posted on Jul, 4 2009 @ 12:47 PM
Talking to my mother the other day, I was reminded of this weird experience I had as a kid. I can't offer any proof, it was something only I
experienced and it was a long time ago now and I only vaguely remember it - so here's the best I've got.
I grew up in a large village in the Southeast of England, coming from a large family, most of whom were local. It must've been around 1981-2 that my
Uncle and Aunt who had just got married moved into a flat above the undertakers where my Uncle worked. The undertakers no longer exists, but was an
old family run business and catered to the surrounding communities (it's now a tool hire shop). I'm fairly sure though that my experience isn't
related to it being an undertakers.
I must've been around 3 or 4 at the time, because it was in my pre-school years, old enough to toddle around and walk about a mile with my mum to
visit them when I moved in. Even though I was from a large family, at the time I was the only child from my mums' 5 brothers and sisters and the
first of my nans' grandchildren, so I got plenty of attention from a doting and kind family. So we went to visit my Aunt and Uncles new flat, there
was a large forecourt area and you went into their flat around the side of the main building and then up a flight of stairs, only the first time I
went there, we went through the door and I flatly refused to go any further than the foot of the stairs, I said there was a "big dog" at the top of
the stairs and that it was "mean and angry", no one else could see this dog, but I inisisted that it was there and it scared me. My nan took me to
feed the ducks down the road instead, which was nice of her.
What I find strange is that I've always been a dog lover, my great-grandma used to have a dog that I adored, a little jack russel, some people up the
road had a great dane and a collie and I used to ride on the back of the great dane, lovely animal. I remember the collie was a bit "bitey" and
moody, but I wasn't scared of it, I just didn't annoy it. I was quite a smart little kid, I had loads of attention, being the only child from a
massive family, so I always had someone to read to me or play games, so maybe I developed quite fast (not that it matters). Strangely though, no one
could talk me into going up those stairs, we went back a few times, but I always saw this dog and couldn't be talked into going any further...
although looking back on it, it seems strange no one just carried me up the stairs. I spoke to my Uncle about this a few years back and he said they
never felt settled in the flat, but that nothing strange ever happened there apart from what happened with me - I think they only lived there for a
year before moving to a house.
I've only had 1 other experience in my teen years that was kind of similar, but totally unrelated and (maybe) I'm quite empathic, I'm really good
at picking up on peoples true natures and moods, but I don't think this is a special talent.
Any thoughts on this?