I have had many surreal experiences, and due to my fathers job in the military I have also moved house a lot. The experiences tend to occur more
frequently in certain houses, while other houses have nothing happen in them. I'll only write about a few things on here for now.
When I was a young child we had a house in Edinburgh, a pretty ordinary block of terraced houses that by all accounts, were pretty modern. Not ultra
trendy, but also not terrifically old. When we moved in I was holding my nose, the place stank and every memory I have of living there is one of doom
and gloom. It had a horrible, oppressive atmosphere, the likes of which I have never encountered since, and I've visited Alcatraz.
One morning when my father was working and my mother was still in bed, I had woken up early and gone down to get some cereal. I was sitting in the
livingroom eating it and watching cartoons when I heard the unmistakable sound of the fridge door opening. This would have been impossible for a
person to do, as the kitchen door was also open with the fridge directly behind it. We always had to close the kitchen door to get anything out of the
fridge. The kitchen was tiny.
So there I am staring at the door, spoon halfway to my mouth, listening to a loud crackling and rustling coming from that area, followed by the fridge
door shutting again. I was the only one down there that morning. We have never had pets and I am an only child.
In that same house, with that same fridge, quite often the lid from the milk bottles (screw top plastic ones) would be off, lying next to the bottle.
This isn't something anyone in the house would have done.
When we moved to Cyprus for a short stay I had a raft of experiences on another level completely.
I lived close to the school, and my friend had to pass my house to get there, so we walked to school together every single morning. One morning I was
faffing about in the kitchen waiting for him, and there he was right on time. I saw him through the window with a young boy that I had seen the
previous day, and they were both glowing in a golden light, so much so that I was about to mention in to him.
Now, the space between that window and the door is literally one foot, and another two feet to the back gate which faces out directly onto the area I
saw my friend. I got out there and no one was around. Not a soul. I looked in both directions, and no one was there, and they would not have had
enough time to move anywhere else from the couple of seconds it took me to leave the house.
It turns out my friend was lying in bed all day that day with extreme food poisoning, which his mother confirmed. I never saw the other boy again, and
this was a small school where you would recognise such a distinctive kid. I also don't put this down to a trick of the light or eyes, because I saw
them talking to each other, gesturing, that kind of thing.
Cyprus also presented me with more shadow ghosts than I have ever seen in my life before or since.
Finally, we became home owners. I say we, my parents did, I just tag along.
The house in question was being sold because the womans husband and
disabled daughter had passed away and she didn't have the use of such a large home. They both had died on the premises, I am unsure of which rooms
One night I was in my bedroom reading a book at stupid o'clock. There was a cacaphonous CRACK from the hallway and I jumped out of my skin. We're
not talking ordinary wood-creaking from the house settling in the cold of night. This was more like a whip or the combined forces of a tesla coil
letting loose for one split second. My mother flew into my room to ask what the hell that was, but my father had slept right through it. I still
can't understand that till this day. It was beyond loud, which my mother agrees with. There was nothing damaged in the hallway.
We didn't have that house for long. Something was off about it.
On another note, this is just a feeling, but I am scared of water and swimming. I don't float well, so I don't bother with such things. When I watch
documentaries about the Titanic I cannot take my eyes off the screen. I have some wierd connection there. If I had access to past life regression I
would be surprised if I didn't have something to do with that ship.