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I have had a few experiences as I am sure a lot of people have, one that I am still curious about happened when I was about 20, there were other witnesses and I am sure there is a reasonable explanation, here it is:
I was at Uni in Hertfordshire and had arranged a lift home with a girl (lets call her Louise) from our course . We were also dropping off someone else from the course in Cornwall (a huge detour as we were going back to Manchester, but anyway it was a good excuse to sightsee). The guy (lets call him Mark) on the course lived on a large farm on the border of Cornwall and Devon. The river Tamar (which forms the border) ran close to their farm near a wooded valley and an Iron Age Hillfort. After a couple of beers in Launceston we went back to the farm and, as we were staying overnight, grabbed a torch and Mark gave us a midnight tour of the land around the farm.
We went to see a huge Fir tree that grew in the valley, and I left them and went to the top the hill fort (it wasn’t a particularly big one) and was looking about in the ditch of the earthwork when I heard what I would describe as the sound of a drum: a dull sound like an animal skin drum rather than a modern snare (I had friends that played the Boran so had an idea what that sound would make.) I thought this was a bit odd but it didn’t spook me out as I thought there was probably an explanation. This ’drum’ sounded again and I went down to join my friends who were now walking up the hill. They had heard it too and Mark had never heard anything similar while growing up at the farm, and could not offer any explanation. They were a bit spooked ,especially the Louise who had not had any dutch courage at the pub as she was driving. We were halfway down when it sounded again a bit closer, and then again. Finally it sounded again more intense as a definite drum beat coming up the hill through the darkness heading for our location getting louder and louder.
I was up for seeing what it was but my companion’s ar**s were knitting socks, and had started to break into a run in the other direction. Panic is infectious and I soon joined them in a mad dash back to the farm house. The next day my friend’s father had no explanation either even though he had lived on the farm for many years. I wondered if there was some animal that could have made a similar sound but was quite familiar with most British animals as were my colleagues. I suppose it could have been some idiots with animal skin drums, maybe dressed as Orcs for added effect :-) I am sure there is a logical explanation but I am still stumped.
A funny thing happened as we approached the farmhouse: we disturbed a roust of birds in a tree who all took flight at once and scared the living S***e out of everybody .
About 12 months ago the back of my workshop flooded with water during a heavy downpour and it kept raining for several days. The telephone had fallen off the hook as it is vertically mounted on the wall at eye level. I placed it back on its hook and mopped up the mess and dried it out and plugged a hole where I thought the water had come in. This particular area is where I have my office desk and computer in my upholstery workshop. That afternoon I went to use the house phone but found it to be dead so I checked all other phones to see if any were left open or off their hooks (or mounts) The house phones were all ok so I went to check the workshop (20metres from the house) Sure enough it was off the hook and the floor was wet again. Cleaned up the water put the phone back on its hook only to find it would happen again. This time I traced the flooding to a telephone junction box mounted about 1 foot off the floor on a stud and the telephone is mounted about 5 feet from the floor(about eye level). The water was weeping from the back of the junction box and running down the stud. What was happening was the plastic 1 inch piping was filling up with water and finding its way to the junction box. The question remains why did the phone fall off the hook 3 times each time the flooding occured. It has never done that and hasn't since. When I couldn't find the leak it was as if something was trying to communicate to me and tell me it was the phone line piping. I fixed the problem by drilling a hole in the pipe outside the wall.
I have my own answers to all this but they are too complex to put into words. My story would be a little bit like the movie called Dragonfly with Kevin Costner. Doesn't matter how intelligent you are once you start to explain things of an unknown nature people start to assume you are nuts or you have flipped your lid. I believe there are parallels that we don't fully understand yet but as we evolve we will begin to understand a lot more. Just look how far we have come with technology yet the human brain is only working at a fraction of what it can do. I will leave you with this closing line. I don't believe we walk this planet alone and we only see dimly as like looking into a mirror. Closed minded people don't want to see any further. I am very open minded and would love to know what it's all about and how the chemistry works but then it wouldn't work would it I suppose. Check out this page and read it carefully. http://www.thegreatillusion.com/
I've never experienced anything ghostly myself, but I do remember my sister aged about 10(I was about 5) waking up one night out of the blue, screaming. Nightmares weren't common in our house and anyway this was a full on cold scream which bought basically everyone in the house running. Anyway, she was fine asides from being incredibly distressed, crying and hysterical, repeating, "Roly died". For clarification, Roly was our pony; a chestnut gelding with a white nose and much beloved. My sister would honestly have lived in his stable had she been allowed, she adored him that much. Anyway, my mother eventually calmed her down and convinced her it was just a dream and the incident wasn't mentioned again. My sister would never talk about it, so I don't know what the dream was in detail, and anyway i was too young to think to ask.
