On Hallows Eve Eve, I decided to share with you some of my personal spooky experiences. I am believer of the supernatural or after life if you will. This is because I have seen things that can’t be explained. This is my reality and I understand why those who have not experienced this find it hard or impossible to believe. That is their reality.
I’d always a quiet and introspective child. Probably the first thing I remember is telling my mum I saw something walking down the stairs when I was alone in one of the houses we lived in. She said it was my imagination but I wonder if she was just making me feel better. I’ll admit I was brought up on a diet of ghost stories from both my mum and my nana. Their home in Ireland was haunted, and my mum had heard things herself that were unexplained. My nana told me stories of fairies, ghost mice and devil women. She also told of her brother and herself, when they lived in York finding the apparition of a coffin at the end of the bed and following it as it moved down the stairs to disappear at the door. Skeptics might say I was already susceptible to explaining things in a supernatural way, believers may say I was open minded.
My first real experience was when I was about 12 or 13 years old. I had just moved to a new house and started secondary school nearby. Now at the time any strange things that happened were dismissed by my parents. I was a sensitive child and had just experienced a lot of upheaval. It was later once we’d moved away, they admitted the house was haunted and the experiences they’d had themselves. We hadn’t even moved in yet when it started. We’d just arrived. My dad was getting the heating set up and it was an old oil fired system with a great big tanker for the oil outside. The house itself was over 200 years old and consisted of two cottages that had been converted into one home. There was the “old” side and a newer expansion. It was right next to a church and our garden and home overlooked the cemetery. So, dad was fixing the heating and all of a sudden he said, “Get in the car”. Later, we were told that something had gone wrong and we were minutes away from a possible explosion of the tanker. Luckily, that didn’t happen but dad later told us that he had been warned something was wrong. It was a still day and all of a sudden the front started slamming on it’s own. This door wasn’t a light door. It was solid wood. My mum saw it happen as well. The first night in I already felt something was wrong. I’d decided on a bedroom on the old side of the house. It was beautiful, old wood and old fashioned windows, beams…the kind of room I’d dream of. The first night in I couldn’t sleep. Not tossing and turning but a feeling of dread. I paced up and down, crying. I ended up moving into the new part of the house. Nobody ended up sleeping in that room. When nana stayed over she slept in my room. My sister was playing in that room and somehow became locked in the built in wardrobe. The latch was on the outside and it was pretty impossible to pull shut enough to close it from the inside. I promise it wasn’t me 😉 She was also locked inside the garage. Both times nobody could explain it. We had a hamster that lived in the garage because the bedroom freaked it out. We found it one day, standing upright, frozen stiff, it’s eyes open and mouth open as if in fright. I suffered from insomnia in the house which I’d never suffered from before or since. There was one incident when me and my friend were alone in the house and we heard banging from upstairs. Every single door was slamming at the same time, needless to say we spent the rest of our lunch outside. The man who’d sold us the house had told my dad that it was haunted. His son wouldn’t sleep in the old part of the house either. Also one night, they heard someone knocking on the wall and a dark hooded shadow passed through the wall. When I went to the local library to research this. I didn’t find anything obvious about the haunting but what I did find was a drawing of the house and in the drawing there was a door where the dark shadow had passed through. The night we moved out was one of the best nights sleep I had, had ever!
Other ghostly things that have happened to me: I saw my dad after he’d died. He was stood across the road where he used to queue for his methadone. Mum saw him too. However, neither of us knew he was already dead. His body was found a couple of days later.
I saw my great granddad stood in the doorway of my aunts kitchen. I didn’t know who he was. It was figure out of the corner of my eye, with a red cardigan and a pipe. When I told my aunt, she told me who it was and that she often could smell his pipe smoke in the house.
In the library where I work we often find books piled in the middle of floor when nobody has been in. The cleaner used to comment on us not tidying the toys in the evening in the children’s library. When I knew I had. A little girl at an activity pointed out the little boy without his parents, but there was nobody there. Alarmed doors are opened, when there’s nobody there. We call him Fred.
My stepdads family have a ghost who appears in their family home when something bad is going to happen. When my stepdad lost his eye, this dark figure of a woman appeared at the end of my nana’s bed and pointed to the eye he was going to lose.
The house my mum lived in previously had the ghost of a lady. I didn’t see her but I felt something stroking my face one night. We’d lived there for years, maybe the smell of perfume would appear but nothing else. Then my sister saw somebody at the end of her bed. She assumed at the time it was our other sister but it wasn’t. After that the apparition became clearer and both my mum and my youngest saw her. She would stand by the side or at the end of the bed, making actions like she washing her face but when she turned to face you, she had no face.
This year things have been disappearing and moving around the house. It could be we’re all distracted and loopy. However, the other evening I heard a woman’s voice saying “Oo Oo Oo” like something exciting had happened. I thought it was my friend who was in the kitchen until she came in and said “Are you getting excited, Eva?”. We both thought it was one another and my husband heard nothing. I had Reiki that day and felt cold hands on my feet. I was so convinced it was the lady doing my treatment until I cracked an eye open and realized she was at my head!
So that’s all for now. I hope you’ve enjoyed reading this. Please feel free to share your own experiences. I would to love to read them.