NIGHT TERRORS
(Kayleigh)
Ever since I was young, I have always had strange things happen to me. I lived in a small house just on the outskirts of London with my mum and two sisters. Because of my dad leaving when we were young, we were always a very close knit family and always had some kind of psychic link. The house that we lived in was very disturbed and was always really creepy. We had always had weird experiences, such as cupboards flying open and seeing people. Things didn't start to get bad until I was about seven years old. When I was seven, I started losing sleep and constantly having really terrible nightmares. I would always wake up and see distorted faces in my room or in other rooms. I found out that I had a sleeping disorder called Night Terrors. I was banned from watching TV for months. I had to take a really strong medication which made sure that when I slept I didn't dream. I was just kind of dead and wasn't allowed to even see my friends. They became even scarier when this happened, but faded and I had forgotten about anything that had ever happened until now. I'm now 17 and I live in a different house about 20 mins walk from the last house. This house is a million times better. It's not as if I'm a depressed person, I have always had a good time. But recently; about 10 months ago, I met my new boyfriend Rob. Everything was going perfectly until I started to stay around his house and my night terrors came back. I did research and found that it is very rare for night terrors to come back and even at this age, it can be more dangerous. It first started out as waking up crying, but not remembering what I had dreamed about. I started sleep walking and laughing in my sleep too. My boyfriend recalls that one night while he was playing on his computer, I had fallen asleep next to him and started to shake. It was almost as if my body was being moved by something else. He started to call my name to see if I was ok. He said that I shot up in front of him with my eyes wide open and started to crawl towards him really quickly with a really distorted laugh. As soon as this happened, I woke up and I had no idea that any of this had happened. After about 2 weeks of having the night terrors, I started to have the same reoccurring dream over and over. My dream was that I was sitting in my room with some kind of ancient knife and was slicing into my arms. I could feel every pain imaginable. When I woke up; the first night after this dream, everything was ok and I just passed it off as a bad dream. But then as the months went on, I began waking up in pain and finding that my left arm was sliced. I don't keep sharp objects next to my bed and haven't really ever been depressed enough to do this sort of thing to myself. The cuts became worse and only showed up on the left side of my arms. My boyfriend looked after me most nights and sometimes he even had to hold me down when I has sleeping. It was clear that I couldn't control myself when I was asleep. I also began to have conversations in my sleep but talked in a strange voice and talked about stuff I don't even understand. I started to talk about a house very close to where my Nan lives and where I could find something. Most of the time I didn't know if I was asleep or awake. I also began to see a little boy about 4 or 5 years old, walking around in the living room. He was a very sweet boy and mainly walked around with Rob's dad. After a short while he would disappear after giving me a wave. This boy did seem very familiar to me, as if he was in my one of my family members. I felt very attached to him as if he was a brother or a son. But as if by magic, everything I was experiencing stopped. I'm afraid it will all begin again, like it did before but I just hope that if it does, it won't be as bad as it was this time around.
HAUNTED HOUSES-LATEST
(T. Stokes)
An ordinary looking modern 3 bed terraced house in a socially deprived area, 397 Wellfield St. Bewsey, England, Is on the market at 11,9950 pounds. The house it typical of the modern small build homes hurriedly put up for the mass influx of foreign incomers to our shores in recent years, and would not really merit a second look, except the house hides a very dark secret.Donella Schofield was strangled here by her boyfriend of 15 years Steve Rankin,in a demonic rage, the boyfriend then committed suicide on December 25th 2005, this is becoming known locally as the "Christmas day murders" There are many cases on record of murder victims leaving a luminous imprint at the murder spot, including one of Jack the Rippers victims Catherine Eddowes, The kitchen where Donella ended her life, also shows a luminous body imprint. This is technically called "penumbra" and is seen by experts as part of the auric signature. Unfortunately the photos we took were not of sufficient standard to show what is sometimes called, the light body in religious literature. These photos when taken alongside advanced electronic voice phenomena, (A.E.V.P) Can give both amazing visual and vocal proof, if taken within approx 4 days of death, before the astral and etheric energies have dispersed, Although sworn to secrecy, we did hold a small prayer and deliverance service for the souls of the tragedy, which I am told was not entirely successful in placating the anger of the sad couple. For many years I would be asked by estate agents or realtors, to discreetly visit homes that would not sell, these are called in the trade "stickers" and spiritually cleanse through, The word "exorcism" is never used.Halifax the estate agents selling the property, have tried to suppress all publicity and are trying to pass this off as an ordinary house to unsuspecting buyers. Properties which have been the focus of major tragedies such as this, are magnets for later unhappiness and broken relationships, and often occupy that category known as "sick building syndrome" The law in Britain is still being broken on a weekly basis by the suppression of information which should be in the public domain on homes such as this, Mis-describing of product is the term used recently in crown court.
