I'm new to this site and thought dealing with the fact that my 9 year old daughter see's a lot of 'things' was the only problem on my mind. Until now...
My names Rob I'm from Manchester in the UK, I'm 27 years old and up until now my life has been 'ghost free'. My daughter, Millie, see's a lot of stuff, she doesn't open up much to me about it but when she does I have a tendency to dismiss it. This is why I can't believe I'm resorting to this site for advice, 'cause up until last year you wouldn't have caught me dead on here? This is how desperate I am.
Eight months ago I had an operation on both my legs because the doctors found that my muscles were in constant spasm and couldn't relax properly. I was gutted because I like to do a bit of Boxing and go to the gym but was told I had to rest up and use my crutches for at least eight weeks. During that time and being off work I flew off to the USA for 3 months with my kids and girlfriend. Boston, NYC, Vegas it was one hell of a trip and one hell of a wedge of cash spent.
I'd been back around a month and my legs had healed fine. The operation came in two parts so I was due another operation on them in the next 2 weeks, during the build up me and my girlfriend split up and she moved out of our three bedroom home we had shared for seven years and into an apartment about 5 minutes down the road. The kids went with her, except one. She wanted to stay with her daddy which I was really happy about. We spent alternate days with the kids whom I love as I can't see enough of them, they're my world.
The morning of my operation arrived, the kids were with their mum and I was starving from lack of food after being told I wasn't allowed to eat before the operation. Everything felt fine as I was led down to theatre later that afternoon and given the anesthetic to put me to sleep, ever since then my life has changed completely.
I woke up flat on my back on the hospital ward staring up at the ceiling. It was dark and everywhere was deadly quiet. I sat the top half of my body up slightly, still feeling drowsy, and saw my legs were all bandaged up. The curtains around my bed were closed except a small gap straight ahead about 5 inches wide allowing me to see across the ward to the opposite bed which was unoccupied. The corridor lights were on outside the room and I could make out a shadowy blob of some sort hiding under the bed opposite. I was interrupted by the sound of footsteps from what I thought was a nurse making her way down the corridor; they got louder and louder then entered the room. I couldn't see her as the curtains were drawn and she wasn't visible through the gap. As the footsteps got louder I could tell she was coming to check on me, just then one side of the curtain was ripped open very quickly and I expected her to walk in but no one was there. The footsteps had stopped and there was no nurse. I sat further up feeling confused and tried to peer further round the now open curtain but nothing, I faked a cough to make sure I wasn't just imagine things in hopes that she'd hear it and peer her head round the corner but no one did. I lay back down feeling slightly freaked out and adjusted my head on the pillow to get comfy; as I did I caught a glimpse of the bed opposite. It caught my eye as there was a black figure crouching on the bed staring at me. The figure was human shaped but very skinny looking and had dark red eyes. I immediately froze in fear and stared at the figure staring at me, it never once moved and neither did I. I suddenly felt a huge amount of pressure on my legs as though someone was sitting on them, turning my attention to my legs I bolted up in the bed and felt the pressure lift. I was sweating violently. I looked back up at the opposite bed and the figure was gone. My legs felt like they were on fire. I sat up in the bed for around another 10 minutes before I heard more foot steps but this time a nurse came in smiling at me as though everything was normal. She gave me a dose of painkillers and insisted I got more sleep, I didn't tell her what I had seen. Instead I just waited for her to leave then followed her instructions.
That morning I woke up feeling fine, I told myself it must have been 'because I was still coming round from the anesthetic and I was just seeing things in my head. But the kids came to visit me that afternoon with my mum, Millie sat on a chair at the end of my bed looking very pale and being very quiet however the other 2 were fine. Normally Millie is forever hugging and kissing me and wanting to play but she sat and stared at her shoes the whole time then mithered my mum if they could go home 'cause she 'didn't like it in the room'. I asked her what was wrong but she just shrugged her shoulders and told me she doesn't like hospitals, which is reasonable, Millie spent most of 2008 having treatment for Leukemia. So I left it at that and didn't ask any more questions.
I stayed in hospital for a further 2 more nights without any strange things happening so I was positive the experience I'd had the other night was down to the anesthetic causing me to hallucinate. I was glad when they said I could go home.
