As told by Alyshia
When I was 11, my dad told us we were moving. When I found out which house Dad had bought I was totally mortified! It was the old ‘Fitzgerald’ house and it was where a man (Mr Fitzgerald) had committed suicide about 6 years earlier. I didn’t remember it myself (being so young at the time) but we lived in a small town so it was local knowledge. No way did I want to live in that house. And I knew my friends wouldn’t want to have sleep-overs with me anymore. I pleaded with Mum and Dad not to move there, but too late - the deal was done. And I dreaded it.
I felt uncomfortable in that house from the moment we moved in, and strangely enough I started enjoying school more. Anything was better than being in that house. I’d even taken up after-school sports because I didn’t want to be home alone before Mum and Dad got home from work - and I hated sports!
On the fifth night after we’d moved in I woke up to sounds coming from the kitchen. I didn’t think much of it at the time and just figured it was either Mum or Dad getting themselves a snack or drink or something.
The next morning at breakfast Mum asked me what I’d been doing in the kitchen the night before. I felt a chill go right through me and said that I’d thought it had been her or Dad. She just looked at me perplexed, but I felt scared. If it wasn’t Mum or Dad, and it wasn’t me in the kitchen last night, then who (or what) was it?
A few nights later I was woken by the sound of drawers sliding open and cutlery rattling, again coming from the kitchen. I lay dead-still and listened. I heard footsteps walking around and tried to tell myself it was just Mum or Dad, thirsty or hungry. I shut my eyes tightly and tried to ignore the sounds and go back to sleep, telling myself all was ok.
I heard the footsteps get louder and louder and nearer and nearer and scrunched myself up under the doona. My door opened. The footsteps came right up to my bed. I lay as still as I possibly could, huddled under the covers. All of a sudden something poked me and I jumped and screamed. Mixed with my scream was Mum’s. I’d given her a fright almost as much as she had me. She snapped on the light and I wrenched the covers off my head.
“Was that you in the kitchen?” Mum asked in hushed tones.
“No, I’ve been here in bed ... I thought it was you” I replied.
We looked bleakly at each other. Heavy footsteps were coming towards my room. Mum and I just stared at each other, holding our breath, frozen in fear. Dad swung open the door and we relaxed momentarily. He looked at us both in confusion.
“What’s the screaming about?” he asked, looking from me to Mum and back again.
“We just gave each other a fright” Mum replied. Dad shrugged his shoulders and went back to bed. Mum leaned in and hugged and kissed me, then silently made her way back to her room without another word.
It was quiet for a few nights until the end of the following week. Then the footsteps and clattering cutlery would happen for a night or so, then all would be quiet again for nearly a week. After a month or so I noticed that a bit of a pattern started to take shape. It seemed every Thursday or Friday and Sunday nights the noise would come from the kitchen for an hour or so, generally between 2 and 4am.
Nothing else ever happened ... nothing ever went missing and no one ever saw or heard anything else. Just the noise and footsteps in the kitchen. It seemed harmless enough and with time we just learned to live with it. We stayed in that old house for seven years before Mum and Dad sold up and we moved on.
The old Fitzgerald house is still there and a young family lives in it today I believe, but I don’t know if the weekly kitchen clatter still goes on, and I don’t really want to. I haven’t experienced anything like that since, and I don’t want to ever again.
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Monday, August 1, 2011
Saturday, May 28, 2011
The Spirit's Warning Voice
* As told by Susan
This is one of my true stories, I do have more.
When I was young I was always running away, and on one occasion I was picked up by a guy who was thin, had afro hair, wore glasses and drove a white Valiant car.
He told me he would take me to New South Wales. Wow that sounded so good, I thought, hopping into his car. His car was messy with things on the front and back floor, and as we were driving along I keep getting this cold feeling go through my body.
We had travel about 4-5 miles when he turned to me and said that he better contact the family just to let them know, we pulled up just passed the phone box which was near a bridge just ahead and by a train line. While he was in the phone box all of a sudden I heard a voice telling me to "get out … Get Out … GET OUT NOW!” Three times this happened, but louder and louder each time. Then the door window went icy, so I quietly opened the door and ran to the bridge and hid.
When he finished with the phone call he kept looking around trying to find me, then shook his head, got back into his car and drove off. I waited for about 15minutes then left the bridge.