THE HAUNTED AIRFIELD
(T. Stokes)
The world war two airfield known as R.A.F. Bircham Newton in rural England, has long been a Mecca for both students of the paranormal, and spiritualist mediums arriving on a mission to help and heal. The part of the airfield where even sceptics hear voices, and old aircraft noises on a regular basis, is actually on what are now the tennis courts, and it is here most paranormal activity occurres. So it was here that we focused our main attentions. Such things as the setting up of machinery and the gadgetry of the paranormal, inevitably attracts attention, and soon we had the obligatory bunch of "Mickey takers", with the usual jokes that was probably older than they were. The words of Horace Walpole came to mind:"The world is a comedy for those that think, and a tragedy for those who feel ". And it was into the world of feelings that we were to trespass. Ghosts fall roughly into two categories, there were those who were just the emotions of long ago impressed into the ether, and like mindless recordings doing the same round time after time, year after year, and those that were alive to their surroundings but trapped in time, and it was these that we wished to communicate with, to see why they would accept no mediums help to pass on to their correct sphere. In order to gain a verifiable record for posterity, we had with us the paraphernalia of the E.V.P. specialist. Plus some M.O.D scanning devices not normally available to investigators, which meant we could snatch whole conversations from the past. Electronic Voice Phenomena, is the means with tape recorders, and some small metallic amplifiers, S.T.R. conductors, kilner jar and sound plates, to regain sounds lost in the past, on a recording.
The government consistently denies using mediums and psychics during world war two, but due to the negligence of Winston Churchill, whole intelligence departments were run by soviet agents and a lot of their material on the contributions made by British psychics has been available from Soviet files, thanks to people like Vasili Mitrikhin, Constantin Volkov, Oleg Bzorski and others. In fact the British agent Peter Wright of " Spy catcher" fame, spoke of the possibilities of E.V.P. reclaiming voices of the dead during the troubles in Cyprus, and experimented from his home in Essex, this man a great British patriot, was cheated out of his pension by the very government he served, while the soviet defector Anatole Vrinisky has described him as an electronics genius and one greatly feared in Moscow. However, we stood about for quite some time on the tennis courts, and the shouts and comments of the dead airmen caught on the wind, both amazed us, and gave explanation of why these men would not go to gods allotted place, until they had their say. One airman acted as spokes man for the others all gave their names and rank, He said there were many airmen gathered here, which really shook me, and I wondered the reasons why this could be so.Steve an old hand in these areas, who held the sound plates began to weep and was shaking visibly. With an emotional voice the airman told us that these bomber crews had been targeting not enemy soldiers but, dormitory towns, where German soldiers wives and children lived, these towns were largely undefended against attack, for surely there would be no need to defend them, and Winston Churchill ordered not the German army, but the families of German soldiers to be mass fire bombed. Again, it was Churchill who refused to allow Germany offers to surrender since 1942, he and "Bomber" Harris wanted only complete destruction, they called this many times, "total war". This airman's spirit then said one cold, lonely and noisy bombing run, he suddenly found himself with other British airmen, in a pushing throng of women and children, making for a large staircase that arose up to quite where he could not see, but saw a mother trying to carry two injured children, and on offering to carry one was shocked to see and smell, the child's burned flesh, it was at this point that he realized that although he spoke no German, he could understand every word spoken, and on turning to his air colleagues, he suddenly knew they were all dead. Gone was any feeling of enemies for all helped each other to reach the stair But almost all the British airmen decided to remain behind. These men are both trapped and guilt ridden, they plead for their voices to be heard, they see themselves as war criminals, they signed up to fight soldiers, not the wives and children of soldiers, and need some degree of closure, their anger after all these years is still palpable. Asked if they wish for help to progress on, almost to a man they do not, one man with a Scots accent, said it is justice for the dead for which they wait. And please to tell their families they were all O. K.
