September 18, 2009
The Scream in the Night
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Laura - Yorkshire, England - 2000
I had grown up living in the same house from me being approx 18 months old
to 15 years. I had always had the tiny "box room" and my older brother had
the larger room, with my Mum and Dad in the middle room. When we moved house
when I was 15, our new house was a dormer bungalow with one downstairs
bedroom and two upstairs bedrooms. My parents said because I had always had
the box room, I could have my pick of the upstairs bedrooms (being the
youngest they didn't want me downstairs alone) I obviously picked the
biggest bedroom which looked out onto a huge farm. My brother had the room
next door. We moved in on a Friday in November and me and Mum spent the
Saturday putting ornaments, pictures, etc., in place.
A huge part of this story which will unfold, is that my Mum had one brother,
his wife, Auntie Dee, couldn't have children but
really wanted them,
when my mother had my brother, Auntie Dee found it hard to accept, but when
Mum had me it made things worse as My Auntie's perfect family would have
been a boy and a younger girl. My Auntie was then brutally murdered in
another country when I was 18 months old.
As mum put up some really old pictures in our new house of cows standing in
a field, I said to her, "Mum, they are awful, don't put them up in the new
house." Her reply was, "Auntie Dee bought them, don't say that. What's wrong
with them?" Just as she said that both pictures flew across the room going
nowhere near the television, but the television turned off and we never
got it to work again. Mum kind of brushed the whole thing under the carpet
and said it was nothing, but it scared me half to death.
Quite a long time after this, I was in my bed. Because the room was so big I
had two single beds with a bedside chest in between with a lamp on it. I was
reading a book when it looked like a man with a rain coat was standing in
the field staring into my bedroom. It didn't bother me too much as my big
brother was next door and my Dad was sleeping right below me. But after an
hour or so of reading I decided to get out of bed and check. as I opened my
bedroom window to take a proper look, I quickly realized it was a horse
facing my way, but at the same time I heard a scream, not from outside, but
as if someone was standing right next to me screaming like they were being
murdered. I jumped into my bed convinced any second my brother and dad would
come to find out what the scream was. I reached for the lamp on the bedside
chest, although it was dark, it was nowhere near pitch black, so I could
see. Every time my hand got within inches of the lamp, it moved away from
me. I was in total panic at this point, wondering where my brother and dad
were (why hadn't they come to find out what the scream was!?). The walls
were paper thin in our house then and you could hear
everything so
why didn't they come? I was so scared I couldn't shout for them or even go
find them. I just laid in bed hoping they would come. Then as if someone was
standing at the foot of the bed, my covers were being pulled. I had to pull
them up as hard as I could to keep myself covered. I had to use both hands,
so I gave up trying to get to the lamp. The main light switch was at the
other side of the bedroom and nothing would have got me out of the bed.
Eventually the covers were still and I went to sleep. I told my parents and
brother what happened, they said they never heard anything at all and I must
have been dreaming, but I hadn't even gone to sleep yet that night. After
that I slept on the sofa for about two months and
never went in that
room alone until eventually Dad swapped mine and my brother's rooms over.
Then, years later when I was about 22, I went to see a clairvoyant and as
soon as I got there, she said, "You want answers, someone has done something
to you and you want to know why and who." I immediately knew she was talking
about that night. Later the clairvoyant said, "There is a lady here called
Dee, she is laughing and saying, 'I pulled the covers and I moved the lamp,
but I won't bother you anymore, I can't anyway.' Does this make sense to
you?" I said yes. I was then told that my grandparents who died when I was
21 were both very strong spirits, and because I was so afraid of spirits my
grandparents wouldn't ever let a spirit get through to me. I believe this is
what Dee meant when she said, "I won't bother you anymore, I can't."
I am now 25, I sleep with the lamp and light on
every night and until
very recently when I moved out of home, slept with my giant poodle that dad
bought me to try persuade me to sleep in the dark (it didn't work). I now
live with my partner so I have to sleep in the dark, but he knows if he even
gets up to use the bathroom in the night he must switch lamp on. If I woke
up alone in the dark I would be so so so frightened.