When I returned home I told my mother about it. A few months later I walked into the lounge room where my mother was watching a special news broadcast, and I said to her “that's the guy who picked me up and was going to take me to N.S.W! What's he done?"
My mother said he had killed a TV personality's son and is one of ‘The Family Members’, and his name was/is Bevan Spencer von Einem. He is now serving his life behind bars. My mother said I might have been he’s next victim if I hadn’t taken notice of the spirit voice.
The thing that is more interesting is this was not the first time he tried to pick me up. I kept having and still do have dreams that when I was about 7-8 years old I was at the beach. It was either Glenelg or Henley Beach in South Australia. I was standing near a fence by a building all by myself and I watched a black car go by, then return, and a man who looked like the guy who wanted to take me to New South Wales asked me if he could take me home. Then a member of my family came, and he walked away fast, and my family told me they were sorry they’d forgotten me.
Its’ really funny though, when I went to have a reading done the person told me I was taken from my family and was given to another family … that’s why I always felt lost and kept running away, even though I never revealed anything about myself.
* As told by Susan
This is one of my true stories, I do have more.
When I was young I was always running away, and on one occasion I was picked up by a guy who was thin, had afro hair, wore glasses and drove a white Valiant car.
He told me he would take me to New South Wales. Wow that sounded so good, I thought, hopping into his car. His car was messy with things on the front and back floor, and as we were driving along I keep getting this cold feeling go through my body.
We had travel about 4-5 miles when he turned to me and said that he better contact the family just to let them know, we pulled up just passed the phone box which was near a bridge just ahead and by a train line. While he was in the phone box all of a sudden I heard a voice telling me to "get out … Get Out … GET OUT NOW!” Three times this happened, but louder and louder each time. Then the door window went icy, so I quietly opened the door and ran to the bridge and hid.
When he finished with the phone call he kept looking around trying to find me, then shook his head, got back into his car and drove off. I waited for about 15minutes then left the bridge.
When I returned home I told my mother about it. A few months later I walked into the lounge room where my mother was watching a special news broadcast, and I said to her “that's the guy who picked me up and was going to take me to N.S.W! What's he done?"
My mother said he had killed a TV personality's son and is one of ‘The Family Members’, and his name was/is Bevan Spencer von Einem. He is now serving his life behind bars. My mother said I might have been he’s next victim if I hadn’t taken notice of the spirit voice.
The thing that is more interesting is this was not the first time he tried to pick me up. I kept having and still do have dreams that when I was about 7-8 years old I was at the beach. It was either Glenelg or Henley Beach in South Australia. I was standing near a fence by a building all by myself and I watched a black car go by, then return, and a man who looked like the guy who wanted to take me to New South Wales asked me if he could take me home. Then a member of my family came, and he walked away fast, and my family told me they were sorry they’d forgotten me.
Its’ really funny though, when I went to have a reading done the person told me I was taken from my family and was given to another family … that’s why I always felt lost and kept running away, even though I never revealed anything about myself.
* As told by Susan
The Spirits In The Kitchen
* As told by Debbie
One day not long after moving to a new suburb and house, I was standing in the kitchen getting myself a snack, when I saw my little jack Russell Terrier Candy run past me and dart into the lounge room where I saw who I thought was my brother Terry walking around the corner towards the front door. Candy began barking furiously and I figured she was just barking at Terry because she thought he was going out for a walk without her, so I didn't think much of it right at the moment, until my mum (who was in the study down the hall) called out something to Terry, and he answered her from his bedroom right next door to the study - nowhere near in the lounge room.
I thought I must have heard him wrong, and he just sounded like he was down the hallway, but when I turned my head to the right I saw his bedroom light on and his shadow moving across the wall. That's when I started panicking. Who was it who had walked through the lounge room towards the door?
Candy continued to bark so I went to see who had walked to the door, which was where Candy was now standing. When I came around the corner I was relieved to see no one there, but I was confused about what I’d seen. Candy looked at me, then back at the corner near the front door and continued to growl and bark. I opened the door, but Candy didn’t want to go outside ... she just stood staring into the same empty space, with her hackles rising and bristling. I could see her baring her teeth. I became very frightened so closed the door and ran to my parent’s room.
I told them what happened, but mum and dad just looked at me like I was nuts.
