Early Days
After a few weeks we got an
indescribable smell in the entrance hall area and on the landing. Convinced that we had packed a perishable
under the stairs we went about removing everything. We found nothing. The smell disappeared after about four days.
Cameras, clocks,
controllers and anything containing batteries seemed to be using a lot of
batteries. Each week during the grocery
shopping we spent a small fortune restocking batteries. When we replaced the camera and controllers
we opted for the rechargeable kind to try and reduce the cost of batteries.
A few weeks after moving
when watching television in the sitting room I noticed a figure moving along
the hall. This figure was tall and
thin. I thought it was my eyes playing
tricks. This figure continues to pass
through the hall on a regular basis still to this day. By regular I mean every day to each month.
About six months after
moving in I heard my son whom was three at the time talking away in his
room. Thinking that one of his sisters
was with him I paid no attention to it.
When I called the children for lunch I noticed that the girls did not
come from upstairs but from the back garden.
I asked whom he was talking to and he replied ‘My Ghost Brothers’. The girls and daddy started laughing and
slagging him. I was not so dismissive of
it as I had seen the shadowy figure for the last several months but I had not
spoken of it to anyone. The ‘My Ghost
Brother’ updates remained until he was about seven. He spoke less and less as time went by and
now at eleven never speaks of it.
On the landing even though
we had hick double glazing it was often felt several degrees colder than even
the external temperature. We installed a
radiator at the top of the stairs but this did not solve the problem. Draught excluders, extra insulation and
heavier curtains were installed but nothing resulted in retaining the heat in
the house. It often felt like this even
during the summer.
It was around nine months
after we moved in that the first items started to go missing. It ranged
from jewellery, money, passports, driving licences, letters and
photographs. I am an organised person
by my nature with an indexed filing box for all the important documents. I could always put my hand on what was
required at a moments notice.
When items started going
missing, I dismissed it as age and kids, but when items started to reappear in
the most obvious of places I then began to think the kids or my husband were
playing tricks on me. This progressed in
severity to me actually thinking that my husband was trying to commit me to a
mental institution.
One time we had gone
travelling in June, we returned and the passports were replaced in the filing
box. We planned to go away in September
again and in August been the organised person I thought I was, I went to
retrieve them and leave in an area that they would be handy for packing. The passports were all there except for
mine. I spent the next two weeks searching
every inch of the house to no avail. I
eventually gave up and applied for a replacement one. It arrived one day to spare. Several days after we returned from the
holiday my original passport was found sitting on the unit in the dinning room. This area had been searched and cleaned
several times since it went missing. No one
had an explanation.
