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MissMorrigan -> RE: The paranormal and ghost and spirits (4/3/2008 11:37:02 AM)
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My grandfather, that died in the house my mother owns, used to sit on the end of his bed. I went to stay with my mother when she became ill some years ago and ended up sleeping in the same room which used to be my grandfather's bedroom. Infact, the bed was in the same place (not the same bed, of course). And one of my wardrobes was actually his old Tallboy. I'd be sitting in bed reading, have a cat laying by the side of me purring away. Then suddenly the cat would stop purring, flatten itself down and its eyes would go jet black, staring towards 'nothing'. I'd move my foot around only to feel a solid mass on the bed. I knew it was my grandfather and as soon as I'd say, "I'm trying to relax here, get off the bed you old bugger" it would go and the cat would relax again.
I also have two witnesses to an event that occurred in the bedroom (such filthy minds!). We were all in the lounge one night, my old bedroom is right over the lounge. I could hear lots of bumps and bangs upstairs and thought it was the cats playing about, but it got louder to the point I got up to check on them only to find them both warming themselves by the radiator and clearly having just woken up. Told the folks the cats weren't responsible, so father followed me up the stairs (mum trailing behind us both lol) and we went into my room only to find that the wardrobe doors had been opened, the drawers pulled out and the contents all over the room. I ALWAYS lock my wardrobes b/c of the cats getting into them and getting their fur all over my clothes.
When my marriage was going through the final stages - amicably, I have to say, no animosity. I still lived in London and sharing the home with my soon-to-be ex husband some strange things began occuring, such as he'd being me a cup of tea, I always leave it to cool down slightly before drinking, but would reach for my cup only to find nothing in it. I'd of course think he was having me on, but he'd insist he did bring me a cup of tea.
Another occasion, I walked into the kitchen to find a big red bubble on the floor, almost as if someone had dropped a huge red jelly tot which had somewhat melted, slightly raised but a perfect dome. No drops would leave to/from it and after checking us/the cats to see if any of us were bleeding, it was obvious none of us were. I touched the blob and it was enough to disrupt the surface so that it spread across the floor of the kitchen. It was certainly blood. The final event was when we both had a solicitors appointment. I was running late, had my blouse in the tumble drier, the kind where you have to put the hose out of the window. I asked my then hubby to get my blouse out of the drier and then to pull in the hose and lock the window. We finished getting ready, got onto the bus and asked him if he'd remembered to pull in the hose and lock the window... he'd forgotten! I couldn't miss the appointment, so we rushed through it and then got a cab home only to find that the hose had not only been pulled in with the window shut/locked, but the hose itself was coiled back up and fitted inside the tumble drier with the door shut. That's something I NEVER did.
I telephoned a university in London that researches paranormal activity and explained what was happening to me/the house, etc... the guy I spoke with got someone else to phone me up several minutes later. We discussed what had occurred at length, he then invited me to go in for a week's sleep study, explaining that he was certain that what was occuring was nothing ghostlike, etc... but more a case of specific energies that manifest themselves in such a way but in accordance to our emotions, which kind of makes sense.. but is still very scary b/c imagine if you could control that kind of thing? I declined the sleep study, but only due to personal fears.
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