Another day I was preparing myself some breakfast and turned to get the milk out of the fridge. I saw a lady standing by the bench. I got a fright and my heart started beating really fast and I was about to ask her who she was and what she wanted - but she was gone in an instant. Just vanished right in front of me. I left my bowl of cereal on the bench and just walked out of the kitchen really fast.
One night my mum was cooking dinner and I was watching TV in the lounge room. I could hear her clattering the knives and spoons and pots and pans and even the sizzling of the onions. I was about to ask mum what we were having for dinner, when I thought I heard her talking with someone. We were the only ones home at the time so I figured she was just talking to herself while she cooked. Then I heard her say ‘thank you’ a bit louder. I thought I’d go into the kitchen and see what mum was cooking, and as I walked in mum turned and smiled at me and said ‘now you can get out the butter for me’. ‘Ok’ I replied, getting the butter from the fridge, handing it to her. ‘That shoulder rub really did the trick. Thanks for that Debbie,’ my mum said. I looked at her and said ‘what shoulder-rub?’ ‘The one you just gave me when I was stirring the onions,’ she replied. I said that I had been watching TV in the lounge room all this time and it was the first time I had come into the kitchen. Mum’s mouth dropped open and she asked who had been massaging her shoulders then. I didn’t know what to say but I felt really freaked out and so did mum.
One time mum was cooking a roast but the oven kept turning itself off. Dad checked it and didn’t find anything wrong, but still it would work properly. Mum ended up cooking on the stove top, and the electrician came to look the next day. There was nothing wrong with the oven and it started straight away and stayed lit all the time while the electrician was there. But as soon as he left the oven started playing up again. We would never know if we were going to be able to use the oven from one night to the next.
Another time the oven turned itself on in the middle of the night and mum found it turned on in the morning. But none of us had turned it on. it was extra warm in the kitchen that morning, but not at the spot where the kettle was.
Sometimes when you would make a cup of tea and stand near the kettle, you could feel freezing cold air around you. One day I had a friend over and I was making us some snacks and cups of tea, and she was standing in the kitchen talking to me while waiting. She was standing in front of the pantry door and kept looking at it. ‘I think you’ve got rats’ she said all of a sudden, swinging open the door. But there was nothing there so she closed it again and started back on the conversation we were having. Mid-sentence we both heard cans of food being moved around in the pantry and my friend Kelly jumped away from the door. We stood looking at the door, both of us too scared to open it and look. The sounds continued and got louder and louder. It sounded like the tin cans were being bashed against each other. ‘Mum!’ I yelled. We both ran out of the kitchen. Mum met us in the hallway and asked what the matter was so I told there were rats in the pantry. I really thought it was our ghosts, but I didn’t want to say anything in front of my friend because I didn’t want to spook her into not coming over again.
Mum glanced at me and made her way to the kitchen pantry and swung open the door. There were no rats, but the cans were lying all over the place, with some on their sides and others upside down.
‘Who did this!?’ mum shrieked. We said that we hadn’t done it, and I told her that when we looked in there, there was no one there.
There was another time when we come home from shopping and all the cupboards and draws where open, and all the plats were stacked neatly on the floor. No one had been home and all the doors were locked.
We lived in that house in for 5 years all up and lots of other stuff happened over the years, and I was very relieved when we finally moved out.
* As told by Debbie
One day not long after moving to a new suburb and house, I was standing in the kitchen getting myself a snack, when I saw my little jack Russell Terrier Candy run past me and dart into the lounge room where I saw who I thought was my brother Terry walking around the corner towards the front door. Candy began barking furiously and I figured she was just barking at Terry because she thought he was going out for a walk without her, so I didn't think much of it right at the moment, until my mum (who was in the study down the hall) called out something to Terry, and he answered her from his bedroom right next door to the study - nowhere near in the lounge room.
I thought I must have heard him wrong, and he just sounded like he was down the hallway, but when I turned my head to the right I saw his bedroom light on and his shadow moving across the wall. That's when I started panicking. Who was it who had walked through the lounge room towards the door?
Candy continued to bark so I went to see who had walked to the door, which was where Candy was now standing. When I came around the corner I was relieved to see no one there, but I was confused about what I’d seen. Candy looked at me, then back at the corner near the front door and continued to growl and bark. I opened the door, but Candy didn’t want to go outside ... she just stood staring into the same empty space, with her hackles rising and bristling. I could see her baring her teeth. I became very frightened so closed the door and ran to my parent’s room.