During my first day back was hard work, I wasn't supposed to walk or use my legs much and if I needed to then I was to use the crutches they had given me. I thought it would be easy but every time I got up to do something my legs would become very painful. One of my brothers stayed over that night and we sat downstairs for most of it and had a few drinks and smokes, I was allowed to drink on the medication I was taking as long as I didn't over do it. My daughter was in bed upstairs asleep it was around 10:30pm. I'd got up to go for a cig outside with my brother and was stood at the front door, the stairs in my house are slightly to the right of the front door so you can see the top landing and the top half of the stairs. I had turned to make sure the dogs weren't about to escape out of the front door when I casually glanced to the top of the stairs and saw a pair of legs dangling from the ceiling at the top, as though someone was hung there, the rest of their body was out of view 'cause of the ceiling in the downstairs hallway. The legs were swinging from side to side, they were child's legs. I could see they had long white socks pulled up to the knees as though it was a child in a school uniform. Reality kicked in as I realized it was my daughter's legs; she was hanging from the ceiling! I quickly stumbled to the foot of the stairs panicking, leaving my brother stood outside looking confused. He quickly followed worried something was wrong and when I looked to the top of the stairs there was nothing there. I was sweating badly and my heart was pounding against my chest, he kept asking me what was wrong and I couldn't catch my breath to tell him so I started to point to the top of the stairs like an insane person and eventually spluttered out my daughters name. Noticing something wasn't right he gave me a funny look and told me he'd go and check on her. I made my way to the front door and sat on the door step feeling sick and physically shaking. He came back down and told me she was sleeping in bed and asked if I felt ok. All I could do was nod at him.
The first 3 weeks were the worst, I continued to see and hear things around the house. It became worse at night and I started to wake up around 3am to loud screeching noises as though someone was scraping their finger nails down a black board. As soon as I woke up the noise would stop and there was a few times I saw something or someone stood at the end of my bed. I got up a few times to turn the light on to see there was nothing there but the room had rapidly increased in temperature even though it was autumn/winter and the heat would make me feel faint near enough to passing out. One night I was violently sick after witnessing the figure stood at the end of my bed again. I saw many things after my operation and it became a habit at night waking up at 3am. I am still constantly seeing random figures around my house and a lot of unexpected guests keep turning up when ever they please.
I confided in a female family friend after 3 weeks of misery and told her everything, she explained about the so called witching hour at 3am, and thinks it's not my medication making me crazy but that I am being haunted by a 'demonic presence' which appears to have attached itself to me during my operation when I was under anesthetic and vulnerable. She didn't seem to hesitate when telling me this 'because she said she knew that's what it was and that she could feel it around me. She kept track on my own behaviour for 2 weeks noticing I was becoming ill and exhausted.
A week after telling her things got worse, she had sent me a text one night to see how I was, I replied with an update of what had happened in the past 24 hours and sent it to her phone, she received the text almost straight away to find that all the text had been replaced with a full page of jumbled up letters as though I'd let me fingers type any old rubbish, she also began to feel as though she was being physically pushed back out of the front door when she tried to enter my house. It became clear this 'entity' did not like her.
One night while my daughter was staying out at a friend's I heard banging coming from upstairs, I got up to find all of her DVD's had been thrown off her shelf in her room out on to the landing. That was the first time anything had been physically moved since the incident in the hospital with the curtain.
I started to spend a lot of time out of the house and in the pub with my mates, but knowing nothing of what was happening, they began to comment on how ill I was looking recently. I told them I'd just felt funny since my operation and left it at that. I didn't want anyone to know what was going on. But there was one person I couldn't hide it from Millie my 9 year old daughter. She came up to me while I was sat like a zombie at the kitchen table thinking about the past month in my head, she stood in front of me and wrapped her arms around me, I cuddled her back. Although she didn't say anything I know she was telling me that everything was ok. As soon as she let go she skipped off outside to go and play and I felt a strong positive energy building up inside of me. I suddenly felt hungry and the urge to eat was too hard to fight. I felt like this the whole weekend Millie was there and I didn't even wake up in the early hours to the loud noises or figures. After she went home on the Sunday I became anxious and I could feel my body slowly deflating itself of all its energy and I was wide awake at 3am Monday morning. I lay there for an hour daring myself to not open my eyes, I told myself it was all in my head and eventually went back to sleep.
The helpful family friend suggested I stay positive and to not respond to anything I may see or hear around me. But it was hard to just ignore it. She gave me the number for a bloke who operates a type of 'Ghost Hunting/UFO Business' I laughed when she told me as the idea of anyone who would think about doing that type of work must be crazier than I was! He had a website that she gave me the address to so I could read up on what he was about. Turns out he has worked with many cases such as mine and has helped to get rid of many spirits in the area. I am still unsure whether to contact him but he is probably my only hope now. I'd just feel daft calling someone and telling them my story; I thought Ghostbusters was just a film.
I have just recently started to sleep walk, 2 nights ago I woke up standing in front of the front door holding a screw driver in my hand. I have never slept walked in my life. Maybe I'm just tripping who knows but I've been off the medication for a month now and things are still bad. I've tried taking pictures but have no evidence as of yet the only thing I have is a voice recording I did on my phone while I was recording my African Grey Parrot talking to himself, I can hear whispers on it as though someone is talking to me. I blue toothed it to my computer so I had a better chance of hearing things but cannot make out what is being said.
I've noticed that when Millie's around things seem to die down, it's as though whatever is around me feels threatened by her. She won't tell me much about her experiences because in the past when I didn't believe in all this I used to tell her it was all in her head. I've not told many people about what is going on 'because I don't want people to think I'm going insane.
I hope some of you have a few answers as to what I am experiencing and I want to say thanks in advanced for your help.