Haunted Again...Contd..

What a strange Spring we are having, yesterday was so warm and sunny, poured with rain over night, overcast most of today and bright sunshine again now.  Well, my appointment for BP reading has been put back for around two weeks. Problems, problems. I always stick with one nurse though and she is going on holiday and then on a course so I cannot now see her until the 6th May!  Whilst I do not like it hanging over my head, there is little I can do about it.  Only carry on and hope that all is well. Plus it does give me a chance to carry on with my healthy eating, try and get more exercise which should all help. 

Time to continue the story:-

Now, Mike has always said that everything must have a rational explanation. Not far from us was the railway, in fact there was a railway bridge about a quarter of a mile up the narrow lane which ran at the back of our property. He felt that some vibration had caused the door to slide and the glasses to fall out. I could not possibly see how - all the glasses, even the ones at the very back! In my opinion it would have taken an earthquake to also shut the cupboard door again. I was alarmed to say the very least. But what could we do, we could not afford to move again, every penny we had went into the house, all our furniture was second hand, it was to be another two years before we got our very own suite. We only had carpet in the hall and the front room. The rest, we made do with rugs. We had a baby on the way. No, we would have to make the best of it.

So, life went on. I loved getting up early in the morning and taking Shep the dog out into the lane where we could walk along next to a tiny stream and listen to the singing of the birds. Almost opposite our gate into the lane but slightly at an angle was a plank of wood that enabled you to cross the stream into the woodland. Shep would not cross. I did on quite a number of occasions but as soon as I got to the other side and into the woods I felt extremely uneasy. One day, having gone across I was looking at the woodland flowers at my feet when I noticed something large and wooden. I kicked away leaves and dirt and could make out part of a large gate, a very large gate. It would not have possibly fitted any of the properties. I could not understand how it came to be there. I got Mike to investigate and when it was unearthed, it proved to be very large indeed. For the time being it remained a mystery.

I gradually got to the know the neighbours, all nice people. Our house was part of a close, eight properties in a crescent shape at the end of another road. We were on the right at you looked onto the close and I got quite friendly with a young woman with two small boys who lived on the extreme left. I happened to mention to her one day that I hated going outside after dark, only to find that she had exactly the same feelings and always felt uneasy when she happened to be there alone. Not only that but she told me that another neighbour’s son had experienced something very nasty in the woods.

He and some friends were into camping and decided one night to try out his new tent. So late afternoon, they had made camp in the woodland and were all set for their great adventure that night. They lit a small fire, cooked their sausages, sat telling each other stories and then settled down to sleep. This boy had needed to go to the toilet sometime in the night so he left the tent and went a few steps into the woods. He was doing the necessary when he felt the hairs on the back of his neck start to prickle. He looked around and in the moonlight could clearly see the lane (and our property). He saw a black shape, blacker than all the blackness around it come gliding down the lane towards him. He blinked and shook his head. He looked again. It was still coming and he felt utterly frozen to the spot. Somehow he managed to yell at the top of his voice. At his cry his friends came running, they saw nothing but he was so seriously terrified that they ran home, leaving the camp. They got a couple of the Dads to go back and retrieve their stuff the following day. They all swore they would never enter the woods again.

I knew from all this and from what I had experienced in my previous home, that this was not imagination, this was not railway vibrations, this was a haunting and we had not heard the end of it yet………….

To be contd...........