The horrible part cropped up a couple of weeks later at a scheduled Pony club meet. My sister was supposed to be in a class with two girls she knew, only one didn't turn up. Not being a close freind of ours, my mother had to ask why they weren't there. It transpired that the girl had not too long ago (i'm not sure of the exact time scale) been involved in an accident where a landrover had sped around a corner on a lane and collided with her on her horse. Her chestnut gelding with a white nose. The girl suffered a badly broken leg, and i think the driver died on impact. The horse had to be put down.
So that's about it. Not a ghost, but... a premonition?
(Roly, for the record, lived to a ripe old age)
As I was born in south Cumbria, I've known about Muncaster Castle for a long time since I have been past it in the car multiple times on day trips to the lakes. About three years ago, I visited Muncaster Castle and did the tour with the handset devices. Upon entering the Tapestry Room, I felt very uneasy, despite there being quite a number of other people in the room. I listened to the information on the handset and left the room pretty sharpish! Before then, I didn't know Muncaster Castle was supposed to be haunted.
7 years ago I started University which meant moving house and town (from Northampton to Salford, Greater Manchester). Almost as soon as we moved in odd things started happening. I was studying Graphic Design which involved me being very creative and open minded.
I've never experienced things that can't be explained until moving here. I've always been open-minded when it came to things like this but had never had any first hand experiences. People said to me maybe I was imagining things but I know that's SO not true. I was wide awake when many of these things happened. They were VERY real. I wasn't ill or anything when I heard and felt the things I'm about to write about and many other people, visitors and housemates, heard things too. Yet, still, when I mention them I am usually laughed at or given odd looks.
The main thing that would happen would be that I'd wake up in the middle of the night to the sound of someone walking up and down the stairs and outside my bedroom. The stairs here go up through the middle of our house so there could be no confusion with people walking up the stairs next door. The stairs are sandwiched between my bedroom and the back bedroom. Each time the noises would carry on as I listened and I would be wide awake, listening, convinced someone had broken in. I could never go back to sleep with the possibility that someone was trying to burgle the house so I would equip myself with a knife and a pillow (to protect myself if they had a knife!) Each time there would be no one there.
I experienced this many times and so did my 2 housemates but to a lesser extent. There was a period of about 2 weeks where this would be a nightly occurence.
Now, the most compelling example of hearing someone walking the stairs was this. 3 of us live here and this one night 2 of us, me being one of them, wasn't here. This left one person in the house. He went out on this night and bumped into a mate who ended up coming back to our house and sleeping on my housemates floor. This person was completely unaware of anything that had gone on before in the house. At about 7am he woke my housemate to tell him that one of 'his housemates' had come back and he could hear someone walking around outside the door and up and down the stairs, we weren't. There was no one else in the house. His mate had spent ONE night here and had heard what we all had been hearing! My housemate then said something along the lines of "Oh we hear it all the time, there's never anyone there, we think it could be a ghost!". His mate left pretty quickly and never came back.
These occurences carried on and climaxed when the following happened to me one night. I had heard the usual walking around outside, I was wide awake and I needed the loo before I could even try going back to sleep. I had to go and check to see if anyone was there in order to get to the bathroom without being attacked! (Despite there never being anyone there it always sounded SO real that I would think "Oh this time someone HAS broken in!") I checked, no one there, went bathroom and then settled down to try and get back to sleep. I'd been lying there for about 5 minutes when all of a sudden I could hear what sounded like 3 little girls "la-la-la-ing" a tune. There were no words, just la's. They repeated this little tune for 3 lines. After this I could hear 3 separate taps. It was like each of the little girls had a key and were repeatedly tapping on a wall. Now, the scariest thing about this wasn't the fact that I was hearing little girls singing in my room. The scariest thing about this was that where my ears were telling me these sounds were coming from, there was nothing there for the sound to emanate from. I was looking from where the sound was coming from yet all that was there was air. It was in the middle of my room.
People have said to me "Maybe they were outside". 3 little girls singing in the street at 3-4 am? I doubt that. Besides I know what noises from outside sound like. These weren't from outside. My ears would make it obvious if these noises where from outside. I have my radio on as I type this and if I shut my eyes it is OBVIOUS whereabouts in the room the sound is coming from. Try shutting your eyes and have someone clap in the room. It's easy to pin-point where abouts they are.
It was freaky as hell and I was literally frozen in terror throughout this occurence. For the duration I couldn't move and I don't even remember breathing. I WAS wide awake and for 15 minutes after I layed there trying to make some sense of what had just happened. I couldn't.