I told them what happened, but mum and dad just looked at me like I was nuts.
Another day I was preparing myself some breakfast and turned to get the milk out of the fridge. I saw a lady standing by the bench. I got a fright and my heart started beating really fast and I was about to ask her who she was and what she wanted - but she was gone in an instant. Just vanished right in front of me. I left my bowl of cereal on the bench and just walked out of the kitchen really fast.
One night my mum was cooking dinner and I was watching TV in the lounge room. I could hear her clattering the knives and spoons and pots and pans and even the sizzling of the onions. I was about to ask mum what we were having for dinner, when I thought I heard her talking with someone. We were the only ones home at the time so I figured she was just talking to herself while she cooked. Then I heard her say ‘thank you’ a bit louder. I thought I’d go into the kitchen and see what mum was cooking, and as I walked in mum turned and smiled at me and said ‘now you can get out the butter for me’. ‘Ok’ I replied, getting the butter from the fridge, handing it to her. ‘That shoulder rub really did the trick. Thanks for that Debbie,’ my mum said. I looked at her and said ‘what shoulder-rub?’ ‘The one you just gave me when I was stirring the onions,’ she replied. I said that I had been watching TV in the lounge room all this time and it was the first time I had come into the kitchen. Mum’s mouth dropped open and she asked who had been massaging her shoulders then. I didn’t know what to say but I felt really freaked out and so did mum.
One time mum was cooking a roast but the oven kept turning itself off. Dad checked it and didn’t find anything wrong, but still it would work properly. Mum ended up cooking on the stove top, and the electrician came to look the next day. There was nothing wrong with the oven and it started straight away and stayed lit all the time while the electrician was there. But as soon as he left the oven started playing up again. We would never know if we were going to be able to use the oven from one night to the next.
Another time the oven turned itself on in the middle of the night and mum found it turned on in the morning. But none of us had turned it on. it was extra warm in the kitchen that morning, but not at the spot where the kettle was.
Sometimes when you would make a cup of tea and stand near the kettle, you could feel freezing cold air around you. One day I had a friend over and I was making us some snacks and cups of tea, and she was standing in the kitchen talking to me while waiting. She was standing in front of the pantry door and kept looking at it. ‘I think you’ve got rats’ she said all of a sudden, swinging open the door. But there was nothing there so she closed it again and started back on the conversation we were having. Mid-sentence we both heard cans of food being moved around in the pantry and my friend Kelly jumped away from the door. We stood looking at the door, both of us too scared to open it and look. The sounds continued and got louder and louder. It sounded like the tin cans were being bashed against each other. ‘Mum!’ I yelled. We both ran out of the kitchen. Mum met us in the hallway and asked what the matter was so I told there were rats in the pantry. I really thought it was our ghosts, but I didn’t want to say anything in front of my friend because I didn’t want to spook her into not coming over again.
Mum glanced at me and made her way to the kitchen pantry and swung open the door. There were no rats, but the cans were lying all over the place, with some on their sides and others upside down.
‘Who did this!?’ mum shrieked. We said that we hadn’t done it, and I told her that when we looked in there, there was no one there.
There was another time when we come home from shopping and all the cupboards and draws where open, and all the plats were stacked neatly on the floor. No one had been home and all the doors were locked.
We lived in that house in for 5 years all up and lots of other stuff happened over the years, and I was very relieved when we finally moved out.
* As told by Debbie
Friday, May 27, 2011
Leanne's Spooky Stories
* As told by Leanne
1)
When I was about 15 I never believed in ghosts or anything really until this one night, and ever since I have believed and seen different things.
I had been reading a book in bed and then turned the light out. I felt like there was someone in my room watching me and I thought it was my mum at the door as I saw a shadow of someone standing there. It was 12 pm and I could hear the TV on so I knew my mum was still up. I quickly turned my light on and the feeling was gone the shadow was gone and my door was shut. I was so freaked out that I left my light on the rest of the night.
The next morning I found out my best friends' mum had died that exact time I felt someone in my room. So I figured she was there to say good bye to me I still haven’t worked out why though.
2)
Two years later I had the same dream 3 nights in a row that my grandfather had died. There was nothing wrong with him at all. The morning after the third nightmare about this my phone rang early in the morning and it was my Nanna asking my mum to come very quickly.
