My house
Ah, I do like telling this story, though I do have to be careful who I tell it to, some people just say I’m mad/ mistaken.

The story takes place in my parents house, though I moved to halls in uni, I do still live there. Now, the house isn’t very old, I’d guess about 11-12 years now, so not your typical haunting affair. However, the house was built on the site of a school for kids with TB during the Victorian era.

My first experience must have been about 9 years ago, I was around 10 at the time, maybe younger. I was in bed one night, fast asleep. I woke up suddenly, I wasn’t woken by noise, but as I opened my eyes and struggled to see with out my glasses (moved to contacts a few years ago yay!) I saw a purple shape hanging over me, the closest thing I can compare it to is like the t-1000 in Terminator 2 when its all shiny and molten metal, mixed with a cloud. I screamed and watched it shoot out of my door, which was open at the time, despite the fact I can’t stand to be in a room alone with the door open (don’t know why) let alone sleep in one. The shape disappeared into the hall and I saw my dad burst out of his room and run into mine, there wasn’t a break in it, I can’t have woken up half way through a dream, it all happened at the same time. After much reassurance I was just dreaming and there was nothing to be afraid of I went back to sleep and nothing really happened for a few years. I just kinda forgot about it.

Then, about 6 years later I was tidying up after a few of my friends had made a real mess in my house and all gone home, it was at least 10 mins after the last had been picked and driven home by their parents, while I was tidying up in the hall way when suddenly I hear a voice from the landing, I clearly heard my name be called by a little girl, I was a little surprised and didn’t hear what was said after. I wasn’t to bothered by this, I went upstairs expecting that a TV or radio had been left on, but none of them were on, there was nobody in the streets around the house, totally silent. I was freaked out at this point. For a few weeks after things were odd, rooms got suddenly cold, even though the heating was on. At one point I was less then five meters from the electric fire, which was on full, and very hot, yet my skin was like ice. I got the feeling of some one watching me all the time, but I’d put that down to paranoia more then anything.

I remember feeling very, very depressed for no reason on November 11th, the anniversary of the end of world war I, which was very peculiar, I’d never been depressed before that but I was totally suicidal.

In the grand and rather bizarre climax of events, I was again in bed, just like the beginning I was drifting off to sleep, my vision suddenly fades and all I can see is cloudy white, with thin bluish lies appearing and eventually forming the outline of a little girl in Victorian dress, imagine a picture that hadn’t been coloured and your getting close to what I saw. The girl was motionless, then suddenly jumps towards me and shouts “boo” like a kid trying to give me a fright, I wasn’t afraid, I thought I was dreaming, but when the girl hit me, I felt a massive jolt in my back, like id been pulled from the inside. This shocked me and I could see normally again. I went to touch my back were I felt the jolt, and found my skin ice cold, but just in that patch, the rest of my skin was normal temperature, as warm as you’d expect for some one in bed. Now, I wasn’t afraid, but I was aware of fear, like I could tell some one in the room was frightened. Feeling like a spaz, I tried to talk to the girl, I was cringing at my self as a said thing like “don’t be afraid, I won’t hurt you” and then the classic “if your hear give me a sign” I was just about to role over in shame and try to sleep when I felt another jolt, this time in my lower right leg, I went to touch is, again, as cold as ice. I didn’t get the feeling of fear any more, I could just feel loneliness, but not my own. I decided to talk again, for some reason I just knew what to say “Don’t worry, I’m not mad at you, I’d like to be friends.” That moment I felt totally relief, happiness and joy all in one, like a wake washing over me, then nothing, total calm. I fell asleep soon after and never experienced anything like that again.

I don’t claim to be a sceptic, but I do usually approach things from a logical view, I don’t just believe random crap because it was on TV, but I’m convinced this was real, I think its something you have to experience before you can really understand, I’ve looked for logical explanations but I just can’t see any. This story is 100% true to my experience, I don’t believe any of it was due to dreams or my imagination.

People are entitled to their own opinions on the subject of ghosts, but don’t claim they don’t exist, you may not believe in them but until you can offer proof they don’t exist, you really shouldn’t make the claims.

PS, I know my story isn’t technically about screwing around with “the dark side, but I recon it’s worth mentioning.
(Mong goose, Thu 20 Apr 2006, 17:09, Reply)