This was originally published last year as a guest post on Hugh Roberts' blog, and you can find it here. But I thought I'd post it on my own blog too, and give those who may be interested another chance to read it. Today being Halloween/Samhain seems like as good a day as any. So, here are the stories of some of my real supernatural encounters.
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I see dead people.
Sorry. I couldn’t resist. I’ve wanted an excuse to use that line since I first saw “The Sixth Sense” many years ago. But it is the truth, so I hope you’ll forgive me for indulging myself.
Anyway, it’s not just people. It’s animals too.
Well, technically, these days I don’t ‘see’ them, because I lost my eyesight more than a decade ago to Congenital Glaucoma. But I saw them when I still had vision, and I still hear and feel things.
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I’ve lived in several places where unexplained shadows, cold spots, and footsteps, were frequent occurrences, and whispered words from unknown speakers could be heard at times. Things you can dismiss as being other people in the house if you don’t live alone, but aren’t so easily dismissed when you’re home alone.
Like when you’re writing at 3:00am- again – and realize that couldn’t have been your husband who just walked up behind you, because you can hear his snoring coming from the bedroom, and it couldn’t have been the dog either, because the dog is that fluffy warm lump on your feet.
Or you’re taking advantage of everyone else still being asleep in the early morning to have a shower, and hear someone telling you to hurry up because the dog needs out. So you rush to finish – wondering why they can’t take her – only to discover when you emerge from the bathroom that the only living being awake besides you is the dog in question, waiting impatiently by the door to go out.
Yeah. Those kinds of things.
It would take too long to detail everything, and I doubt I could recall them all anyhow. But, I’ve had some less subtle experiences, which I’m going to tell you about.
To clarify: the first three experiences that follow happened when I still had my eyesight.
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The first started when I was maybe ten years old, and we had moved in to the house we were in fairly recently.
I woke to find my bedroom colder than usual, and a little girl in red in the room. She looked about six, with dark hair. She walked around the room a little, as though examining my stuff, and then disappeared. Moments later, the temperature in the room returned to normal.
I saw her several times during the years I lived in that house, and tried to talk to her, but – though I called her my friend, and thought of her as ‘Tabitha’ – she never so much as acknowledged me.
When I foolishly mentioned her to some children from my class, they teased me and said she was an imaginary friend. They did it so much I started to think they were right.
Until I heard my Nan telling someone about the little dark haired girl in red she’d seen several times running through the living room and starting up the stairs before vanishing. I’d never described the girl I called Tabitha to anyone, but Nan described her perfectly, and I knew it had to be the same little girl. When I told my Nan, she agreed.
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The second was in the same house, happened a few years after my first ‘Tabitha’ visit, but only happened once.
I walked out of the bathroom one night, and standing in front of me was a little boy in a sailor suit. He smiled, turned, and started walking away. He’d only taken a couple of steps when he vanished.
I never saw him again, and to my knowledge nobody else saw him at all.
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The third happened in the flat I lived in when I first moved out of my parents’ house.
I put the plug in the bath, leaving the water running, before heading to the bedroom to fetch my pyjamas. When I got back to the bathroom, the plug was gone. It had literally disappeared.
The plughole was empty, it wasn’t attached to the chain that usually attaches them to the bath (not surprisingly, since the chain had snapped before this) and it wasn’t on the side of the bath near the tap (which is where I’d kept the plug since its chain snapped, so where it would have been if I hadn’t put it in after all).
After searching the bathroom for several minutes, I gave up and fetched the kitchen sink’s plug for my bath. It didn’t fit right, so I had to hold it until the water was deep enough that water pressure would keep it there, and had to be careful not to knock it with my foot, but it allowed me to have my bath.
For the next several days I searched for that plug. My Mam even came to help me look. We searched the entire flat, but it was nowhere to be found.
Until three weeks later, when it was suddenly back in the bath.
I lived alone in the flat, and nobody could have gotten in without my knowledge. Plus, why would someone break in to steal my plug? Especially since I had much better things to steal.
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I’ve also had visits from two of the petkids I’ve lost – the two I was most closely bonded with when they were alive.
The first was my Oriental cat, Chance. I felt him jump on my bed one night the Halloween two years after he died... Felt the weight of him beside me on the bed. Heard his purr. Felt his silky soft fur rub against my hand. And then he was gone.
I had a similar visit from my Westie, Kero, two Halloweens after he died.
It’s like my boys wanted to say one final, “Goodbye,” to me before they moved on.
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How about you? Have you had any spooky encounters of your own? If so, I'd love to hear about them.
Oh, and... Happy Halloween, or blessed Samhain... Whichever you'd rather I use for you.
Or, as Welsh speakers say here in Wales, "Nos Calan Gaeaf Hapus," (which translates to, "Happy Eve of the Winter Kalend," since November 1st marks the first day of the Celtic Winter, and Celtic new year).





