a long time ago when I was around 15 years old, but i can still remember
My family had moved home and almost as soon as we'd settled in weird things started to happen. We would be woken in the night by terrible banging from downstairs, yet as soon as anyone got out of bed to check it would stop instantly!
When we went downstairs and opened the lounge door, our two pet dogs would run past us trembling and hide under the bed upstairs. This happened practically every night, along with footsteps coming up and down the stairs and various voices and laughing (and on one occasion moaning)
One of the main things that we (and everyone who came to the house) noticed was a horrible feeling of dread coming when down the stairs. About halfway down, it would feel as though something was standing behind you watching and it just felt like something bad ...
Anyway:- one evening I went to bed and in the middle of the night was woken by something holding me by the wrists and pulling me across the room towards the door.
I was the most frightened I had ever been and my heart was banging! I thought to myself
Then, mercifully, I must have passed out....
When I woke again, it was morning and I was in my bed!
I am obviously aware that everyone will say it was just a bad dream, but I've had plenty of bad dreams and this just wasn't like one of those! It had a different quality to it that can't be put into words, but it seemed so real and it scared me for a long time.
My story doesn't end there however! I didn't tell anyone what had happened, because I didn't want to scare them: things were bad enough already!
A few years later I was talking to my sister about all the weird things that had happened when we lived at home and I told her about the dream. She looked shocked and said that exactly the same thing had happened to her! We also found that we had both turned round on the stairs and seen a black shadow leaning over the banister watching us. We both gave the same description of it: it was a large black silhouette of a man with hair in a seventies type afro style!
|A tale from a US correspondent........|
My story concerns an event
that happened not too long ago....
A story from US correspondent
In the early 1980's as a
single Mom, my adolescent daughter and I lived in P------d , Oregon, U.S.A.
and loved to take day trips to the Oregon Coast. On one such trip, I purchased
2 pieces of art work on lay-away and arranged to pick them up 2 weeks
later. On the appointed day, we took another journey to the coastal town
and spent a lovely day enjoying the sand, surf and salt air, as well as
completing the purchase of the art work.