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Don't be scared off by the rule list. Just come share your experiences and if you are a great writer, enter a story. If you're not a great writer, don't worry, just share what you have experienced. Your real encounters count too. Join in and let's share our spooky happenings and you could win a great prize for it. Remember to link to your blog in the comment box too.
Right- for those who know me in real life. Don't look at me different next time you see me. I am not crazy, this is all 100 % true. I don't lie or exaggerate (like Crash) or tell stories about crazy brain eating bugs. My stories are actual paranormal events.
To get things rolling, I have decided that for every 5 comments linking to your blog & story, I will tell another experience with the paranormal, and believe me I have tons! So join me, and don't make me feel embarrassed for telling these private stories that I have told only a few people about.
Let me begin by giving you some background on me. I was 13 when my family moved to England from the U.S. I ended up marrying a sexy Brit and we now have 3 GORGEOUS kids. While we lived in England I had a lot of my "experiences". I think it is because the history is so rich, and the amount of lives that have begun and ended there, is innumerable. It is a relatively small island, crammed full of people.
The weather only adds to the spookiness. The cold, damp, wet winters are long and bitter. It begins to get dark at 3 pm during the winter months and the winter is really 3/4 of the year. It is always raining in England.
So let's go back to one winter in Ascot, England.
Yes, Royal Ascot, where the famous horse races take place. The one where the women get to wear those big, cool, fancy hats and the men have to wear morning suits. You know, the ones with the tails at the back. And where the Queen comes riding in her royal carriage to begin the races. Think Eliza Dolittle. The rain in Spain falls mainly on the plain, and all that silliness.
My sister Mary and I were asked to babysit for a family who lived near us. I was 16 and she was 18. Being that she was older, she was the real babysitter and I was her company. I know now, why they asked for both of us.
I had never been to this family's house. We were literally a stones throw from the raceway. As we turned into the drive I was shocked to see the size of the house. It was big, really big. Straight out of the movies. Huge stone pillars lined the drive. The back yard was like a local park and thick fog was covering the grounds. This huge, stately, and did I say huge home, was going to be our home, for the next 2 weeks. As we walked in, I got a little scared to be honest. There was definitely a "feeling" to the home. It's one of those things you can't explain.
The parents left and the first few days went by with no incidents. I was never comfortable there, but we managed to get by and the crazy kids helped keep our mind off of things. One night after the kids had been put to bed( hours before), we figured we would hit the sack. Our room was on the 3rd floor. We got settled into bed then heard what sounded like a harmonica playing on the 1st floor. I figured it was the kids trying to scare us, so we went to go tell them to knock it off and get back to bed.
We went to all their rooms, and all of them were fast asleep. We even waited in the hall way to see if they would pop out of bed thinking we were gone, and run downstairs to play that nasty trick on us again. I forgot to mention there were 2 stairways on either end of the house. They could have snuck down and done it, with out us seeing them. As we waited in the hall, WE HEARD IT PLAYING AGAIN!!! No one was out of their beds. We were the only other people in the house. We ran to our beds and got under the covers and tried to forget it happened, or tried to explain it away as being an alarm of something.
The next morning, once the sun had risen and given us our courage back, we got the kids up and asked them if it was them messing around. In this crazy house, there could have been secret passageways. They swore it wasn't them and we believed them. They all said that they had heard it before anyhow. Yikes!
As we were waiting for them to get their jackets and shoes on in the front foyer I looked at a shadow box on the wall, and what would be encased in it. Yeah- only a HARMONICA. That night I was scared of everything. I didn't want to be alone, or be at that house anymore really, but my sister couldn't be left alone in that house so I swallowed my fear and just tried to carry on as normal. We were waiting on my Dad, who was on his way over to come and make sure the house was secure and that we felt safe. As we waited for him to finish with a church meeting, we heard various other noises. Outside we heard what sounded like a shovel being dragged in the gravel driveway. We would watch as the motion sensor lights would come on and off whenever we would hear the noise. Various other things happened in those 2 weeks but nothing as scary as what would happen to me after my Dad had left.
He brought over one of his friends with him to make sure the house was locked and that there was no one on the property. I am sure they thought we were just young girls getting spooked in a big scary house. We were, except we weren't just getting spooked by our imagination, these things were truly happening. They came in and told us everything was locked and fine. We had a prayer and they said goodbye. I felt better and tried to convince myself that it was my just my imagination.
Mary went to the 3rd floor to go tan in the tanning bed (yeah- they had their own tanning room) and I went to go read by the fire in the enormous family room. The family room had an adjoining room that was used as the father's office. They didn't want anybody going in the room. So they locked the room from inside the office and then on the outside door, leading to the back garden before they left. So if you are with me, NO ONE could have been in the office that joined the family room.
As I sat reading my book I noticed how much colder and colder it kept getting. I put more logs on the fire and still, I was freezing. I sat up to go and get a blanket from my room, when I heard and saw this door leading to the office, shaking violently and loudly. It was being shaken like a bear was trying to get in and the old door knob kept spinning back and forth. I started screaming and in the back of my mind I thought Mary must have found a key and been trying to scare me. I bolted up the stairs with my heart in my throat and to my astonishment Mary was calmly walking out of the tanning room with her towel on. Unless she had the last name Houdini, Copperfield or Blaine, there was no way that was her in that office.
I don't think she really believed me, but that may have been a good thing. I couldn't hack it anymore and went home, leaving her to finish out the last week.
Sorry Mary- still to this day I feel so bad about that one. There were no further strange events at that house while she was there, and life went on for both of us. I never accepted babysitting jobs from them again (obviously). I still wonder what that was trying to get in. Why was something trying to scare me so bad?
My Dad went back the next day and everything was locked, no broken windows in the office. There was no way any living thing had been in there. My Dad later told the parents what had happened and the father said he had taken the keys to both doors with him. I guess they had experienced some strange events before that too. It would have been REALLY nice to know that before I accepted to babysit.
So the moral of my story is this: don't go babysit at old, HUGE houses in England, and don't leave your sister alone with spooky ghosts, no matter how scared you are. That was the start of many strange and scary things that have continued to happen to me in the last 13 years. Like I said, if you start to share I will continue to share my stories, my TRUE stories, unlike Crash's.
Sleep tight tonight,
October 24, 2008
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