by
lyndlj
@ 2006-12-09 - 09:19:03
I went for a walk beneath a beautiful sky, for the first time in a while at night, the clouds were gone and the moon and stars filled the heavens, admittedly it was cold, but at least it was not raining!
For some reason last night I began thinking about the uncanny things that I had witnessed, what some people class as supernatural, we classed as normal.
My first brush with the spirit world happened when I was quite young, we had moved here about two years earlier and life had changed dramatically from when we lived in Singapore. Firstly there was the cold to contend with, winter had appeared a few short months after we had moved in, and though we had gazed in wonder at the beautiful snow as it fell, we soon felt its cold bite.
Rain didn't bother us, nothing that Yorkshire could bring compared to the monsoons as far as rain went, the difference was in the fact that the rain was cold.
So to us, the fact that it was a cold house was not unusual, it was a cold county. Only when things started to move and break, and fly across the room, did we realise that we had a lodger. Things had gone 'missing' but it was put down to childish pranks and the two oldest boys were constantly being told off for this. Then the fun really began.
It was about one in the morning when we heard a loud crash and the entire family woke and flew downstairs, we kids thought it was mother, she was accident prone ( At least thats what we were told then to cover the bruises etc) but no, she was coming down the stairs too. When we reached the kitchen we found mothers best glass dishes shattered on the Kitchen floor.
Now these dishes were kept at the top of the cellar steps, in a cupboard, the cellar door was barred from the kitchen side, we looked and it was still barred. We had all come down the stairs together, there was no explanation. The one thing I remember was The Male Parent saying in a low voice " No, not again" That was the beginning.
The playful spirit, poltergeist, whatever you wish to name it, created havoc in the house for weeks, it would hide things, it would pull my hair, it flew things across the room. We learnt to ignore it, and duck, we talked to it, though it never talked back. If we couldn't find anything, we would turn round and say, what have you done with it?
It picked on Mother mostly, The Male Parent was at camp through the week, and Mother was the target. It would pick up her hair brushes when she was sat trying to get ready in a morning, it smashed the little glass dishes on her dressing table when she chose to ignore it. Then one day it had been particurlarly active through the night, and had kept us awake with its messing about, Mother was tired and when she tried to sit at the dressing table and do her hair, once again it pinched her brushes, only this time it started throwing things at her, one of the brushes hit her and she jumped up, we were huddled in the doorway, watching her getting mad, she picked up the brush and threw it at the wall " Thats it! I have had enough, go find someone else to torment, I am not putting up with it any longer!! " She shouted while she was throwing things.
That was the last time we were ever plagued by it, if it still lived with us, it didnt show itself through doing anything wrong, apart from the occasional item going missing.
