September 8, 2008
My Haunted Childhood
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T.C., Norfolk, England, UK, Ongoing
The house we lived in was in Long Stratton, Norfolk. My bedroom was
extremely cold and depressing, even though I was very young I knew there was
something wrong. I could hear things moving in my room and on several
occasions remember struggling with something that was trying to push my eyes
in. My parents put it down to my imagination and refused to accept that the
house was haunted. Until one day my mum said she and my dad laid in bed
listening to me bouncing a ball off the wall for ages and heard the light
switch snapping on and off continually. The noises were not made by me, I
had no ball, and I was too scared to even get out of bed. My mum said she
tried to come into my room but the door was locked. I
never locked my
door. I was terribly upset by these events, which happened many times. My
dad agreed to spend a night in my room to see for himself what the fuss was
about but nothing happened.
There were low voices or whispers of people talking among themselves in my
room. Sometimes I felt a poke or a prod. This went on for many years and
although I was frightened beyond words, I do not believe that this was a
harmful presence. Although my parents did not believe in anything paranormal
going on, my mum experienced some things. She was alone in the house and
standing at the kitchen sink washing the dishes when something barged right
into her and nearly knocked her off her feet. On another occasion when she
was alone, she heard someone in my brother's bedroom clearing his throat and
coughing, she said it sounded just like an old man, but as soon as she
opened the door it stopped and there was nobody inside the room.
Often we would hear someone walking around upstairs when all five of us were
downstairs together in the same room. My dad would be the first to point out
the noise even though he said it was "all in our imagination." My mum and I
once sat and watched the door handle turn and rattle for no apparent reason.
Once I was redecorating the house and I had some ceiling tiles to fix on to
the ceiling. Everything was going well until I got to the light fitting in
the middle, I could not get the piece of tile to fit no matter how I tried.
My brothers and even my mum had a go at fixing it in place, but none of us
could. In the end we just gave up and left it. We had our lunch and on
returning my mum had a huge smile on her face. She looked at me and said
something like, "Oh you managed to fix it after all," which I had not, but
there it was, all neatly trimmed to size and perfectly positioned in place.
My brother was alone in his bedroom polishing his shoes when somebody sat
down beside him and started talking to him, he was frozen with fear. I used
to come home from school at lunchtime as I lived opposite the school. And on
one occasion I came home to find my parents running around frantically
trying to put out a fire in the outhouse, only there was no fire. There was
thick, choking smoke billowing from the scullery entrance but no fire. My
dad ran next door to see if they had a fire, but there was none. After a
short while the smoke cleared and we looked to see what had caused the fire,
but there was absolutely no trace of a fire. Once, a lid unscrewed itself
from a jar of marmalade and skitted across the kitchen. Then there was the
chocolate. My mum was at home alone cleaning and just doing the housework as
usual, when she came upon squares of chocolate placed in strange locations
throughout the house. This went on for several days, and would you believe,
she actually ate them as she came across them? Well, what would you have
done!?
