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by Victoria Price www.myspace.com/120724266
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This is a true story as a lot of my friends and family would tell you.

Let me take you back to 1989, when I was in primary school and living with my parents and my
older brother and sister.  As long as I can remember, my family seemed to always have
paranormal activity going on in the house we were living in and it seems to follow us to the next
house.  Thank the lord this was to be the last house, or so I thought.

It all started when I was at school one day and I was playing with the younger year school group
and I saw (what looked like) the end of a very long black cape go past the classroom window.  
As far as I knew I was the only one who saw this.  Thinking nothing of it, I never mentioned it
again.  The strange thing was after my experience, I saw the end of the cape a few more times;
but only at school. This (so called) black cape I then saw again as I was walking down an old
railway track.  Now starting to get a bit scared, I then told my mum. She said not to worry about
it, but that if it was something, she would keep an eye out.

Anyway, a few weeks went past and I started to forget about it until one night I was in my room.  
I had a little black and white TV on a seat by my bedroom door.  The TV had little knobs that
you had turn to get to each channel.  I must have sat in front of it for about five minutes trying to
find a channel (which was strange because I had never had trouble finding a channel before).
Then my brother came and stood in the doorway and started chatting to me.  I wasn't really
looking at him...just talking to him, but at the same time trying to sort out my TV. Then when I
did look at him (as my brother describes) I went as white as a sheet and had a terrified look on
my face.  What I was looking at was a black figure - no face, just covered from head to toe in
black.  It was terrifying and just behind my brother's shoulder.  I screamed at the top of my lungs
and as you can imagine scared the shit out of my brother. As I screamed, this black figure went
and it looked like it went into my sister's bedroom (next to mine).  My brother didn't believe in
ghosts until that night.  I can't remember much more about that night but I was only nine.

A few weeks passed and I was having a sleep over at my house with two of my friends.  My
friend Amy and myself were on my bed having a really good laugh.  My friend Nicola was sat at
the bottom of my bed talking to us with her back to my open bedroom door, when I saw the
black figure again in the doorway looking right at me.  Even though it had no face, I knew it was
looking at me.  As I screamed it disappeared again, as if screaming at it was scaring it in
some way...or disappearing because I was scared of it.  Not much more was said about it, as
not many people would have believed a nine year old girl being haunted by a black figure...but
talking to my mum about it seemed to help.  My mum suggested that it was trying to get my
attention or just looking out for me, as it didn't seem to want to hurt me; but I really didn't like it
either way as I doubt many people would have.  

After that, a few more little things happened such as one night when I was sent to bed, the rest
of my family were downstairs.  I got into bed and with my door open, I went to sleep.  I woke up
to the feeling of the end of my duvet being lifted up to reveal my feet.  Being frozen with fear, I
lay as I only could (frozen) and feeling the same thing a few more times.  Even though this was
the type of trick my brother would have pulled, I knew that he couldn't have done this (because
even the slightest of movement would have made the floor boards creak, as the house dates
back to the 17th century when it was a public house). All I remember after that was waking up
the next morning feeling so glad that it was morning.

On my 16th birthday I had a friend staying over. That night when I was in the bathroom, I heard
her talking to someone.  I left the bathroom and walked into my bedroom expecting to find
someone else with her, but all I saw was her looking quiet shaken.  When she calmed down
she said she saw a black figure walking out of the bathroom and across the landing.  As she
thought it was me, she started talking to me but when I didn't walk into the bedroom, she
walked out onto the landing to see where I was (but I was still in the bathroom). After that night,
any one of my friends who stayed the night always saw something when they were left on their
own.  Who knows? It may have been the black figure checking up on them.

When I turned 18, I was with a friend of mine in their house and one of their neighbours walked
in.  As me and the neighbour got talking, he just asked me where I was from and I mentioned
my parent's house.  He then asked me if I had heard of the ghost that use to haunt the house
and seemed to look after the children that were there before we moved in? Being so shocked
that it wasn't just me going mad and that the ghost was real, I said, "No.  I haven't."  Then he
told me that before my house was a pub, it was a monastery and that the black figure that
haunted the house was in fact a monk.

Well writing that story has brought back some memories and believe me when I say that isn't
the only ghost story from my past and I'm only 25.  

This is the update.  I recently had some paranormal private investigators (spooks) as they are
called, come to my dad's house, as he is now selling it and I wanted it to give me closure
before it was too late. They picked up on 11 ghosts in that house altogether, and in my
bedroom one of the psychics straight away picked up on a spirit monk called Father
Francis...and went on his knees and started to pray.  Well by this point, I had left the room in
tears.  I then was asked if I wanted to return, which I did and he needed me to say that he was
forgiven for scaring me...and that he was there to protect me.  I said it was OK and the psychic
then came out of his trance.  Bear in mind that before these people arrive you are not allowed
to tell them anything about the house or what you are after.  They didn't even know it was my
dad's house; they thought they were investigating my house.

So this is my story and I hope that it has been a pleasure to read.











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