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I had always been interested in the paranormal
and unexplained ever since, that is, when I
lived in Germany.
My Dad was in the army at the time, so he was
always away on duty. My mum was a full time mum;
she looked after me very well until I was in
school at the age of 5 and then she went to work
again. Thatís when it all started.
We had recently been posted to our new apartment
in the British military married quarters, we had
moved into the first floor, which had a balcony
and patio with a huge field out in the back. It
was perfect, I was happy with the room I was
given (since I was only five I was happy with
After 1 month we had all settled in well.
My Dad was called up to go to Bosnia for a year,
so we were all preparing for my Dad to leave
home. I remember him packing his bags and saying
goodbye, my Mum crying and him hugging me, and
that was it, he was gone, we had been left alone
in an unknown apartment.
All I knew was that Dad was coming home in
another 6 weeks, I couldn't wait until he was
back, but it was a long way to go.
One night when I was half asleep in my bed, I was
just about to nod off when something hit me hard
in the face. I jumped out of bed frightened at
the thought that SOMETHING had hit me; I looked
up and saw my clown doll hanging on the ceiling
spinning around. I was freaked out at the thought
that the clown had done it. I knew nothing about
ghosts at the time, so I suspected the clown doll.
Six weeks had passed and nothing that I knew had
been unusual. My Dad had arrived back home for
two weeks and I was so happy that he had arrived.
That is until something else happened.
sitting on his lap watching Rugby on the TV. I
had a cold glass of orange juice on the table in
front of me, and I remember my Mum sleeping on
the right hand-side of me on the couch. I sat
there looking bored and then something caught my
eye. My glass of orange juice was moving on it's
own! It was moving as though an invisible hand
was sliding it across for it to drink, I drew a
deep breath and grabbed the cup to stop it. I
took my hand off and the cup just sat there. My
Dad on the other hand was too occupied to notice
anything. I stared at the cup thinking it would
just fly off, and once again it started sliding
on its own. I just watched this time and as soon
as the cup got to the edge it stopped. I wasnít
scared, just curious at the fact that it was
I don't remember anything else in particular, so
when we had moved out and left to go back to
England, I asked my Mum about the apartment and
what went on.
She told me that I used to speak to an "Old
Lady". She said that one day, her friend came
around to have a chat and a cup of tea, and she
went to sit next to me and I said, "Don't sit
there!" And my Mums friend asked me "Well why
not?" And I said "Don't sit there because the old
lady is sitting there" and I pointed to where she
was supposed to be sitting.
My Mums friend wasn't really freaked out because
she had a son who was claiming that a "Blue man"
sat in the corner of his room every night. She
told my mum that her son was too afraid to sleep
in his room because of the "Blue man". She also
said that that room is always freezing even in
the heat wave that happened that year.
She also claimed that her plug sockets and
drawers were being mysteriously pulled out and
thrown everywhere when she was out.
So one day she had asked my Mum to house sit or
shall I say "Apartment sit", because she was
going to go away for a week to visit her family.
My mum happily agreed and was responsible for the
apartment. She told me that she only ever checked
it twice, nothing out of the ordinary happened.
But when her friend came back she was shocked to
discover all of the kitchen utilities thrown
about, all her drawers and plug sockets pulled
out and black footprints on the ceiling. It was
as if a child or a very angry ghost had done it.
She told me other occurrences happened, such as
people claiming to see an old lady walking the
hallways at night, and my Mum catching me talking
to "someone" on occasion. I wasn't like a normal
child talking to myself; it was as though I was
having a whole conversation with another person.
She had listened intently to me, and she was very
interested in what I was saying. I on the other
hand don't remember a thing. It's almost like my
sub-conscious mind had mentally blocked it out.
So a couple of years later my Mum had decided to
research the history of the military married
quarters. After a lot of studying and researching
she found some interesting information.
discovered that before the apartments where
built, a farmhouse had resided on that land. An
old couple lived in that house, an old lady and
an old man. The house was built in 1873 and it
was unfortunately taken over by the Nazi
occupation in 1944. The old couple were shot and
the house was demolished. When the war was over
the British had decided to build an army base and
let the soldierís families move with them in the
married quarters. And after all those years, the
couple still want to live.
Well that is my story, thank you for reading.
Submitted From: Janelle Harvey, Leicester, UK