When I first moved into the house I am living in now in 2009 I had no cause to have any real thoughts of the paranormal other than the usual, watching ghost movies or fact of fiction documentaries , everything was A okay and normal. After a few weeks I had some furniture brought in, a table and mattress and such likes and in my zeal for goodness I had the house blessed by a holy man, amongst my possessions one of the things I owned and still own are some worry beads also blessed.
On the first night in question I put my worry beads on the edge of the table and went to sleep in my bedroom falling into a normal mode of sleep and at some time in the night I was awaken by a loud bang emanating from the kitchen which sounded twice, assuming it was some person at the door I did not bother to get out of bed and went back to sleep, it was not until some weeks later whilst asleep in my bedroom did I actually hear the sound of footsteps pacing up and down in the same bedroom I sleep in, the pacing sounded very angry and again I fell back to sleep ‘what’s a bit of pacing in my bedroom right, after all I could have dreamed it and footsteps cannot harm you right? A few weeks later whilst asleep in my bedroom again I was just about to fall into a deep sleep I felt a large slump right at the foot of my bed by the bed room door, it sort of gave the feeling of someone sitting down in a feeling of helplessness? I went downstairs the next morning to the kitchen a lifted the table twice letting it fall loudly , I was now certain that the banging noise I heard twice was the table in the kitchen falling loudly on the wooden floor twice, as usual I carried on not bothering too much with what was happening in my house, I may add I am the sole legal occupant and live alone and always have done so awaiting my good ladies arrival.
That night as I went to sleep feeling somewhat nervous and as I was just about to fall into a deep sleep I heard a deep exhale directly close to m face letting out a groaning murmur, so yet again I went to sleep, the house has been a place of unsettling since then, I don’t know what it was and still have no idea what it is? , it is a mystery to me?
On the plus side there are a couple of incidents that happened previously to this which I have never mentioned to anyone which I am mentioning now, after my devotions one night before I went to sleep I heard a strong male voice talking in my bedroom, the voice was clear and stilling and even though the voice was in my bedroom it was sort of all around my bedroom and in my head, the voice was not loud or menacing however it was a strong and clear voice, I will not say what the voice said suffice to say it was a good thing.
In relation to this another incident which took place in my old flat where I lived before I moved into this house here.
One morning as I woke up from a goodly night out celebrating when I came home to my flat I had fallen asleep on my sofa in my living room, I was woken by a female voice this time having the same sort of content in my living room yet not loud or shouting nor menacing yet serene and comforting that seemed to be in my head and body and livingroom at the same time, I was wide awake at the same time of this voice greeting me and just as I heard the male voice here in the same way holding a comforting feeling only this time the voice was female, I still have no idea who or what both voices are or were?
The only incident I could connect to any of this was slammer of the table in my kitchen in my house was not a few days after hearing my dad had died I was sleeping in a double cell doing time for how can you say a physical dispute, though I was alone I had the door braced with a chair just in case any officers let them selves in whilst I was sleeping, anyway that was my last night before being allocated to a long term facility, that night before I was transferred I woke up to see a grown man standing over my bed wearing a white tee shirt and white trousers like the kitchen staff, he had sliver hair kept in a pony tail and white greyish beard , I woke up looked at him, he was not menacing so I fell back to sleep and was transferred that next morning, now here’s the thing some years later I saw the same looking fellow sitting on one of the court benches , I expected to get six months for shall we say breech of the peace, he said something to me as I walked up to the doc, by the time I was finished I look around and he had gone, it was the same man I am sure of it and what he said to me I will keep to myself, suffice to say I walk out of court that after expecting to go down for six months, it was the same man I swear and if it was not him then he look liked him for a good reason, that is the only link I have today to all of this, so what do you think to it all?