We read together for them the address of Canon Henry Scott -Holland, once dean of St. Paul's: "Death is nothing at all, I have only slipped away into the next room, I am I and you are you. Whatever we were to each other that we are still. Call me by my old familiar name; speak to me in the easy way you always used. Put no difference into your tone; wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow. What is this death but a negligible accident? Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight? I am waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near just around the corner, All is well." Further reading; Falsehoods in wartime by A. Ponsonby From admiral to cabin boy by Barry Domville Was the wartime bombing of civilians, a necessity or a crime ? A.C Grayling Unfortunately the Churchill papers have been so sanitized as to be virtually worthless.
A FRENZY OF ACTIVITY
(Kayleigh)
Recently I've been having quite a few things happen to me that have been really REALLY scary. I have always had things going on around me that can not be explained or that are just that little bit creepy but it seems that due to personal experiences lately it has got that little bit more. You see 5 months ago I found out I was pregnant. the first thing my mum happily said to me was "when your pregnant your most likely to have scary encounters and to sense spirits" in a way she jinxed me on that one and I got more than I bargained for. In my first to second months I went away to a great place called Torquay in Devon which is south of England. After a 8 hour drive (VERY BAD TRAFFIC) from London to Devon I was dead all I wanted to do was sleep but my partner had other plans and we ended up going out till late and then rushing around looking for a place to stay and found a great Bed and Breakfast. The house was beautiful and huge! It was like a little home from home and I couldn't believe our luck when we got two room for the price of one. We ended up getting a family room so there was the main bedroom which we would sleep in and then another room off of that which had another double and a single bed. The owner also said that we would be the first people to stay in this room because he had only just converted that room to a room to rent after having it as a personal space. Obviously not needing the other room we switched off the lights and shut he door. After being asleep for about 3 hours I woke up very suddenly, bolt right up in the bed seeing that the door to the other room was continuously opening and slamming violently along with two cupboards either side of the door. To be honest I didn't click on at first I just woke up my partner and said "shut the door its banging". Its only till his reaction to the chaos I realized what was actually happening. I just froze but somehow he got out of bed and went to the door, before his hand could reach the door handle it shut and the handle turned around to lock the door and everything stopped. I don't know how but I fell back to sleep. Due to morning sickness I didn't eat the breakfast that was served up but he was straight out there in the kitchen eating his. While he was eating I got up to have a wash but as I passed the door to the other room the handle turned and opened, I was straight back under the covers while texting a very frantic message to him in the other room telling him to get straight back I here. I don't know why but we stayed another night but not much happened. We slept with the door open but with a bag in between the door and door frame so it wouldn't bang and with the TV on. I remember waking up to see that the door was closed, thinking he had got up to close it I fell back to sleep. Waking up again I noticed the door was wide open now clearly seeing into the other room, I just got under the covers and fell asleep (I have no idea how I do it!) The next morning we woke up and got ready and left. In the car I asked him why he played with the door all night and he just looked at me and said " well don't know what your talking about I slept like a log and the bag was still in between the door this morning". Got to say it was a great hotel and lovely people but not staying there EVER again, not in that room!
After coming back to London I had my 3 month scan and carried on with my pregnancy. I started to get really bad pains in my side and my back but was advised this is due to stretching and that it was perfectly normal. Due to these pains I didn't sleep much, if it wasn't the back pains it was the sickness if it wasn't the sickness it was the heat! laying in bed not having anything to do but moan silently I could hear banging on the wall right next to my ear. leaning closer to the wall to hear all of a sudden was the biggest crash up against the wall it scared the life out of me.The bang was so big and such an impact on the wall my bed shook, I have never experienced and earthquake but I thought there was one going on in my bed at that seconds it was that huge. I shot up an ran out of my room to check what it was but nothing. On the wall joining that particular wall is only a picture but the picture was fine.There is no explanation for it and the wall is a partition so no pipes or anything going through it to make that noise. My partner sometimes works nights so if I cant wait up or I will go to bed without him. Through that week the sleepless nights didn't get better and when I did finally sleep I would wake up to the feeling of someone getting in bed or sitting on the bed next to me, thinking it would be him I would get up to look only quite hauntingly find my self in an empty dark room.
