Post by wulfcwen on Jan 15, 2007 15:15:31 GMT
OK this happened to me when I was a girl of around 10 years of age.
At that time we lived on the London Brick Company Hostel that my parents ran ( My Father was the manager, Mother was in charge of the Kitchen) the hostel was home to 180 men from all over Europe.
Any way we had our own quarters in a large block it was named the Managers Bungalow. We had three bedrooms and for reasons I won't go into I shared a bedroom with my Mother. My brother and Father had their own bedrooms.
Well one Saturday night after being allowed to stay up late I went to bed and my Mother followed a while later, I was still awake.
After getting into her bed she found she had left her glasses in the living room on the coffee table and asked me to get them for her.
With all the grace of a 10 year old I got out of bed and mumbled as I walked down the corridor to the living room. I put my hand round the door and turned on the light and froze to the spot.
I stood wide eyed at what I saw.
I saw long tables with food on them with steam coming from the dishes, straw and herbs on the floor and two huge shaggy dogs laying in the middle of the room.
I could smell the food, straw and herbs and the dogs. I had bare feet and could even feel the straw.
Then the dogs got up and walked toward me I backed up out of the room turned and ran back to the bedroom.
My Mother was not happy and simply told me to stop being stupid and that it was about time I got over being afraid of the dark and to go and get her glasses.
I reluctantly went back I peered into the room and everything was normal. I made a dash to the coffee table picked up the glasses turned out the light and ran back to the bedroom.
It took me ages to get of to sleep.
The next morning I told my Father what had happened. He smiled and said I had a gift and not to be afraid. I described what I had seen and he eventually found out that the quarters we were in had once been the site of a Saxon Long-house.
Had I seen what was once there?
Later on I was to see a man whilst doing the washing up he was there one minute and gone the next. He stood looking at me through the window as he stood on the path and smiled at me. Again I described him to my Father and he found a picture that was similar to the man I had seen, he was an Anglo-Saxon, the man I saw was dressed in similar clothing.
Since then I have been able to sense things about a place and have seen or heard things that others have not.
Like the airing cupboard door in one house we lived in at Leyland with my husband ( 1999).
It was a stiff door to open and close and a firm fit so you had to pull hard to open or close it. No amount of adjustment made the slightest difference to it.
Well I would go up stairs and the door would be open. I would close it, go up again during the day and it would be open again.
Also I could be sat downstairs and I could hear someone walk across the landing and open the bedroom door. I would go up there and both the bedroom and airing cupboard door would be open.
I could also feel someone stood by my side as did the washing up. It was strange but not frightening. Who it was I have no idea but I did find out that the house was built on what was farm land and the farmhouse had been there at one time. I got to the stage where I would say 'If you must open the door could you please close it behind you?' they never did.
My husband also heard someone walking across the landing and saw a shadow of a person in the hallway and often found the bedroom or airing cupboard door open so it was not just me. Once my neighbour was surprised to us come back home from shopping as she was sure we were in as she had heard someone walk up the stairs and walk across our landing and close a door. Our stairs were by her living room and she could hear us walk up the stairs they creaked a lot as well.
The last place we were in before moving to the flat was different I did not like that place at all. I would make sure I was doing something if I was alone in the place to keep me occupied anything as long as I did not have to be downstairs. I would not walk around the place without a light on when it was dark either. Even my cat Jet was nervous in there and would run from something and hiss at what she could see but I could not. I was very happy to move from there.
Here it is different it has a happy feel to the place it felt like home from the first time I walked into it even though it was filthy and needed re-decorating in every room. I knew this was home.
At that time we lived on the London Brick Company Hostel that my parents ran ( My Father was the manager, Mother was in charge of the Kitchen) the hostel was home to 180 men from all over Europe.
Any way we had our own quarters in a large block it was named the Managers Bungalow. We had three bedrooms and for reasons I won't go into I shared a bedroom with my Mother. My brother and Father had their own bedrooms.
Well one Saturday night after being allowed to stay up late I went to bed and my Mother followed a while later, I was still awake.
After getting into her bed she found she had left her glasses in the living room on the coffee table and asked me to get them for her.
With all the grace of a 10 year old I got out of bed and mumbled as I walked down the corridor to the living room. I put my hand round the door and turned on the light and froze to the spot.
I stood wide eyed at what I saw.
I saw long tables with food on them with steam coming from the dishes, straw and herbs on the floor and two huge shaggy dogs laying in the middle of the room.
I could smell the food, straw and herbs and the dogs. I had bare feet and could even feel the straw.
Then the dogs got up and walked toward me I backed up out of the room turned and ran back to the bedroom.
My Mother was not happy and simply told me to stop being stupid and that it was about time I got over being afraid of the dark and to go and get her glasses.
I reluctantly went back I peered into the room and everything was normal. I made a dash to the coffee table picked up the glasses turned out the light and ran back to the bedroom.
It took me ages to get of to sleep.
The next morning I told my Father what had happened. He smiled and said I had a gift and not to be afraid. I described what I had seen and he eventually found out that the quarters we were in had once been the site of a Saxon Long-house.
Had I seen what was once there?
Later on I was to see a man whilst doing the washing up he was there one minute and gone the next. He stood looking at me through the window as he stood on the path and smiled at me. Again I described him to my Father and he found a picture that was similar to the man I had seen, he was an Anglo-Saxon, the man I saw was dressed in similar clothing.
Since then I have been able to sense things about a place and have seen or heard things that others have not.
Like the airing cupboard door in one house we lived in at Leyland with my husband ( 1999).
It was a stiff door to open and close and a firm fit so you had to pull hard to open or close it. No amount of adjustment made the slightest difference to it.
Well I would go up stairs and the door would be open. I would close it, go up again during the day and it would be open again.
Also I could be sat downstairs and I could hear someone walk across the landing and open the bedroom door. I would go up there and both the bedroom and airing cupboard door would be open.
I could also feel someone stood by my side as did the washing up. It was strange but not frightening. Who it was I have no idea but I did find out that the house was built on what was farm land and the farmhouse had been there at one time. I got to the stage where I would say 'If you must open the door could you please close it behind you?' they never did.
My husband also heard someone walking across the landing and saw a shadow of a person in the hallway and often found the bedroom or airing cupboard door open so it was not just me. Once my neighbour was surprised to us come back home from shopping as she was sure we were in as she had heard someone walk up the stairs and walk across our landing and close a door. Our stairs were by her living room and she could hear us walk up the stairs they creaked a lot as well.
The last place we were in before moving to the flat was different I did not like that place at all. I would make sure I was doing something if I was alone in the place to keep me occupied anything as long as I did not have to be downstairs. I would not walk around the place without a light on when it was dark either. Even my cat Jet was nervous in there and would run from something and hiss at what she could see but I could not. I was very happy to move from there.
Here it is different it has a happy feel to the place it felt like home from the first time I walked into it even though it was filthy and needed re-decorating in every room. I knew this was home.