Other things to have happened include:
A friend was staying and woke up to feel someones hand over his mouth and whispering in his ear. No one there. This was just after we moved in and was one of the first things to happen. Luckily this has only happened once!
A friend had come over for the weekend and after arriving had a nap in my room after his long train journey. I was at the top of the stairs with a book in my hand called 'Life After Death'. My friend had had his nap and came out the door and asked me what the book was. I showed him and he said "So has that got anything to do with the baby I heard crying in your room?" I said "What?" and he explained he had heard a baby crying in my room and it hadn't sounded like it was coming from next door or anywhere else other than in my room. Again, he had no knowledge of anything that had gone on before here.
I was laying on the sofa in the front room alone in the house and felt a very distinct tap on the top of my head. I lay there for a while and could feel my displaced hair moving back and could still feel where I had been tapped for about 5 minutes after.
This is quite odd but has been heard by lots of people. In the night or early morning you can hear someone typing on my computer keyboard. Many times I've assumed someone has got up early and is bored and has gone onto the net for something to do. No one ever has. It's very prolonged and clear and just sounds like someone is using the computer. It's not even ON!!
The last thing we experienced was a revolting smell at the top of the stairs. It smelt awful, like when a bag of potatoes go off and they start to liquify in the bag. A horrible rotting smell. This smell moved. It was always somewhere at the top of the stairs but if you moved a step to the right or left of the smell you wouldn't be able to smell it. Sometimes it would be near the bathroom, sometimes just inside someones bedroom doorway. It was SO strong as to make you feel ill. We looked everywhere for a source but to no avail. We sniffed the carpets. We shampooed the carpets. Nothing. It still came back. We looked in the attic to see if a bird or something had got in and had died. Nothing. The smell would come and go at random. It would disappear in seconds then a few days later would be back. Again, step either side and it would be undetectable.
Then it all stopped when I got ill. After my course at Univeristy finished I really suddenly started to experience devastating panic attacks. 24 hours a day! These developed in the space of about 2 days, from being completely normal to me being a complete nervous wreck. I had to admit myself to Accident & Emergency at one point to find out what was happening to me and it turned in to severe depression. It was at this point almost everything that had been happening stopped. Could this be linked? When I got ill I was almost a vegetable for at least 6 months. I couldn't do anything and was in a constant state of dread. Could it be maybe that my mind closed up thus not allowing whatever was in house to use my energy to manifest in it's various ways? It's always puzzled me as to why the odd things stopped when I got ill. Can spirits be active for a period then go into 'hibernation'? I'm not saying any spirits caused my illness but am just wondering if the fact that I was ill stopped them from making themselves known.
When I got better and got back to work, that's when I started to experience stuff EVERYWHERE. Now I have a grip on it all and most of it isn't scary. More to come...
I'm still not sure to this day what my experience was or could be classed as. I was walking home from work one evening, it must have been in the winter as I remember that it was after dark. I was just about 6 doors away from my home when i felt, what can only be discribed as a black entity come right up behind me. I felt that it grew and was about to come down and encase me in it. I spun round thinking maybe I was about to be attacked or something but there was nothing there and the feeling immediately disappeared. I hurried home fairly quickly after that I can tell you. I have never encountered that sensation ever again but I sometimes wonder what would have happened if I hadn't turned around!
I've had a fair few but not as many as some.
Being a career occultist would rather naturally draw one to experience things, of course, but you actually get a lot less psychic phenomena and spirits appearing to human sight than you might expect, in practice.
To go right back and start where it started, my bedroom where I grew up was haunted.
I'd often get the bed kicked at night, and once something just put it into my head that a string on my guitar, right across the room and untouched, would break, just before it loudly did.
There were a few other things, hag/succubus attacks, strongly felt malevolent prescences, etc.
By my early twenties I'd leaned a lot of Craft, though, and then I was able to exorcise the house. Nothing has happened there since, my family are still there but they no longer suffer from the spirit activity anymore.
I could go on with more things since but I'm just rushing through now, I'll come back again sometime.
I've had that many experiences over the years I think that I'd need to write an actual bok to tell you about them all. My first ever experience was when I was about four and I've found that as I've got older, I'm now 32, I still experience things and even have experienced new things and in a way feel that I have grown into this.
I have seen things, heard things, felt things, dreamt of dead people and dreamt of things that then happened. I am also very, very good at knowing things, ie I meet someone for the first time ever but I know straight away what type of person they are or I will avoid doing something as I know something is going to happen. Basically I just go with my instincts.
I think that I'm just very tuned into my feelings, my mind, my surroundings and have a connection to the 'other world' or the supernatural (call it whatever you want.)
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