I spent many hours at home feeling my cloud above me darken. But the last two homes between here and the bakery where I had my nightmares had been undisturbing so why had the oppressive feelings returned?
As I sat writing in my attic room where I had a large writing desk sat up that I wrote my life story at, I heard a bang in my front room. I didn't know what had happened and certainly didn't think anything other than the wind was to blame.
I entered my front room and scanned the area but the only thing out of place was my tv control which was in the very centre of the floor. Firstly I didn't think that would have made a bang like I'd heard but secondly there was no way I'd have put it in the middle of the floor. Like me, I imagine you have your controls in a fairly slim selection of areas, say, on a table, on the arm rest or forever at your side where they try and hide under your legs as you fidget on the sofa......not on the floor, centralised. I picked it up and threw it into the sofa.
I think many things like this happens to a lot of people and because it goes through your mind that it's ODD, it simply doesn't ever become anything more. It gets forgotten even though it doesn't add up. It's always you who are wrong. YOU MUST have caused it, even though you don't remember. When you live on your own, it's the only explanation.
These mysterious bumps would occur monthly at least. I'd tell girlfriends of the time that my hijab was haunted AS A JOKE. But this joke began to become a concern. Girlfriends didn't like the stairs, any of the three sets of stairs, and complained about going to the loo.
Things took a turn for the more dangerous when I went in the kitchen to find the gas hob turned on and unlit. I switched it off and shivered. I hadn't cooked as it was early morning. The next day the job was hissing again.
Something was causing this to happen and whatever it was, could kill me and my neighbours.
Maybe a week went by and I was in the fridge for milk I think when the door to the fridge banged on the cooker front and the gas hob hissed again. AH the door was hitting the dial on the front, depressing it and knocking a turn on it too.
Debunked. I sighed a relief and altered items to stop this possibility.
Once again I could recalibrate my mind back to nothing paranormal after all. But my life was weighing on me more and more and I was making bad choices brought on by alcohol, which in turn led to dark days including self harm.
I had converted my cellar into a room for my projector where I used a www to watch movies on a 100" screen. I loved it down there with my cinema sound and my drum kit. The door from the cellar steps wouldn't close though and you could only pull it into the door frame firmly rather than close it correctly. It was damp still on the walls of the steps and I just ignored those little bugs.
As I sat waiting for my friend to return I heard footsteps in my front room overhead and waited for him to come down. When he didn't I wondered if he'd just took a seat and thought I was in the loo or something. I went up to find it empty.
Again a part of me found the idea of it being a spirit exciting but the reality of it being so was something which I out down to wishful thinking. I think a part of me was frightened too. I never felt like that house was ever mine. There were bumps and knocks from inside the home and this was a time that I was watching MOST HAUNTED alone whenever I got the chance. I had a new girlfriend who was one day to become my wife and she was barely a believer at all, but she was just one of the people who actually saw a ghost in my house.
Things were going to take a chilling turn as I altered the home to sell up.
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