My Grandfather had died in their garden from a massive heart attack. I blamed myself for his death for years just because of having these dreams. It took me years to tell my mum or anyone about this too.
3)
Years and years ago my Nanna was about to turn 70. The night before her birthday party I had the weirdest dream where she was at my bed, telling me that I have to be strong for everyone cause she was dying. She wasn’t sick at all at this time.
The next day at her party before anyone had turned up she held my hand and told me to keep it in mind what she had said the night before in my dream (she must have had the same dream or something I couldn’t work that part out).
A couple weeks later I came home from work and my mum was crying and I asked what was
wrong. My Nanna had emphysema and they couldn’t do anything for her and she has to give up smoking which she didn’t like the thought of either.
For a year and a half she was in and out of hospital and finally passed away in her sleep while in hospital. It felt so eerie because I knew something was wrong before it even was and I had to keep it to myself and be strong for everyone else.
4)
The night I had my first son they had just taken him to clean him, and then came back with him while everyone else had gone to let me rest. I was holding my newborn Jesse and I felt and saw my Nanna sitting beside me (by this time she had passed away about seven years prior). She told me he was beautiful and that she was so proud of me. In those seven years my Nanna had come to see me from time to time and told me she was always here and watching over us all.
5)
I was very pregnant with my 3rd child, and my brother had been rushed to hospital and was lucky he got there when he did otherwise possibly wouldn’t have made it. When he came out of a medically induced coma weeks later he had told everyone he had seen me and my new baby the night before. I went in to see him just a few hours later and he asked where bubs was and why I still looked pregnant. I still had 3 weeks to go and he had told me it was a boy and his name was Josh.
When I did give birth it was a boy and we called him Josh because that’s the name I had liked anyway, but it was so weird that my brother had dreamt it and he looked the same as he had described so they have a special bond between them cause of it.
* As told by Leanne
1)
When I was about 15 I never believed in ghosts or anything really until this one night, and ever since I have believed and seen different things.
I had been reading a book in bed and then turned the light out. I felt like there was someone in my room watching me and I thought it was my mum at the door as I saw a shadow of someone standing there. It was 12 pm and I could hear the TV on so I knew my mum was still up. I quickly turned my light on and the feeling was gone the shadow was gone and my door was shut. I was so freaked out that I left my light on the rest of the night.
The next morning I found out my best friends' mum had died that exact time I felt someone in my room. So I figured she was there to say good bye to me I still haven’t worked out why though.
2)
Two years later I had the same dream 3 nights in a row that my grandfather had died. There was nothing wrong with him at all. The morning after the third nightmare about this my phone rang early in the morning and it was my Nanna asking my mum to come very quickly.
My Grandfather had died in their garden from a massive heart attack. I blamed myself for his death for years just because of having these dreams. It took me years to tell my mum or anyone about this too.
3)
Years and years ago my Nanna was about to turn 70. The night before her birthday party I had the weirdest dream where she was at my bed, telling me that I have to be strong for everyone cause she was dying. She wasn’t sick at all at this time.
The next day at her party before anyone had turned up she held my hand and told me to keep it in mind what she had said the night before in my dream (she must have had the same dream or something I couldn’t work that part out).
A couple weeks later I came home from work and my mum was crying and I asked what was
wrong. My Nanna had emphysema and they couldn’t do anything for her and she has to give up smoking which she didn’t like the thought of either.
For a year and a half she was in and out of hospital and finally passed away in her sleep while in hospital. It felt so eerie because I knew something was wrong before it even was and I had to keep it to myself and be strong for everyone else.
4)
The night I had my first son they had just taken him to clean him, and then came back with him while everyone else had gone to let me rest. I was holding my newborn Jesse and I felt and saw my Nanna sitting beside me (by this time she had passed away about seven years prior). She told me he was beautiful and that she was so proud of me. In those seven years my Nanna had come to see me from time to time and told me she was always here and watching over us all.
5)
I was very pregnant with my 3rd child, and my brother had been rushed to hospital and was lucky he got there when he did otherwise possibly wouldn’t have made it. When he came out of a medically induced coma weeks later he had told everyone he had seen me and my new baby the night before. I went in to see him just a few hours later and he asked where bubs was and why I still looked pregnant. I still had 3 weeks to go and he had told me it was a boy and his name was Josh.
When I did give birth it was a boy and we called him Josh because that’s the name I had liked anyway, but it was so weird that my brother had dreamt it and he looked the same as he had described so they have a special bond between them cause of it.
