The Ghost Who Didn't Want Guests.
I was contacted by phone by a friend I had helped previously
with her own ghost problem. She told me that
her close friend had just moved house and, almost as soon as she and her family
moved into their new place, they experienced things that were unexplainable. There were noises, like footsteps on the
stairs, objects were moved regularly (this was not observed as it happened, the activity wasn't that powerful). As well as that the couples one and a half
year old daughter often sat near the kitchen door stroking air and saying
doggie.
The last straw was when the husband was off to work one day and his wife went upstairs to find the baby’s pram had been moved from the back bedroom all the way to the top of the stairs. At this point I was called and went to see what could be done. I sat, and tuned in, to see what I could find out. What I was able to see (in my minds eye) was a portly gentleman farmer dressed in quality tweeds including a waist coat. He looked like he could have been alive in the early nineteen hundreds. Anyway, I had his attention now so, in my mind, I explained the situation and helped him to cross over. He didn't complain, he realised he wasn't going to be left in peace anymore now that living people had moved in to the house.
I found out later that the house had been empty for about a year before these people moved there and the neighbours regularly saw movement in the windows, lights going on and off and told the family, later, they knew the house was haunted. The house had been empty a long enough time for the ghost to move in and consider that the house was his (this happens). The land where it was built had been a large farm that was sold and developed into housing estates. The original farm buildings no longer existed. His thinking would have been that they knocked down his house so he would just move into a new one.
The story didn’t end there though. Peace was restored for about two days but on day three, while the husband was out again, pandemonium broke out in the bathroom above the kitchen where the lady was busy preparing lunch. She went up to see what was happening to find everything on the lower shelves, of the bathroom, strewn all over the floor. The children weren’t to blame as they were with her, in the kitchen, at the time.
I was called again, as you would expect, and did the same as before. I sat and tuned in, but could sense nothing for ages, to the point where I was about to give up when I was prompted (by spirit, I'm sure) to think of the little girl patting the dog. I had helped the man to cross over but hadn’t thought about the dog. I asked him to come back and collect his dog and take it with him and that solved the problem. There were no more happenings after my second visit.
Note:
The family didn’t stay in that house very long, the experience they had un-nerved the lady so much that they made plans to move elsewhere as soon as was possible. Animals, our pets especially, have souls too, with a different purpose and journey from our own and, when they pass, are in heaven (the light) waiting for our eventual return home. A lot of people will be glad to know that, I feel.
The last straw was when the husband was off to work one day and his wife went upstairs to find the baby’s pram had been moved from the back bedroom all the way to the top of the stairs. At this point I was called and went to see what could be done. I sat, and tuned in, to see what I could find out. What I was able to see (in my minds eye) was a portly gentleman farmer dressed in quality tweeds including a waist coat. He looked like he could have been alive in the early nineteen hundreds. Anyway, I had his attention now so, in my mind, I explained the situation and helped him to cross over. He didn't complain, he realised he wasn't going to be left in peace anymore now that living people had moved in to the house.
I found out later that the house had been empty for about a year before these people moved there and the neighbours regularly saw movement in the windows, lights going on and off and told the family, later, they knew the house was haunted. The house had been empty a long enough time for the ghost to move in and consider that the house was his (this happens). The land where it was built had been a large farm that was sold and developed into housing estates. The original farm buildings no longer existed. His thinking would have been that they knocked down his house so he would just move into a new one.
The story didn’t end there though. Peace was restored for about two days but on day three, while the husband was out again, pandemonium broke out in the bathroom above the kitchen where the lady was busy preparing lunch. She went up to see what was happening to find everything on the lower shelves, of the bathroom, strewn all over the floor. The children weren’t to blame as they were with her, in the kitchen, at the time.
I was called again, as you would expect, and did the same as before. I sat and tuned in, but could sense nothing for ages, to the point where I was about to give up when I was prompted (by spirit, I'm sure) to think of the little girl patting the dog. I had helped the man to cross over but hadn’t thought about the dog. I asked him to come back and collect his dog and take it with him and that solved the problem. There were no more happenings after my second visit.
Note:
The family didn’t stay in that house very long, the experience they had un-nerved the lady so much that they made plans to move elsewhere as soon as was possible. Animals, our pets especially, have souls too, with a different purpose and journey from our own and, when they pass, are in heaven (the light) waiting for our eventual return home. A lot of people will be glad to know that, I feel.
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