That was a fascinating story that had me sitting on the edge of my seat! I feel lucky and yet unlucky to have no stories from childhood that are very paranormal, certainly none as intense as your footsteps story. I suppose if you knew the real personal history of the house you might have had a clue who it was, as it sounds rather like a ghost. One that was aware of the visitors since he/she was stopping at each bed.

But I love this topic of discussion. So let me see what I can add. It is really in my recent adult life that all manner of paranormal things have been happening to me. I guess this has to do with the fact that I threw open wide the gate and erected a "Welcome" billboard.

I'm sure out-of-the-ordinary things happened now and then as I grew up, as they do, but I wrote them off and tucked them away with some sort of explanation.

However, one instance with no explanation was when my sister and I at about 12 years of age were home alone in the summer time. We were playing in the backyard when a small stone landed near me. Then another landed nearby. We stopped our play and looked around trying to find out who was throwing them and from where. A few more landed around us, and as thoroughly as we looked we could not find anyone to be throwing them. Sort of a boring story really, but I remember thinking no "person" was throwing them. And all the stones landed nearby, but none struck us. Also, no rascally boy jumped out and claimed proud credit of scaring us. And it is pretty hard to imagine no credit claimed and no repeat performance.



The only other story that comes to mind was when I was 18 and home alone (again). It was a bright sunny day and I was sitting on the floor in front of the big floor-to=ceiling windows in our lounge room. I was painting my nails and feeling pretty happy when I heard a voice say, "Get out". I put my polish brush back in the bottle and stood up. I sorta smiled thinking, someone must be playing a joke on me. But I was in an isolated corner of our house with no nearby adjoining rooms, and positively no one else was home. I thought, maybe someone is outside and speaking through the outside (brick) wall at me. I dashed outside, but there was no one anywhere.

It was early afternoon, sunny, happy, no reason to be afraid, so I wasn't...necessarily. But I decided maybe I should take the message seriously. So I phoned a good friend to see if I could come over for a visit. She wasn't free, so I called a new acquaintance of mine and luckily she was free. I realize now in hindsight that the message to "Get out" was quite serendipitous. When I got together with the new friend we had such a great time that we started seeing each other regularly and became best friends and eventually got an apartment together and had great fun. She was an integral part of my future and now that I understand more how a larger reality works, I feel that this message was an intentional push to get us together.

Thanks for all of that, Chris. And can I have cream with my coffee, please? Mmmmm muffins! I hope they are banana!

I am happy to share more. But I can't think of which tale to share. Any specific area of interest?

And I am always eager to hear more of your strange tales!

Okay then! Just let me finish this delicious coffee and muffin (the best I've ever had I might add) . . . and then I will regale with another tale.

I thought of a tale that I found quite interesting and strange. It is made easier to remember since I recorded it my journal.

One afternoon (this past March), my husband and his friend J left the house to run an errand. After they went out the door, my 7 year old son (who is autistic so has limited receptive or expressive language) walked through the kitchen saying loudly, "Watch out for the storm, J! Watch out for the storm, Dad! There's a storm coming!" These were phrases I had never hear him use before. The sky was a bit overcast, but didn't look stormy to me. Fifteen minutes later a huge storm hit, flooding the roof over so water was pouring through the usual places in the eaves. My son then announced “Trees are falling.” I saw no trees falling, but later when my husband and J returned they told me of all the trees that were falling on the road as they tried to make their way back.

Somehow my son knew through unconventional means what was going to happen and what was happening elsewhere.

I once lived in what I would class as a haunted house. Many strange things happened when I lived there with my family.
Here is one example, I will be relating more soon.


I awoke spontaneously at around 4am one morning to find a solid figure standing in the doorway looking straight at me.The corridor light was on(for the children)and the figure blocked out light as it stood there.

Initially, I thought it was my husband and called his name, the figure did not respond. I momentarily turned and reached out towards my husband's side of the bed to find he was asleep. On turning back to look at the figure, it was gone. I got up and went on a walk about around the house, checking to see if my children were in bed and that all was secure(I am quite brave)
All was fine, no sign of anyone or anything.

I do know it was a solid figure, I detected no features on the face as it stood with it's back to the light in the doorway. It looked human size, and I felt it was a male.

I felt calm, I had no fear at all.
I still wonder what it was I saw

Wow, interesting experience, Chris! Maybe it wasn't a ghost tied to the house, but more like an entity visiting you specifically.

I love these tales from "The House"...

Another quick tale from 'The house'.

One night my daughter was not feeling well in the night and she came to my bed. After attending to her, she fell asleep - with me on the edge of the bed, unable to sleep. So I crept off to finish the rest of the night in her bed.

I did not put the light on, but slipped under the duvet ready to go to sleep.The bedroom was almost in pitch black and I had been there a short while and was just falling asleep when I felt someone/something blow into my ear. There were no windows open or breezes around.


This small act, is one of the most disturbing things that can happen to you in the dark.
I can understand why Yvette from 'Most Haunted' goes almost ballistic when that happens to her in those dark supposedly haunted locations.

The feeling that someone/thing has got that close to you can be really unnerving. In pitch black, not being able to see anything makes it worse...wandering whether anything else is going to happen.. and who is doing this

The rest of the night was uneventful. But I kept my ears covered under the duvet the rest of the night.

Another great tale! "The house" really was active. I must say that I have not experienced the ear thing. I have loved watching Most Haunted and I remember poor Yvette did have her fair share of ear-blowings. But while still sensitive and sweet, she's become a pretty tough cookie!