During four months of pregnancy the pains got worse and I got a fever and was very drained. Most of the time I would sleep. Being alone in the house I would be in and out of sleep not knowing if I was awake or not due to being so drowsy. I would hear people talking either round me or in the other room but being so out of it I didn't react to it or reply I just listened to it. It would sometimes be so quick I couldn't understand a word they would be saying but it was panicked like they didn't have long to talk and had to say it fast, sometimes it would just be crying or really quiet sobbing. The worst is when I was having a dream and then I was woken very abruptly by a deep manly scream/shout right next to my ears. A week later I lost my baby due to my illness and had to have an operation. While in hospital I had to be put under and I was very worried because I have only been put to sleep when I was very young and worried if I was strong enough to pull through. Laying in the bed with the needle in my arm only two nurses were with me but the room felt so crowded as I went under it was as if I had a room full of people crowding around me an looking down on me then within seconds I was asleep. When waking up I could feel someone stroking my hair, I couldn't understand what they were saying but I just felt so calm and relaxed it was hard for me to see and it was so bright I didn't see anything when I finally opened my eyes I was alone, no nurses, no family I was just completely alone.
Its only just gone a month since it happened and I've now moved to my sister's house to stay for a while just to get my self back together and rest. Even after being in a new environment ill still wake up in the early hours hearing either to a baby crying or someone whispering next to me but as soon as I am fully awake to try and listen harder it will just go.
I don't know if everything that did happen to me happened as a sign to tell me what was coming but it all just links together. It all built up more as the months went on. It is almost as if I had someone watching over me while I was sick and after loosing the baby. I feel comfort in the a way that someone was there with me looking over me and the baby and that now maybe they are looking after the baby for me. All of the scary stuff that happened before could have been warning signs or maybe something else I don't really know. Obviously what my mum said is true you can sense things more when your pregnant.
LIVING WITH THE DEAD
(Andy)
All of my dad's side of the family seems to be able to see ghosts so it wasn't a surprise when I said I had seen things.
When I was 2 in 1979 we moved to a house in Dagenham Essex England (if anyone else has lived in this house and can give me any info on their experiences or history please let me know the address is No 88 Rugby Rd) My dad first of all started seeing little men running around the bedroom and smoke on the floor. Then GIANT spiders crawling on the ceiling and walls (he actually used to get up and look for the spiders behind his wardrobe because they always went). In the April of 1982 my dads father (my granddad ) died, the night this happened my dad couldn't sleep he saw a ball of light above the bed perfectly round and glowing blue he got up moved the curtains put his hands round it didn't make it disappear or anything it just sat there in mid air. So he laid down and tried to sleep all of a sudden he started feeling little electric shocks through his body and the at about 2am bam deep sleep . At about 3am my dads elder brother called to say my granddad had died at about 2am of a lot of mini heart attacks and then one big one.....When he died he fell out of bed and put his hand on my nan to wake her, a few nights later my nan was in bed when she saw my granddads hand on her leg gently tapping her she knew it was him saying he was ok and not to worry although she never heard him say it she just knew.
A couple of years later I found out my dad woke up one night to see a little girl standing next to him just staring he elbowed my mum a few times to wake her, I believe his exact words were "Dor (my mum is named Doreen) door look at this, there is a little blonde girl looking at me " as my mum turned to look the girl walked to the end of the bed and just vanished. My mum missed it all but she believed him because she has seen an old woman in Victorian clothes bending over a crib in that room before. Shortly after my nan decided to come for the weekend the day after her first night she informed my dad of a little blonde girl she saw standing in My bedroom doorway looking at her, when asked to describe her she gave the same description as my dad had seen, I have seen her myself once in my bedroom doorway but after that I tended to not look around my room at night.
There just was a strange feeling about that house as I got older I felt it more, things started going missing I wouldn't go up stairs in the dark on my own I had to run down the stairs I couldn't walk or " it " would get me ( I don't what " it " is but it was there ). One Christmas my brother and I received toy light-sabers we were big star wars fans after a couple of weeks mine went missing it was just gone we (my brother and me ) searched everywhere and couldn't find it. One afternoon a couple of months later we forgot about it and we were tidying my room ( I had a big square wooded toy box by my door so it didn't shut it hit the toy box and there was a gap ) All of a sudden my light-saber comes flying through the gap, we looked at each other and both jumped out of the room thinking my dad had done it no sign of him upstairs so I ran down and asked my mum where he was she replied in the toilet with a puzzled look on her face , I told her what had happened and she told me it couldn't have been my dad as he had just gone in to the toilet.
