posted on Sep, 24 2015 @ 06:06 AM
So the audio was sent to my mum, and so was a copy of the teams results. They told a story of a man by the name of Jacob Waitley, and how he lived
where our place was located, in a windmill (my road was called windmill road). His grandaughter fell down the stairs in the windmill and broke her
neck and died. On the audio Recording, a sound of a rocking chair can be heard, constantly creaking, then all of a sudden there is a huge *SIGH* which
my mum said totally freaked her out. The explanation we got was this man Jacob Waitley was watching over me at night, like i was one of his children
and he was protecting me, but there were other spirits in the house, and one of a lady who seemed quite angry. All the while bare in mind i did not
know all of this, the only thing my mum told me was that the guy was watching over me and not to worry. (Easy right?!)
Anyway after they left, that's when things got rather nasty.
Ok so one night I'm lying in bed listening to music, staring out my window into space, when I get a feeling that my curtains are going to move, so my
attention shifts to them. As it does my curtains fly open with such a force that they almost came off. I literally screamed and ran into my mums room.
I told her i was'nt going to stay in that room any longer. We agreed to move my bed into my mums room. Now keep in mind im in high school, im no
little boy anymore, but im that scared I want to sleep in my mums room. Even reminiscing about this is freaking me a bit. That night, my mum woke up
and right in front of her face, but upside down, coming out of the wall, was a lady, a lady with "the most evil angry face i have ever seen in my
life" Mums words. My mum shouted, waved her arms and turned on the lamp, after she calmed a little she said she went to the toilet and when she came
back, i was being dragged out of my bed by something. she dove onto me shouting "you are not taking my son!" at which point i woke up thinking what
the hell was happening.
She instantly called the paranormal investigators back and told them it has got really bad since, and they asked had my mum changed anything in the
house. She told them my bed was now in her room because of what happened, and they told her that " 'they' dont like that, you will have to change it
back. At this point we looked for another place to live, unsuccessfully, until the council decided they were going to make new houses on this land,
and paid everyone £2000 to find new property and decorate etc. Me and my mum, out of the probable 200 people in them 2 sets of maisonettes, were the
last to move out.
The last ever event i had in that place was after we moved out. We had recently changed house, same area, and I wanted to obtain my cat scratching
post I had left in the flat. I asked a group of friends to go with me, friends that knew my stories of ghosts, and wanted to 'check out some scary
sh*t' with me.
We arrived at the maisonettes, all the windows had metal plating over them, all the doors were boarded up except for one, a few doors down from ours,
its board was partially broken. Now as some of you know, and some of you don't know, in maisonettes, a fire safety precaution is to have a breakable
square of wall from one flat to another, in the event someone is trapped in a fire, they can easily break through to next door. Its usually located in
the master bedroom. So we entered into the flat a few doors down and decided we would make our way through the breakable walls. So in we go, first
flat, through the wall, so far so good. Next flat, awesome, this is easy. We get to the flat next to ours, and we hear a bang. We all look at each
other in that excited but scared way teenagers do, and we start to scurry a bit quicker. We get into our old flat and its absolute darkness
downstairs. Noone would go with me downstairs to get the cat scratching post, so i braved it and ran downstairs. As i did we hear the banging again,
louder and louder, getting closer, like someone with stone shoes was charging through the flats. I got the post and ran upstairs and seen my friends
jump out of the window, they didnt even factor in that we were at the top of maisonettes, they just jumped, landed in glass, didnt even care, got up
and ran. Im the last to get out the window, with this cat scratching post in my arm, and the sound is right behind me now, its right there behind me.
I didnt even look i just jumped out that fu**ing window and ran for my life. I never went back.
Now to this day I have never had any extreme experiences like that, but I have never forgotten. It was the initial thing that got me into noetic
sciences and all the awesomeness of the quantum world, as my research into this matter led me away from 'A dead person who hasn't crossed over
because...' I no longer personally believe they were ghosts. When i refer to these stories now, i refer to them as entities, and I believe that there
are entities we cant perceive normally, but during our times as children, we function in generally an alpha and theta state of brainwave activity. I
believe this is very important as to what we perceive. I also think that states of high stress, anxiety and sadness increase this type of activity, as
clearly i was going through a turbulent time in my life.
So there are my experiences, as best as I can remember them, and my personal thoughts on what i think happened. Im 30 years old now, and still to this
day don't have conclusive definition of what they were.
So ATS, what do you think these entities are? what are your experiences, and what do you think is the best way that we could study this particular
Thank you very much for your time.