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Born into a Haunted House

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A lot of people ask, "what got you started in this passion?"

Well, I was born into a supposedly haunted house.  In fact if any of you have watched the Black Adder series, season 2 where Edmund goes to seek advice from the wisewoman about his attraction to his servant , bob, then my claim to fame is that the wise woman's father in real life was supposedly the 'ghost' in our house.

It started even before I was born.  My parents purchased the house prior to their honeymoon and whilst away my grandparents decided it would be a nice surprise to decorate it for them.  My grandparents would put the lids back on the paint pots and place them neatly in a corner at the end of a day, only to return to find them hurled across the room the next morning.

Of course then the children were born, including myself, and strange things were experienced by us all.  It seemed to be centred upstairs and as kids we would draw the short straw as to who would run up there and grab the hot water bottles.  Well, fortunately I wasn't included in that as I am a lot younger then my siblings by over 7 years.

Wardrobe doors would open and close (one sister has a phobia of having old style wardrobes in her house), items would be moved and reappear later, disembodied eyes were reported by my sisters being seen in the corner of their room.  My mum was the only one to physically see him, waking up one night to find a man at the foot of her bed.  She described him as having prominent eyes.  On talking to a neighbour one day, the subject came up and the neighbour fetched a photograph of the old owner of our house who had died.  He did indeed have prominent eyes.  He apparently had Graves Disease that made them bulge, much like Marty Feldman.  That would explain the link to eyes no doubt. 

My earliest childhood memory was of being in my bedroom and hearing raspy breathing coming from in the room with me.... like somebody struggling to breathe.  My second is my brothers toy daleks starting up on their own after I had sneaked into his bedroom to play (he always had more exciting toys... what can I say!)

It turned out that the gentleman who owned the house, had been at the local pub one New Year's Eve.  He had been returning home when he suffered severe head injuries.  There was conjecture as to whether he was mugged or had been drunk and fallen over a wall.  Whichever it was, it appeared he still was attached to his house.  His wife sold it to us as she couldn't cope being there anymore.  She would sleep downstairs as if she went upstairs she said could feel him there. 

One thing I do remember though is after we moved down the back lane to a bigger house... I would walk an extra block to avoid this house when visiting my friend who lived 2 doors down from it.  That fear followed me into my 20's and included me having to sleep with lights on for many years.

So this is why I got into research, I wanted answers... but not at the expense of lying to myself as to what it was which is why when I do investigate and research I try and keep it on a rational level.  I am happy to find answers whether natural or not so easy to explain!

So that is my early ghost story.  Now I look forward to hearing some of yours  :D

Great story Alison.

My first experience occured when I was very young, about 5/6 years old. I spent alot of time with my grandparents as a child and came from a very close family. My grandparents lived in the 'family' home of 20 odd years at Largs Bay. At the time my nana's mother (my great grandmother) was still alive and they built a two story townhouse which attatched to the main house for her to live in. I have such fond memories of my time spent in this house with my family that I would love to one day buy the property as it was the place where my nana was most happy.

I was very fond of my great grandma and loved climbing the stairs to say hello to her whenever I was visiting. On my visits I would also meet my great grandpa, he would sit at the top of the stairs in a comfy as you walked into the living area on the left hand side of the room. Most of the time he was smoking a pipe but he would never say anything and just sat there watching us. I remember being a little wary of him because he didn't smile at me. In recent times, after discussions with my mum and asking questions about my family I was to discover that he infact passed away many years before I was born.

My mum also had an experience with him walking through her bedroom after he had passed away. I still live in the local area and rumour has it that someone that once rented the property was convinced that the house was haunted. The house has been up for sale at least 4 times since my granparents lived there.

I have had two other experiences in recent times in the townhouse I live in but those stories are for another time :)

Hi Kathryn and welcome to our brand new forum :)  Good to see you are already making yourself at home.

I love hearing stories about 'friendly ghosts', after all, if it is true and ghosts do exist then my argument would be that they were only people once.  Somebody's child, parent or grandparent..  So why would the majority of ghosts want to harm people?  I would hope if I die tomorrow and become a ghost that I wouldn't suddenly become some evil monster lol.

What a wonderful story about your grandfather.  I can understand why you would really want to buy that house and bring it back into the family.  If your grandfather is still there I would imagine he would be happy for that too instead of having all those strangers there.  If I was in your shoes I would be tempted too.   Did he ever acknowledge you in any way or talk to you?

Would love to hear any other experiences you have had :)

Hi Alison,

Thanks for the welcome. He never spoke to me he was simply just there 'watching'.

I have had two experiences in my house. When I moved in, i always had a feeling that I wasnt alone and that there was someone always behind at the (left) of me. One day I was heading upstairs and something wacked me over the head causing me to duck and think 'what the'. No idea why, or who, but it rattled me. Sounds completely nuts but it made me head downstairs, grab my keys and leave for the rest of the day. The feeling that someone is 'here' has gone.


Maybe somebody trying to get your attention?  You said two times in the townhouse you live, what was the other one?
Do you have any background history to the house or the area?


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