It said my first name once, loudly and clearly. It was to my right and sounded like it was close (within a few feet). The light was still on. I turned. Nothing there.
The next morning I awoke to the feeling of something tugging on my leg. It was a series of hard, sharp tugs. I grabbed the mattress in case I was pulled off the bed and shouted "Go Away!" in my head several times. It desisted. I was really unsettled after that. Slept with my light on the next night. The feeling remained but there were no more direct experiences.
I tried out a technique that Tweed on this site recommended. I was a bit sceptical as it sounded a bit hippy-dippy to be honest. But I gave it a whirl and things seem to have abated. I'm still doing it a couple of times a day as a precautionary measure. Although things have settled down, I am still pretty unnerved by them (getting rotten nightmares nightly now, waking up with my heart pounding at a crazy rate, takes a while to settle down).
I cannot be sure if my recent ponderings of these matters did or did not act as a trigger, but I'm typing this at an internet cafe as I won't do it at home. Don't want to attract anything if I can help it.
I think it is highly likely that I do have a psychic sensitivity. Which is a shame because I really really don't want it. Although I find the paranormal a fascinating area, I don't want to have these experiences as I find them extremely frightening. To draw an analogy: I find sharks fascinating, but I really don't want to get in the water with one.
I can assure you all that I do not frighten easily, except where experiences like these occur. They scare the crikeys out of me. Does anyone know if it is possible to permanently prevent this kind of thing? To use another analogy, is a psychic neutering possible?
I know this has been a bit long, so many thanks to those who have read it all the way through.