* As told by Leanne
Thursday, May 26, 2011
THE LITTLE GHOST BOY IN THE BASEMENT
* As told by Jo
The ‘Ghost-Busting’ and paranormal investigation team arrived at around 7 PM at our old shop as pre-arranged. The group’s leader was a tall, striking woman who was a renowned clairvoyant and medium, and the rest of her group was made up of her two sisters, and six other women of varying ages. All the members of the team had varying levels of abilities and sensitivities and all had had paranormal experiences throughout their lives.
The group walked quietly through the entire shopfront and back building while my husband Robin and I told them of the twenty or so experiences of both ourselves and our staff members, particularly over recent months. As we moved through the building we pointed out where the incidences had taken place.
Stopping at the stairwell leading to the basement, the group leader told us that she sensed a little boy around us. We told her then that the child of one of our regular customers had said that he’d seen a little boy crying in a corner just a few weeks earlier.
Moving to another section of the large old store, the group leader began speaking of an elderly lady sitting by a tiny table with a very old-fashioned sewing machine in front of her. She was hunched over the machine, intently trying to thread a needle that wasn’t there.
I felt the hairs on my arms and the back of my nick prick up instantly. There was something about the description of the old lady with the sewing machine that seemed familiar somehow, but I just couldn’t place it. I tried to put it out of my mind as we continued on towards the back store rooms.
One of the team leader's sisters (the younger of the two) had gotten ahead of us a bit, and turned back to call to the rest of us following behind. She stopped mid-sentenced and stood stock-still staring at something above our heads. We all instinctively looked up, but personally, I could see nothing. A couple of the group members murmured and whispered between themselves. The temperature in the room had dropped dramatically and a cold breeze seemed to waft around us ... almost through us it seemed.
In a moment or so (although it felt like an age) the temperature returned to normal and the leader began moving forward again on her quest to seek out any lurking spirits and ghosts.
Coming back towards the basement stairwell, the group leader and both her sisters immediately sensed the little boy she had encountered earlier. As we gathered around the top of the stairs, a couple of others in the group were able to sense him as well. One of the ladies proceeded down the stairs into the darkened basement, while the team leader lead us off towards the old kitchen area, where she was immediately drawn towards the large walk-in pantry.
She glanced across at another of the group members and nodded to her subtley. The younger woman opened the door to the pantry and walked in, closing the door behind her. The rest of us stood there looking on until the group leader motioned us towards the hallway leading back to the front of the store.
It was round about time for my husband Robin and I to head home and leave the team to do their job. I didn’t envy them at all they night’s stay in our big old shop.
The following morning Robin and I returned to meet up with the paranormal group back at our shop. They’d all survived the night it seemed. Over hot coffees and hot rolls that Robin and I brought along with us, the team leader and her group told us of their adventures during the night, and of the (expected) results.
As it turned out, the little ghost boy in the basement had been the son of a previous owner, who had misbehaved and had been put in the basement on his own as punishment, by his father – the shopkeeper of the time. The little boy had become bored very quickly so had began snooping amongst the old boxes and crates strewn throughout the basement. According to the psychics amongst the group, the little boy had been playing in a big old wooden tea chest, when the heavy lid had fallen, sealing the poor boy in the box. He’d tried and tried to push open the heavy crate lid, but he was no match for it’s over-powering weight and density. The boy called and called, but his father was upstairs manning the store and too busy with customers to hear the distressed young child.
In time, the little boy must have nodded off to sleep in the big wooden box ... and that was the last thing he remembered.
The group assured me that the little boy had ‘gone to the light’ and was met by his mother and father, who had been waiting for him on the Other Side for a long, long time.
The identity of the old lady by the sewing machine hadn’t been established, but I was also assured that her spirit had moved on and she would no longer spend her eternal time attempting to thread a needle that didn’t exist.
According to one of the group members, the ghost-lady in the pantry had been a serving girl and kitchen-hand back in the days when the railroad came through and the passengers from the nearby station would come in for scones and tea before catching the next train out.
The group leader spoke of another two ghosts or entities that had presented to them during the night, and told us that collectively, all of the ghosts or spirits had now left the building and would not be returning.
Robin and I only hoped that she was right.