I wonder if the ear-blower had anything to do with your daughter not feeling well and coming in to your bed.

What a nice mother.

The ball came bounding down the stairs. Egad.

Bye-bye "house".

You know I can't wait to hear about the even stranger places!

That is an awesome account, Chris! I totally see the synchronicity of the glass explosion as the releasing of the tension/negativity. And the protection that was also implied by you stepping behind the safety and shield of a closed door at just the right moment. Coooool!

Thanks so much for sharing that amazing experience.

As I read it I thought of my grandpa who died when I was young and how I loved the smell of his cologne on his shirt and how iconic his wrist watch was to me.

I was intrigued with every word and the amazing symbology of the tale, such as the multi-storeyed car park and going up to the top level, the holiday clothes, etc.

Of course there is no doubt in my mind that you did indeed visit with your father's spirit, as he wished to give you comfort and relief, which he did. And equally as amazing, you accepted the experience as the gift it was and you made the very most of it.

Very nice.

Oooo, another great tale! Very vivid and well told.

I was thinking that whom or whatever led your sister may have wanted her to see the specific painting it led her to. Maybe it was their portrait or some other clue?

Unfortunately, I cannot remember what the painting was actually of. So it seems it will all have to remain a mystery.

Another tale....

Have you ever spontaneously located to a different space as in an OBE?( Out of body experience).

I appear to have done that.

A few years ago, one evening in November(as I remember) I went to bed, got myself all nice and comfortable and closed my eyes.

Did I see the darkness of the inside of my eyelids? no I did not.

I found myself seemingly outside in the dark somewhere, at least 10 metres (30 feet) up in the air. I was aware that beneath me was some kind of a fire, and the flames lit up the area. Everything seemed so crystal clear.

I was also aware, that I had no physical body, there was just 'me' and I felt very alert and alive.

I think this experience lasted a very brief time, because the next thing I knew, I am opening my eyes, feeling my body lying on the bed and I can see my bedroom dimly lit.

The wonderful thing of having no body, was the absence of feeling the physical body, with all the sensory feelings, feeling the cold, blinking the eyes, swallowing etc.

There was the sense of being there, but only in consciousness.
I wonder if this is how ghosts and discarnates and astral beings feel

So interesting, Chris! The fact that the face stayed imprinted in the curtains is a very good example of how commonly accepted ideas of physical laws and how the world ought to work, just need not apply. In fact, releasing the need for things to fit into currently accepted laws of physics will allow the greater realities surrounding us to become visible to those who will see them. My .

I am pleased that you have so many intriguing experiences and that you are kind enough to share them!

Another interesting thing is how you straightened the curtain while in cleaning mode (aka auto-pilot). It is interesting to consider how often we do stuff on auto-pilot that doesn't jibe with our fully conscious desires.

This resonates with a spirit message I have received multiple times, which is to avoid auto-pilot by being conscious as much of the time as possible. It's kinda like sitting on the couch munching popcorn or chips while watching a movie and realizing you've gone through a whole bag! And thinking, gee, did I even really enjoy that?

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The fact that the face stayed imprinted in the curtains is a very good example of how commonly accepted ideas of physical laws and how the world ought to work, just need not apply. In fact, releasing the need for things to fit into currently accepted laws of physics will allow the greater realities surrounding us to become visible to those who will see them.

I firmly agree.

Yes, being in automatic pilot mode can be annoying at times.
I like your analogy of the popcorn and food in general, which we tend to eat unconsciously and then wonder - did it taste good? why did I eat that? I wasn't even hungry!

Great story and example! There is balance to believing in spirit. Every once in a while the physical pops in to say hello.

But I do think this illustrates a truth that I have experienced as well in which I interpret something as spirit that ends up having another explanation.

I had several experiences in a row earlier this year that I interpreted as metaphysical that ended up having solid physical explanations. One was thinking I took a photo of a rather stark UFO that ended up being a power pole. The other was seeing a multi-coloured lighted blimp floating through the trees off in the distance one night. It was only visible for a few seconds and I realized, oh, that's a blimp. But days later I wondered...wait a minute, was it a blimp? I've never seen a blimp around here, nor one so spectacular.

These two events really got my blood pumping and left me shaky at the time, and I felt they were great experiences to reveal to me how I would react in such scenarios (scared the bejezzus out of me ). And so I truly wonder... is anything really mundane or spiritual experiences as forms of dress rehearsals for main events?

I concur about the earth as spirit, so much so that I have come to see (from my point of view) that all things that manifest are part of earth spirit. And so, though my point was not written as clearly as I was thinking it, I was thinking that everything really is spirit IMO, even when it can be readily linked to something we've come to see as purely physical.

And somehow I trust I am still not writing as clearly as I think my theories.

But I'll keep trying!

What a fascinating story. It would be very confronting to experience ghosts so tangibly, and to hear the air-raid sirens.

It is interesting to ponder how you felt relief after your in-laws arrived and took some of the spirit focus off of you. It is a new angle for me in thinking about safety in numbers.

And the footprint in the snow...

Although on reflection quite a strange, magical place -It felt very confronting for me in that place.

One has to try to be prepared especially on a psychic level to filter out unwanted energies that try to 'grab' your attention' or invade your 'space', forcibly.

I also felt there was a more negative side hovering around there also that tried to pay me a visit during the night, which I refused entry to.

As the boy scout motto goes "Be prepared".