Even now 20 years after we moved from that house I still have nightmares about it I'm sure what ever was there lived in the attic. We moved in 1988 to a different area but again into a haunted house where my parents still live today (brave people).
THE SEARCH FOR PARANORMAL PROOF
(Steve)
In my time as an estate agent (thankful it is over!) a couple of houses stood out as having the above (the uneasy) energy in various locations, or over the entire property.
One property we had on the market was a Regency Mansion, built in 1820 occupying 5 floors. The owner had moved abroad, and the property sat empty for a considerably amount of time. No one wanted to purchase it (probably due to its price tag).
Me and my colleagues looked around the property when it first came onto the market, a splendid piece of history with original fitted mirrors and tables (listed to the building so could never be removed), and a drawing room with its original cloth wall covering. Large stone stair case in the centre of the property, and a small servants spiral case hidden next to it.
When we all looked together I had the same feeling as in my previous experience (the feeling of unease), which seemed to come and find us after some time in the property and continued to follow us around. I took little notice of it, I was with two other guys, one of which did mention it but soon stopped after being laughed at by the other.
A year later, the property is still vacant and still on the market. I decided to go to the property, to check everything was ok with it as no one had been there for a while (out of sheer curiosity, really) and I took with me my camera. It was a nice, sunny day.
I entered the property, climbed over the mountain of mail, and started to look around. I was appreciating the buildings beautiful architecture, so much fitted furniture (including the toilet!) all having been there since the 19th century. After 10 minutes, as I got further into the house, I started feeling something I had completely forgotten about; I felt a presence following me.
I shrugged it off, I wanted to spend as much time here as possible to have the maximum amount of time out of the office, and went further. Snapping some images with my camera for my own enjoyment (it looked like a museum).
The sensation that there was a presence about me grew stronger and stronger as I reached the top of the stair case. I couldn't shrug it off any longer. I felt it was coming from my right, so I pointed my camera and snapped at it. Low and behold I saw a huge orb, followed by two small ones. I snapped again, it was following me. It was coming around the stairs towards me!
I thought 'wow, this is exciting' so continued further into the house, snapping more images. I went to go down the servants spiral stair case, and this was when the feeling grew. The feeling went from 'that's interesting' and slightly uncomfortable to being a heavy, and powerful oppressive sensation. I made my way down the stairs fast. I didn't look over my shoulders, but snapped some images behind me. I was then in the main hall. I could see the front door to the street, the sunlight pouring in. I thought to myself 'stop being paranoid'. I calmed myself down, but was unable to shake the feeling. I had to set the alarm, going back further into the house to do this.
The feeling then swept over me stronger and more oppressive than ever before (anywhere) I panicked, set the alarm and bolted for the front door at speed. Outside I stopped; looked back, gasping for air (not from the sprint as I am a keep fit freak) it was as if the air was pushed from me before I ran.
I locked the door never to return, even the commission I would earn from selling a £2million house wouldn't entice me back.
Here is the interesting point of my experience, the images I shot. My Panasonic Lumix 6mp camera has never shot orbs before (bar one occasion when I had a similar feeling, not as intense, in another property) and I have photographed lots of properties and varying times of the day and conditions. This struck me as odd.
I shot no orbs within the first 10 minutes of being in the property, but then they seemed to appear along with the sensation of a presence.
I reviewed no images in the property (but the one on the stairs mentioned above as the orb was unmistakable on the screen and freakishly where I sensed something to be). There were a few orbs dotted in the basement, appearing to be heading in the same direction together (away from me), and some dotted in other rooms with good lighting just as clearly as the others. No flash was used, even in the basement. They appeared to give off their own light.
The orbs on the stairs were very clear when I zoomed in, the large one must have been 12-15 inches in diameter (football sized), and it had a bright ring with a mottled gray, but still bright centre. It was round, but not perfectly so, and was floating at about chest height on a regular person. The second shot of it showed it apparently follow me up the stairs, as it had moved towards me by a few feet in as many seconds (I hadn't moved) and was still the same height from the stairs, but higher in actuality as it was climbing the stairs towards me.
