It is understandable that people don’t believe in Ghosts, if you have never seen, heard or felt a ‘Ghost’ well of course you are not going to believe. The less you believe the less chance there is of connecting with Energy that hasn’t got a physical body. Then again numerous men and women run a mile at the thought of a connection from ‘behind the Veil’.
There is no question of ‘belief’ for those who have had regular interaction with Essences of Spirit. Seeing, hearing, feeling those that live in the Unseen Realms is a notable experience, adrenalin surges, eyes widen, the heart flutters, it can even bring on a squeal. To acknowledge their presence by asking what they want is a simple polite response to their oft unannounced arrival.
“Oh hello, yes I know you are there listening, how can I help you?”
Ghosts or Energy Forms gravitate to those who are open to the realism that they exist, people born in touch with a wide range of frequencies that can pick up the refined resonance of those existing in realms invisible to most Humans, once the rules and safety parameters are understood, communication can be established.
This all being said, there are some things that need to be controlled very tightly, I for one would never use a Ouija Board as they seem to be portals for more unruly Spirits and Tricksters waiting for an opportunity to dive in and cause havoc. Protection, Knowledge, Experience and Maturity are vital in all these matters.
What follows is a true story, experienced by myself and six other adults over a period of a few years.
Five of us shared a house, an end of terrace with lots of windows, a garden and an easy relaxed feel to it. Children played outside, riding their bikes up and down the street while dogs ran around after them. A family area popular for schools, shops, close to the city centre and definitely not an area known for being built on an old Ancient burial site!
Walking through the front door, through a porch, you took a left turn into the open plan kitchen and dining room, a big patio door in the dining room led to the garden, the lounge was also off the dining room, a strange cul-de-sac lounge, a dead end to the house, just one door, a very high ceiling with one window that looked over the garden and another set about 8 feet up, the only thing you could see through it was the sky and one of the bedroom windows..
Sitting in the dead end lounge could be unsettling, too many horror films had dead end rooms like this, a trap, no way out from an axe wielding, unhinged nutter who could be approaching quickly. One way in and one way out
However, luckily the story I am about to tell relies on no medieval weapons or mental illness.
It began one evening as we sat in dimmed lighting watching some mediocre film, idly glancing up out of the high window, the inky blue sky gazed back. My bedroom window blended in with the darkness and silhouettes of rooftops reached up making angular shapes. Feeling relaxed and content in the cosy warmth. my attention returned to my friends and the television.
Attempting to focus on the film again, where the plot wasn’t thickening, I found myself getting fidgety and bored, too easy to guess the outcome and terrible dialogue. The low lighting meant reading wasn’t an option so reverted to the only decent thing to do at times like these, make some tea.
Standing up to have a good long stretch, I naturally looked up at the ceiling and out of the high window towards the sky, again, something was different, a large patch of yellow was in the middle of my view as I took in the curious sight of my bedroom lights now being on. No-one had left the room and the house was empty and all the people who were in happened to be in this lounge. Had someone sneaked in and accidentally knocked the dimmer switch as they snooped around my things?
“Hey! The lights in my bedroom are on” I announced to everyone,
“Eh?”someone uttered as heads turned away from the tv.
“The light in your bedroom is on? You must have left them on and forgot” Sarah said
“Nah, I was looking out of that window 10 minutes ago at the sky and it definitely wasn’t on”
“Shit, someone has broken in while we’ve been watching tv”
All four film watchers got up and gathered to have a look.
“Can you see any movement?” asked Martin
We all stared for a few seconds.
“Listen!’ can anyone hear anything?
Holding our breath we all strained to hear draws being opened, doors of the wardrobe or footsteps, nothing, no sounds at all.
“Fuck, Will, are you up for a stampede? What have we got to arm ourselves with?” said Martin
“Cheeky bastard, low life scumbag, should we go slowly and stealthy or charge? We’ll surprise him, be careful mate, he could be armed or have a knife”
The two men sprang into action, Goddess Bless them, fearlessly bolting up the stairs, shouting as they went. Us women stayed downstairs waiting for the sound of screams and banging as the burglar was apprehended. None came.
Two minutes later they both came down looking puzzled.
“Can’t see anything, we looked around your room, and all the others, saw nothing, thank God, probably a glitch or some electrical surge, we switched the lights off, phew that was a rush”.
