This is my first time telling this story to anyone except
close friends and family.
My father was in the military and we were living in a small town in France. I was 12
years old at the time of these happenings. We had moved into a large two story house which had been built on the
site of a castle, which most of was gone at this time.
Part of the castle was still there and two elderly ladies
lived in this part. At the back of where they lived was a
part of the dungeon of the old castle. We were told
prisoners of war were kept there during WWI and WWII.
I
have a younger brother and an older sister who witnessed
some of the strange occurrences also.
The house had a
basement which none of our family would go into, not even
our dog. When we first moved into the house we explored
and the first thing my mother said was the basement felt
evil and she did not want any of us in it. It had a dark,
almost demonic feel to it and she did not have to tell us
more than once to stay out of it.
The first strange thing
that happened was my father woke up one night to see a man
standing at the foot of his bed. The man was dark and he
did not move, just stood there and looked at my father. My
father said he was not really frightened, but he did not
want to get up either. Maybe a week later my mother woke
up screaming that there was a cat on her face. My father
looked over in time to see a dark shape go out the closed
window, which was probably four feet off of the floor. My
mother said she felt the fur of the cat as it brushed her
face.
The house had an attic in it, on one side it was
open and my mother used this for hanging clothes to dry.
Up above the closed in side was a small window, maybe one
foot square. You could never be in the room without
feeling as if something was watching. My entire family
felt this.
One night I was upstairs, all of us children
slept upstairs. My sister and I in one large room and my
brother across the hall in a smaller room. Anyway, I was
upstairs and all the lights went out. I was standing at
the top of the stairs and I would feel something, or
someone was up there with me. Then I heard footsteps
coming from the attic room toward me. My mother, who
started up the stairs, said: "Do not walk, you will fall
down the stairs." I screamed back that I wasn't walking.
My mother became frantic and the lights came back on just
as the footsteps were right beside me. My mother said she
thought she saw something standing beside me just as the
lights came on.
One night my sister and I had just gone to bed when we saw
a light start at the door, which was closed, then travel
around the room about three feet off of the floor. It
went all around the walls of the room and back out the
door. The room had two windows in it, but we always closed
the wooden shutters at night. The light was yellowish,
white and about six inches around. We screamed for our
father who rushed up the stairs and then went outside to
see if anyone was outside. But there was no way a light
could have come in from outside.
Our bedroom was on the second floor with the shutters closed. I would have
thought it was an over active imagination, but my sister
saw it too. I am very imaginative, but my sister is very
grounded in reality. Often at night we would hear singing
and the song was always the same, "Ava Maria".
We moved
out of the house soon after this and have lived many other
places, but nothing like this has ever happened again.
That was over 35 years ago and I can still feel like it
all happened yesterday.
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