... two years on and we are about to sell our business to finally retire. We haven’t had any disturbances and nothing unusual in the shop or basement since the paranormal team’s visit - and I just hope it stays that way for the new owners.
*
The ‘Ghost-Busting’ and paranormal investigation team arrived at around 7 PM at our old shop as pre-arranged. The group’s leader was a tall, striking woman who was a renowned clairvoyant and medium, and the rest of her group was made up of her two sisters, and six other women of varying ages. All the members of the team had varying levels of abilities and sensitivities and all had had paranormal experiences throughout their lives.
The group walked quietly through the entire shopfront and back building while my husband Robin and I told them of the twenty or so experiences of both ourselves and our staff members, particularly over recent months. As we moved through the building we pointed out where the incidences had taken place.
Stopping at the stairwell leading to the basement, the group leader told us that she sensed a little boy around us. We told her then that the child of one of our regular customers had said that he’d seen a little boy crying in a corner just a few weeks earlier.
Moving to another section of the large old store, the group leader began speaking of an elderly lady sitting by a tiny table with a very old-fashioned sewing machine in front of her. She was hunched over the machine, intently trying to thread a needle that wasn’t there.
I felt the hairs on my arms and the back of my nick prick up instantly. There was something about the description of the old lady with the sewing machine that seemed familiar somehow, but I just couldn’t place it. I tried to put it out of my mind as we continued on towards the back store rooms.
One of the team leader's sisters (the younger of the two) had gotten ahead of us a bit, and turned back to call to the rest of us following behind. She stopped mid-sentenced and stood stock-still staring at something above our heads. We all instinctively looked up, but personally, I could see nothing. A couple of the group members murmured and whispered between themselves. The temperature in the room had dropped dramatically and a cold breeze seemed to waft around us ... almost through us it seemed.
In a moment or so (although it felt like an age) the temperature returned to normal and the leader began moving forward again on her quest to seek out any lurking spirits and ghosts.
Coming back towards the basement stairwell, the group leader and both her sisters immediately sensed the little boy she had encountered earlier. As we gathered around the top of the stairs, a couple of others in the group were able to sense him as well. One of the ladies proceeded down the stairs into the darkened basement, while the team leader lead us off towards the old kitchen area, where she was immediately drawn towards the large walk-in pantry.
She glanced across at another of the group members and nodded to her subtley. The younger woman opened the door to the pantry and walked in, closing the door behind her. The rest of us stood there looking on until the group leader motioned us towards the hallway leading back to the front of the store.
It was round about time for my husband Robin and I to head home and leave the team to do their job. I didn’t envy them at all they night’s stay in our big old shop.
The following morning Robin and I returned to meet up with the paranormal group back at our shop. They’d all survived the night it seemed. Over hot coffees and hot rolls that Robin and I brought along with us, the team leader and her group told us of their adventures during the night, and of the (expected) results.
As it turned out, the little ghost boy in the basement had been the son of a previous owner, who had misbehaved and had been put in the basement on his own as punishment, by his father – the shopkeeper of the time. The little boy had become bored very quickly so had began snooping amongst the old boxes and crates strewn throughout the basement. According to the psychics amongst the group, the little boy had been playing in a big old wooden tea chest, when the heavy lid had fallen, sealing the poor boy in the box. He’d tried and tried to push open the heavy crate lid, but he was no match for it’s over-powering weight and density. The boy called and called, but his father was upstairs manning the store and too busy with customers to hear the distressed young child.
In time, the little boy must have nodded off to sleep in the big wooden box ... and that was the last thing he remembered.
The group assured me that the little boy had ‘gone to the light’ and was met by his mother and father, who had been waiting for him on the Other Side for a long, long time.
The identity of the old lady by the sewing machine hadn’t been established, but I was also assured that her spirit had moved on and she would no longer spend her eternal time attempting to thread a needle that didn’t exist.
According to one of the group members, the ghost-lady in the pantry had been a serving girl and kitchen-hand back in the days when the railroad came through and the passengers from the nearby station would come in for scones and tea before catching the next train out.
The group leader spoke of another two ghosts or entities that had presented to them during the night, and told us that collectively, all of the ghosts or spirits had now left the building and would not be returning.
Robin and I only hoped that she was right.
... two years on and we are about to sell our business to finally retire. We haven’t had any disturbances and nothing unusual in the shop or basement since the paranormal team’s visit - and I just hope it stays that way for the new owners.
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