When I started to panic and click photos over my shoulder I caught lots of orbs (mostly dust particles from my running, there was a clear difference) they appeared to follow me - at speed. I had photos of the same location from when I entered the property with no orbs at all.
AN UNEASINESS
(Steve)
I live in East Sussex, England and I worked as an estate agent (now you're not going to believe anything I say!) for a couple of years.
I have noticed throughout my life, that although infrequently, I do get an uneasy sensation from particular locations for no apparent reason. These seem fixed to certain points and tend to stay more than they do come and go.
This incident occurred upon visiting my girlfriend at university in Cardiff (she was in her second year and was renting a room in a Victorian terraced house).
She shared the house with two other girls. Upon my first visit I looked around the house, on the top floor was the bathroom, and three bedrooms. Two were occupied. One directly at the top of the stairs, behind the bathroom stood vacant. I had an uneasy, edgy feeling as she showed me this empty room. This feeling occurred every time I visited the bathroom, a feeling that I did not want to be there (or proceed further). I dismissed the feeling, but experienced it throughout the whole year I visited her there.
With my girlfriend on the 4th/5th visit, in bed one night I awoke to a cool breeze and creaking floorboards, I felt a presence pass me. A pin then fell from her cork board on the wall (near the presence) more as if it was thrown, as it fell hard scatted at speed across the floor, under the bed, to the other side of the room (15 feet in total). My girlfriend said semi-consciously ''don't worry, its only a ghost, he means no harm'' I questioned her, and she said that she feels a presence come and go through her room from time to time and that it was nothing to worry about. I commented on my uneasy feeling at the top of the stairs, towards the empty room and she seemed shocked, saying that she feels it too and doesn't go there at night even if she really needs the toilet.
The strange thing is that neither of us believed in ghosts/gave them much thought until this incident. I felt calm and at ease in her bedroom, I felt the presence here a few more times in the coming months, this brought with it the feeling of ease and calm. It made me smile for no obvious reason, but I always felt edgy/wary of the back bedroom even when many people were in the house, avoiding it myself at night.
The next year she moved to another house, identical in appearance and layout (these were terraced builds) and in this house she occupied the back bedroom, and it felt neutral. No incidents in this house. I am unable to explain the energies in the previous property.
THE VICTORIAN CHILDREN
AND OLD MAN GEORGE
(Chris)
I have lived in the same house in Nottingham for 19 years now and I have always had some sort of paranormal senses, when I was roughly about 6 years old (I'm now 19 by the way) my mum and dad split up then divorced soon after. I had always heard stories about an elderly gentlemen that died of old age on the sofa in the front from, his wife had passed away around 1967, the gentlemen, named George died in October of 1971, my dad moved in 74 and I was born in 89. Now my dad has 2 other kids from his 1st marriage, who used to come stay every weekend, I have spoken to my older brother and it is only myself and him that have ever had contact with George, neither my sister or my younger brother have seen him, the strange thing is George died on the sofa as I said, but doesn't stray from out landing, he just wanders back and forth between my mums room, and my room. Many skeptics out there probably won't believe me, but he has spoken to myself and my older brother (hence how we know how and when George and his wife died) and is generally friendly, I still see him and talk to him and he tells me not to be afraid which I've never been of the supernatural beings and the strange thing was about 2 years ago now, he told me I would see something I wouldn't expect. True to his word about 4 and a half months after he told me I would see something, I woke in the middle of the night due to a strange feeling I got that someone I didn't know was in the house, it came as a big shock to sit up in bed and discover a little girl in Victorian clothes, sat underneath my window holding her legs and rocking back and forth smiling at the wall opposite, I tried to talk to her but got no response so I reluctantly forced myself back to sleep. The next night I woke again with the same feeling and sat up to not only find the young girl but also a young boy who could have been no older than 6 or 7 also wearing Victorian clothes, I tried to talk to the young boy as I had the young girl and he replied, telling me his name was Jonathan, and that he had lived in Wolverhampton before dying but he didn't know why he had died. Since that sighting I have only seen the children on a few occasions, they seem to feel peaceful and safe in my house or more specifically my bedroom. Who knows why they're here maybe one day I'll find out.
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