I've grown up living with ghosts (Part 1)
We've all been there; those midnight chats about speculation of the supernatural, watching a horror film with the blanket as close as possible to your face, getting chills when you've had to walk home alone in the dark. But imagine walking home alone through the dark, past a graveyard back to a haunted house. That is my life.
I haven't always lived in the house I'm talking about in this post (and still live in now when I'm not in student accommodation during term time). I have lived with my family in two homes prior to this and can't recall any experiences with ghosts in these homes but granted, these homes were birth to 3 years old and then from 3 to seven so i'm not entirely sure i would remember even if i did have contact with any ghosts in those properties.
The most prominent experience I had occurred on a weekly basis. I would see the exact same ghost at the exact same time week in and week out for the whole time that I was a member of the Brownies at a nearby church. The routine was as follows; My dad would pick me up on his bike after Brownies had ended on a Monday evening and we would cycle back uphill on land used as battleground during the war of the Roses and is said to once be home to a castle, we would then cycle past a graveyard and down a busy main road. As soon as we got back home my mum would have a Luke warm hot chocolate waiting for me on the kitchen table but before I could have this I had to head upstairs by myself and change into my pyjamas which I would always be very afraid to do because this is the part of my weekly routine where I would see the ghost.
I'll admit I actually don't remember the first time I ever saw the ghost but I do remember the bulk of experiences. I would come home and stand at the bottom of the stairs, looking up into the darkness awaiting me at the top I would take a few deep breaths and then as quickly as I could I'd flick the light switch and sprint up the stairs, Grab my pyjamas and run to leave my room and leg it back down the carpeted stairs and this is where I would always be too late.
Like clockwork it would appear.
A ghost man on a thoroughbred horse in a sort of soldier uniform I remember as resembling the uniform of the queens guard. He would race out of my parents bedroom which was adjacent to mine at the time and zoom past me just a couple inches from where I would stand and gallop furiously down the corridor only to disappear once he got to the end of the banister.
I would be stood there trembling, clutching to one of my many pairs of Disney pyjamas and watch for the ghost man to come back, terrified that he would race right through me and kill me or curse me.
This literally happened to me every single Monday night at around half past seven in the evening, I don't remember what made it stop or if i just stopped seeing it after I moved bedrooms but this wasn't my last experience with ghosts in this house.
The ghosts here have also been seen by my mum on several occasions and at times we have both witnessed the same ghost.
It is also worth noting that one of the owners of the home about a decade or so before we moved in is thought to have taken her own life potentially in the master bedroom which the room where my weekly ghost would appear from and one of the areas in the house where there has been the most supernatural activity.
part two to follow.....
I haven't always lived in the house I'm talking about in this post (and still live in now when I'm not in student accommodation during term time). I have lived with my family in two homes prior to this and can't recall any experiences with ghosts in these homes but granted, these homes were birth to 3 years old and then from 3 to seven so i'm not entirely sure i would remember even if i did have contact with any ghosts in those properties.
The most prominent experience I had occurred on a weekly basis. I would see the exact same ghost at the exact same time week in and week out for the whole time that I was a member of the Brownies at a nearby church. The routine was as follows; My dad would pick me up on his bike after Brownies had ended on a Monday evening and we would cycle back uphill on land used as battleground during the war of the Roses and is said to once be home to a castle, we would then cycle past a graveyard and down a busy main road. As soon as we got back home my mum would have a Luke warm hot chocolate waiting for me on the kitchen table but before I could have this I had to head upstairs by myself and change into my pyjamas which I would always be very afraid to do because this is the part of my weekly routine where I would see the ghost.
I'll admit I actually don't remember the first time I ever saw the ghost but I do remember the bulk of experiences. I would come home and stand at the bottom of the stairs, looking up into the darkness awaiting me at the top I would take a few deep breaths and then as quickly as I could I'd flick the light switch and sprint up the stairs, Grab my pyjamas and run to leave my room and leg it back down the carpeted stairs and this is where I would always be too late.
Like clockwork it would appear.
A ghost man on a thoroughbred horse in a sort of soldier uniform I remember as resembling the uniform of the queens guard. He would race out of my parents bedroom which was adjacent to mine at the time and zoom past me just a couple inches from where I would stand and gallop furiously down the corridor only to disappear once he got to the end of the banister.
I would be stood there trembling, clutching to one of my many pairs of Disney pyjamas and watch for the ghost man to come back, terrified that he would race right through me and kill me or curse me.
This literally happened to me every single Monday night at around half past seven in the evening, I don't remember what made it stop or if i just stopped seeing it after I moved bedrooms but this wasn't my last experience with ghosts in this house.
The ghosts here have also been seen by my mum on several occasions and at times we have both witnessed the same ghost.
It is also worth noting that one of the owners of the home about a decade or so before we moved in is thought to have taken her own life potentially in the master bedroom which the room where my weekly ghost would appear from and one of the areas in the house where there has been the most supernatural activity.
part two to follow.....
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