I have been reading the stories on this site for a while
now, so thought it would be cool to add my own.
The following account is about a couple of hauntings that
have happened to me and my family, in one of my past houses.
When I was around toddler age we all lived in a house in
the Lake District, The house, from the pictures we have, is
an old Victorian house that was attached to our next door
neighbors home.
When we first moved in my mom and dad noticed that the
building was definitely quite old, with a damp smell, it
was large and upon entering to your left there was the
living room and if you carried on walking there would be
the kitchen. Behind the front door were the stairs that
lead to the bathroom, and bedrooms.
On the first evening, mom took me to bed, and I stopped on
the first few stairs whimpering, 'look at the old man' mom
needless to say was puzzled, as she could not see any old
man at all, and put it down to my imagination.
This old man thing soon became a problem, as I used to go
hysterical while being taken to bed.
Both my parents had to drag me by the arms up the stairs,
screaming my head off, going purple in the face complaining
about this man.
In the end mom finally saw this man and mistook it for being
dad going to work. She wished him a good day then went into
the kitchen. She then stopped and puzzled this over as
dad was still upstairs in the bed, and the man whom she had
seen had walked through the door without opening it.
The main event that sticks out in my mind that I have been
told, is of my moms nightmare that she had had.
My mom had decided to have an early night, she lay down and
soon she was fast asleep.
She then began to have this dream, she was dressed in old
Victorian clothing, petticoats, long flowing gowns etc. and
was running down this hill towards a graveyard.
She had the feeling she was being chased, by something.
She ran into this graveyard and stumbled into an open hole
in the ground.
By this time in bed, mom was slowly beginning to wake up
from this odd dream.
The thing that had been chasing her caught up and began to
push her head into the ground, however in the bed mom felt
an invisible force pushing her head into the pillow, this
was continuous and so she started screaming, though because
she was so scared her screams were mere whispers. As soon
as she was about to give up struggling the thing stopped,
and mom managed to have a very restless sleep after.
In the morning she told our next door neighbor, baring in
mind mom had been in the pub the night before and so that
dream could have been the consequence.
Our next door neighbor laughed reassuring mom that you could
never trust that pubs' beer. However this realy didn't help
matters as I was on medication to get up the stairs and
sleep, mom began to think this was what had started it all
off.
A couple of weeks later the next door neighbor came running
round to our house waving the local newspaper.
It turned out that a maid that had been working in a hotel
that was near too the setting in moms dream, had been
working the late shift when something had begun to push her
head forcefully to the ground.
An exorcism had taken place and the spirit must have found
my mom first.
Thank you for taking the time to read this as I have been
meaning to write all this down for ages.:)
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