Shegetz' Tales of Oddness, Part 1: Essex
My family on one side have been, for generations, seers, mediums, psychics, sensitives, whatever you wish to call them. My gran was one of these people that used to get dead family members telling her when major events were afoot, my mother spent a long time repressing any ability she might have, and I seem to have picked up something of it. My gran used to physically see things, I don't, I just feel things and would probably shit myself if a ghost popped up in front of me. I'm not into the whole 'psychic' thing and try to ignore it most of the time, but as other people in this situation will tell you that's pretty difficult when things are trying very hard to be noticed.

Anyway, the spookiness. There is definitely something in my house - or at least there used to be. The dining room in my mother's house is a place where several people have recalled experiencing a slowly creeping feeling of dread for no reasons at all, and there is a 'presence' that likes to stand in doorways and intimidate people that is connected to the same thing - an ex girlfriend of mine that 'saw' things (like me, not massively into all the ghost stuff, just someone unfortunate enough to be affected by these things) was in the garden and saw it looking out at her from the back window of the living room and it was all I could do to ever get her back in that room after that. It spooked my mother enough for her to have gotten the place 'cleansed' by a medium of some sort and I can't say I've felt anything since.

Apart from that, the most vivid memory I have of something strange going on in this house is I remember sitting once happily reading away in my bedroom (I think it was Rob Grant's 'Colony' - Great book) when I felt strangely compelled to open the door to let something out. As I got up I felt there was something standing right by the door, and as I reached for the handle, so did it, or I should say 'she', as it definitely felt female. I flung the door open as fast as I could and recoiled back in fear - I absolutely hated the idea of being 'touched' by a ghost. The feeling immediately went away. I wasn't sleepy, I hadn't been drinking anything stronger than tea and I can remember every detail clear as day.

I also several times caught a glimpse of the shadow of a man at the top of my stairs as I was walking through the hall at the bottom - there's a window right at the top and the light normally shines down, and it's only a glimpse, but it's definitely a shadow of a man. I tried asking whoever it was very nicely to leave and he hasn't been back.

You can all commence laughing at me now, and I'll get back to writing the other two places of weirdness I've experienced.

I fully accept that I am probably a mental.
( Shegetz Chris Kamara's comedy moustache, Tue 8 Jul 2008, 15:39, Reply)