GHOST CLUSTERS!

David - Authorblog asked the question on his post recently "Do you believe in ghosts"......I find it difficult to give a definitive answer....since Mick passed away many things have happened that have brought us comfort that he is still with us.....coincidence?...maybe...but these are private moments that I'm not inclined to share at the moment.

What I will post about are a few strange occurrences that have happened during my life.

I don't remember a lot of my childhood but one event still stays with me to this day. I must have been about 6 or 7 and we lived in Singapore. One night I awoke to see a tall man in black standing by my bed. In my memory his face was kindly and he had long hair but I must have been frightened as a child as I threw my favourite cuddly toy (a boxer dog) at him and screamed. My parents rushed in but the man had gone...they swore that no one had been there, that all the doors were locked and that it must have been a dream. My boxer dog was over the other side of the room where I'd thrown it though and to this day I KNOW I was awake.

The next occurrence of anything strange was when I was I the house of my first mother in law in Broadstairs. I used to help her with the cleaning and cooking as she ran a B&B. On the stairs leading up to the attic room I often believed I saw a young boy dressed in the style of Gainsborough's Blue Boy...it never worried me...he looked quite happy and I never mentioned it to my mother in law as I knew she was of a nervous disposition. I also thought it must be a trick of the light as it was always out of the corner of my eye and as soon as I turned to look straight at him there was nobody there. The surprise came when Leanne and Manda (young children then) came into her kitchen one day when we were visiting and when I asked them what they'd been doing they said "Playing with the little boy on the stairs".........at the time there were no guests staying or any other people in the house save mother in law, myself and the girls! To this day Manda and Leanne still remember the little boy.

Many years later the girls and I lived at Gestingthorpe Hall;the former home of Captain Oates (many of you will know his name as being one of Scott's party on his journey to the Antartic...Captain Oates' immortal words "I am just going outside and may be some time" are well known). We had the rooms at the top of the house and there were many bumps in the night and whisperings heard despite the fact that the rest of the household were in bed. On one occasion the girls remember clearly a shadow of an unknown person flitting across the light coming in through the doorway from the hall outside their bedroom. Fanny and George who owned Gestingthorpe Hall at the time were quite old and never ventured to the upper landing so we know it couldn't have been them. Leanne remembers another time that really spooked her; she'd woken in the night and gone down to one of the bathrooms two floors below...when she left the bathroom she felt the urge to turn and look behind...there as clear as day was the figure of an elderly woman shrouded in a grey coloured mist...this was when Leanne found she really was capable of running a 4 minute mile.

When I first moved in with Mick (where I live now) I often saw a fleeting shadow of a dog in the hall. I asked Mick about it and he admitted that he used to have a Black Labrador who he loved dearly but had to have put down when she became very ill. He seemed pleased that I seen it (and not been frightened off) as he thought his mind had been playing him tricks whenever he saw her! For a few months there was many a time when we sat in the living room and opened a packet of baskets...the door would mysteriously open and Mick said that his dog always used to hear the rustle of a biscuit wrapper from anywhere in the house when she was alive...and we were convinced it was her. After a while we never saw her again and the door didn't open itself anymore.....Mick always reckoned she was keeping an eye on him to make sure he was OK and that she could tell he was happy now that he'd found me and so had gone wherever good dogs go.

Now to the orbs and St Mary's Church....some of you will have seen the photo I posted a while ago......here are some more.....I promise you that these are untouched unless stated......
this is the above photo cropped to show a better view of one of the orbs......this is another crop to get a close up view of an orb................
On the following photo a few orbs can be seen ............but when I lightened it with the aid of Picasa so many more appear........
I showed this photo in another post........I didn't use a flash at all although it was really dark and have no explanation of the light emanating from the doorway................

Finally this is a photograph I took of Manda....again I was trying to take photos in the dark without a flash and my unsteady hand meant the photos were really blurred....I'd put this double image of a face down to that until I looked at it closely.......Manda was posing head turned to the side....how come there is also a face facing forward????

Also it wasn't until we put the photo on the computer and had a closer look at it that we noticed the shape of a person beyond her right shoulder..........yet there was no other living soul around.

Make of this post what you will......maybe there are scientific or rational reasons behind all of these happenings...but whatever your beliefs

DON'T HAVE NIGHTMARES!