Satisfied with the answer, we all settled down and carried on watching the rubbish film, waiting for our pulses and adrenalin levels to return to normal.
Ten minutes later the lights in the bedroom were on again.
“Aargh! The lights are on again!” Sophie squealed
“You have got to be kidding….”
We all got up, rushed to the window and peered through at the unexpected yellow glow,
“What the hell?”said Martin, “That’s so weird, if there was a surge we’d have seen the light bulbs dip or something and why would there be a surge…we don’t get surges”
“There can’t be anything up there, but we need to check again, we’ll all go”
Tentatively Sarah, Sophie and I crept up the stairs, behind Martin and William, who this time were armed with tennis racquets.
Our giggling exposed our nervousness as we held onto each other climbing the stairs.
“Sssshhhhhhh….” Sara said loudly
Bumping into each other we stopped before the landing, listening for noises,
“Can you see anything Mart?”
“Not sure yet, everyone listen!”
We all held our breath and listened, there was only silence. Martin and Will nudged the bedroom door open an inch, the light was still on, the room was empty, but it felt like something was present which made my stomach flip. A loud bang from behind us caused a chorus of screams, launching at the light switch, a single tap turned them off, we scrambled down the stairs, shrieking then laughing and truly spooked.
The light switches in my bedroom were dimmers, a single tap from your fingertip turned the lights on or off, if you kept your finger on the dimmer the lights slowly brightened or darkened, allowing you to create the perfect mood.
We were all rather confused about this mystery illumination.Two electricity surges that turned the lights on…just in the one room, with no other signs in the house? And as Martin said “We don’t get surges”.
During the following months, the bedroom lights kept turning on by themselves, one second they were off and the next they were on, we all witnessed it. Most of us got more reluctant to go and turn them off, not wanting to sense the eerie feeling on the landing and the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end.
We became intensely aware of the light situation in my bedroom, often looking up to check the status, one evening Sophie was staring into space and gasped
“Oh my God, Oh my God….I just saw the lights slowly turned on, as if someone had their finger resting on the dimmer switch, not a quick tap for instant light, but a slow brighten, what is up there doing that? I am NOT taking a look.”.
There was no-one in physical form upstairs at the time, we had all been downstairs when the lights came on.
It was freaky and I had o sleep in there every night.
Then other things started to happen.
In their peripheral vision Housemates saw swift moving Shadows travelling across the dining room or was it a trick of the light? No-one had mentioned it until a friend dropped by to have tea, sitting in the dining room he became alarmed by the sighting of something dashing by,
“Fuck! I’ve just seen something run across the room, I really did, It was like a small walking Shadow, what the fuck was that? Bloody hell!”.
“Oh thank goodness you have seen it, glad it’s not just me, yes, we have some mysterious things going on here, I am so relieved you have seen it, even though it is a bit unnerving at first”
Sarah was also sensitive to this Shadow. We both saw it around the house, out the corner of our eye. It was seen through the crack of the lounge door when it was open, favouring the kitchen and dining area, it was never seen upstairs.
We began to speak to it…after setting up protective candles, incense and playing chanting tracks.
“Hello, I know you are here and want to be noticed, I am open to listening to what you want”
Motionless, the Energy seemed to linger, maybe surprised at being addressed, weighing up our words, but no response came.
On occasions unusual sounds could be heard upstairs, not the wood cooling down or floorboards settling after the day kind of sounds but doors would open and a palpable sense of being stared at prevailed. Martin got fed up with the feeling on edge all the time and moved out.
My psychic friends would come around and comment there was a Spirit Energy around who wasn’t very happy, but it refused to communicate.
The activity started to accelerate, during the night my boyfriend Steve and I would wake up with the lights on, we’d lie there for a while building up the courage to run to the switch to tap them off again before returning quickly to the safety of the duvet, an hour later they would be on again. The switch was tried and tested, all was working perfectly. This went on for months, being woken up in the early hours with the lights glaring over the bed.
The presence roamed around the room one night in the dark, eventually waking me up, lying there, with adrenalin pumping, I asked again:
“Look, this isn’t a very relaxing way to go about things, what do you want? Just communicate in a way I’ll understand and let us see what we can do”
A few days later we were in bed, Steve was fast asleep, I stirred and turned over, as I did so the bedroom lights slowly brightened, as if a finger was resting on the switch, until the room was fully lit. I peeked over my duvet, to see who or what was standing at the light waking me up at this hour of the night? The clock glowed 3am.
