Me and my mother had just moved into a
new semi-detached rented house with our dog. It was a good looking house
and for the first three days we were up till early hours organising,
assembling and unpacking. Those first three nights my mother had clothes
hanging over her door, which meant she had been unable to close it when
we both went to sleep, as a younger child I didn’t like closing my door
and always kept it open ajar.
On the fourth night after moving in we
had assembled my mother wardrobe and were able to put all her clothes
away, we headed to bed at about 12.45am, exhausted from the week. I got
into bed and heard my mothers door close and her bed creak as she got in
to retire. I was just on the verge of sleep when something yelled
‘Woooo!’ down my ear, I felt the air from the noise against neck and ear
and was frozen with terror and now wide awake.
I finally managed to make myself move
and ran from the room straight to my mums with tears in my eyes. At 12 I
was quite a calm, happy child, who very rarely had bad dreams and for
me to cry over a noise was very unusual. I told my mum about the noise
and could see from her reaction that she had also heard something, she
tried to give me the parent speech on how ‘It was probably the pipes,
and it’s a new house you’re just not used to.’ all whilst trying to urge
me to go back into the room.
I made it very clear I was not going
back into the room, which was also strange for me as 9 times out of 10 I
did what I was told as a kid, she gave in too tired to argue and said I
could sleep in her room.
The next day my uncle came to visit and
we told him what had happened. My uncle was a skeptic at the time and
brushed it off as us being both very tired from the move and said to
prove nothing was going on he would sleep in the room that night. We
followed the same pattern that we had done the night before, all
shuffling upstairs to bed at 12.45. Me and Mum said goodnight to my
uncle closed her bedroom door and we got into bed.
My uncle is a guitarist and we could
hear him gently doodling on the guitar next door, he had the light on
and had left the door open slightly as I had done the night prior. My
mother had just flicked the light off in her room when we heard what I
can only describe as a howling choking sound, very loudly on the stair
case that sounded three times. Even now remembering the noise brings
tears to my eyes.
Because the noise was so audible my
mother was certain it was uncle and was angry that he would try and
scare me. We waited a moment before hearing my uncle next door very
slowly creep across the landing to my mothers room, he knocked the door
and we said to come in.
He had tears in his eyes and was very
pale, he said in an accusing and scared voice ‘Was that one of you? That
wasn’t funny if it was one of you.’ I watched my mothers face pale as
she said ‘I thought it was you.’
My uncle dragged my mattress out of my room that night and we all slept in my mothers room.
The following morning we knew something
supernatural was going on, my mother had seen a psychic earlier that
year and called her for help. She came that day with her friend to
investigate the house. I should mention now that ever since we’d moved
in we’d kept our dog in the kitchen, every night he would howl and
scratch the door wanting to come upstairs. I had also felt sensations of
being watched, from time to time.
We had also noticed that our neighbours
had a son, who at first we thought dressed like a typical goth, however
when unpacking some boxes from the van on the second day I had noticed
that he wore a pendulum on his neck. With myself and my mother being
interested in Wicca and Spiritualism I had no negative connotations to
go with that symbol, however his character and family gave me a sense of
unease, they never seemed rested when we saw them and moved out quickly
after we moved in.
The psychic confirmed that there were
spiritual presences in the house, she asked me if I had noticed a little
girl as she was drawn to me and meant no harm, I said I’d felt being
watched but that whoever yelled down my ear definitely wasn’t trying to
welcome me into the house. She said there was another presence, who was a
very angered spirit and that we would need to conduct a circle in order
for him to move on.
The four of us gathered in my room, the
psychic poured sea salt all across the room apart from a circle left in
the centre, she then began to burn sage. She ordered us to different
positions and told us to hold hands, she said we were not to let go
without being told so and that we may hear or see things whilst we try
to get the presence to cross over.
I was feeling slightly skeptical at this
point, even with interests in Wicca I was unsure how salt and holding
hands was going to persuade a spirit to leave the house. She began
calling on Archangel Michael and other angels the rooms temperature
dropped noticeably and there was a sense of electricity in the air. The
most unusual of all was that it felt like cold snakes were winding
around our ankles. She told me I needed to let go of her friends hand
who was on my left and assist the little girl to cross over, I did so
and felt a coldness on my hand there was a rising sensation and I knew
the girl had crossed over.
There was trouble in getting the angered
spirit to cross over and twice he pretended to ‘cross over’ only to try
and hide in another area of the room. The psychic told me and my mother
to wait downstairs while her and her friend dealt with him. Whilst
downstairs we heard them speaking and stamping on the ceiling.
Eventually they managed to get him to cross over.
After it was finished they told us that
the man who had been haunting us had been a drug addict, his friend had
locked him in a room to go ‘cold turkey’ and he had choked on his own
vomit and died.
She explained that he was taking his
anger out on us because he thought we were the ones who had locked him
in the room. She said that the incident hadn’t happened inside this
house, but someone had been playing with portals, she eyed both me and
my mother wearily but both of us looked completely blank.
She closed her eyes for a moment and
then said, there was a boy next door, I believe he used some sort of
Ouija board and created a portal in the wall leading to your bedroom by
accident, this meant that any spirit could walk through the portal which
acts as a door between the spirit plane and ours.
Me and my mother were completely lost
for words, but everything she had said rung true and it matched with the
haunting we had experienced. To this day I believe there is something
more particularly because of this experience, since then I have never
experienced something so strong or real and hope I never have to unless
it is of a kind and true nature.
Source: Paranormal 360
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