I saw this is a tweet recently and it got me thinking because I do. But I have never really admitted it before as “non-believers” then look at you as somebody who has just said you like eating kittens.
I am not sure I believe all that happens on “Most Haunted” or that photographs with orbs are entirely real but I definitely believe that a presence can be felt.
Let me tell you why. Those that know me will remember this happening, I promise it IS true.
Before I started doing all the bookings and being “desk bound” for my main client (an inventory company) I was out on the road, checking tenants in and out of properties.
I had collected the keys from an agent one morning and went off to do a check out on a lovely property in a village I didn’t know. The tenants were not there, not unusual, so I made a start, checking the state of each room now, against the inventory compiled two years previously when they checked in. I always started upstairs and worked my way from room to room. Three bedrooms done. All pretty much as they had been two years previously. En suite done, bathroom also done.
And I remember looking out of the landing window into fields and thinking what a great spot this was. The sun was shining, it was one of those beautiful sunny May days. Enough dawdling, I remember thinking, I had two other houses to get round that day.
So into the fourth bedroom I went. I was immediately hit with the strangest feeling of icy cold. And I mean icy. The sun was streaming in the window but I was literally shivering. And I felt like I was being watched. It was the most extraordinary feeling of uneasiness I have ever experienced.
I finished that room and went downstairs. To say I then couldn’t wait to get out is an understatement. I genuinely don’t remember checking the downstairs rooms, I know I did them but have no recollection of doing so.
When I took the keys back to the agent I said something along the lines of “that is quite an odd house” and the agent looked at me and said “oh it is so sad, do you not know what happened”?
Uh oh I thought. No. I didn’t. It turned out the family living there had lost a family member in a car accident three months before and the fourth bedroom had been his. He had died on his 16th birthday, after being out with friends, no drink was involved but he had died instantly, within sight of the house.
You know that expression about a chilled spine? Yeah, that, standing right in the middle of an estate agent’s office in the middle of a May day.
It is not the only time this has happened to me with houses. The other time is too personal and painful to blog about but this was the first time it had ever happened and it made me think that actually maybe there is such a thing as ghosts.
Am I mad? Or do you have similar stories? I would love to hear them.
This is my day 21 post for #NaBloPoMo.