“Yes, you are very clever, but it isn’t funny, I’ve asked you nicely” I responded from under the duvet until I shook my boyfriend awake so he could switch the lights off .
Lying awake, staring at shadows, I tried to calm myself down by breathing deeply, surrounding myself with protective Energy and tuning into my intuition. What did it want?
This slow brightening during the middle of the night became a regular occurrence.
About a month later after we had been watching funny animals on tv, to get us in a relaxed state for sleep, I eventually fell into a deep satisfying slumber. At 3.40am something began to disturb my peace, that adrenalin feeling, anxious sweating and a creeping sense of unease awoke me, I listened and then begrudgingly squinted at what was going on.
The lights were going mental, mad erratic flicking on and off as if someone were drumming all ten fingertips on the dimmer switch, rapid fire light pulses bounced off the walls and ceiling, they a furious feel
I squealed, heart hammering against my chest, horrified, confused looking at the frenzy above my head,
“Steve!” I yelled, as he was snoring next to me, he woke up to see the lights wildly flashing above his head,
“What the fuck…?” he said and sat taking the sight in for a few seconds before jumping out of bed and tapping the lights off and then on again, where they returned to normal. He stood tapping the dimmer in every way he could to replicate what he’d just seen and couldn’t.
“What the hell is going on?” he said,
“Jeez, that was so scary, how long were they doing that for?”
“I am shaking, that really gave me a fright, not sure how long, I woke up and they were going mad”
“It gave me a fright too, jeez, look at my hands” he held his shaky hands out for me to see
After calming down and gathering our wits about us, we tried to go back to sleep, Steve was out within a minute but I stayed awake, alert and afraid.
Pulling the duvet up to the bridge of my nose, I peered out into the bedroom. My heart continued to race with adrenalin fight or flight, which reaction was natural to me? Well, I was still here in the room, so a fighter I must be…The train of thought was a welcomed distraction, I rolled over to cuddle up to Steve, turning my back would be good defence to all that crazy vibe, the contact felt comforting and safe.
Trying to concentrate on getting back to sleep proved troublesome, yet bit by bit the adrenalin ebbed away, brain fuzziness approached, shock began to subside and that drifting sleepy sensation came closer.
I got jolted awake again by a very firm and decisive shove to my butt. It was as if I’d been kicked in the arse. The whole bed rocked, Steve jumped up saying:
“What the fuck was that? The bed is rocking, what the fuck is going on?”
“I have just been kicked in the arse by a ghost” I replied
“You just kicked me in the arse! For Fuck’s sake, you have got to be kidding! This has GOT TO STOP.” I shouted into the darkness.
Obviously I didn’t get anymore sleep that night and vowed to do some in depth investigation, I kept asking it to let me know and to communicate in a way that I understood what it wanted and what was it so pissed off about.
The next day was dedicated to finding out more about the history of the house, previous owners and tenants.
Asking around the neighbours it didn’t take long to join the dots. I don’t know why I hadn’t done this sooner, but no-one likes talking about what has gone on before in a home if it is disturbing.
The truth came out via hushed tones. It is not the kind of information you give to potential buyers or tenants, that the previous owner, Betty, had fallen down the stairs and subsequently died on the spot from her injuries. The property agents and her Son had thought better of revealing the facts behind the reason the house was up for rent or sale.
All the pennies dropped into place knowing this information. Evidently I had moved into Betty’s room and the Spirit Essence of Betty didn’t realize she didn’t live there anymore and the room wasn’t hers, the sudden jolt out of her body with the accident had meant she was a bit confused as to why these two people were in her bedroom. The Spirit Essence of Betty was angry and irritated that others were in her house, especially in her bedroom, she wanted us out.
My psychic friends came around again and we began speaking to Betty, telling her what had happened and the resulting intermingling of Energies, the different realms overlapping temporarily before she moved on. We did a ceremony to release Betty, sending her home to Divine Astral Light. The atmosphere in the house immediately changed, as the weeks went by, everything calmed down and returned to normal, Betty was finally at Peace and so were we!
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