Post by notamushroom on Jul 6, 2005 18:29:46 GMT -5
Way before I was born my god mother was living in rented accommodation in Oxford with her 2 small children in a house that had been converted into flats.
When they first moved in all manner of strange things started to happen. Knocks on the walls which of course were attributed to pipes, what with the house being old and all. Furniture and objects moved - but hey two small kids running round things never stay put. Food would go missing that was put in the pantry and complaints where coming in from the neighbours about my god mothers children being out at night shouting and playing when their mother knew they were safely tucked up in bed. But things really hit the fan when the youngest daughter, Julie, developed an imaginary friend ‘Lucy’. Things between Julie and her new friend where great to start of with.
About 2 months later Julie and her friend fell out. Everything was quiet for a bit and then the sheet pulling and hair tugging began. When the children were put to bed at night they would run out of the room screaming and crying saying that ‘Lucy’ was pulling the duvet off their beds, pulling their hair and pinching them when they were sleeping.
This is when my god mother finally started paying attention to what was going on around her. Certain spots in her house where cold all the time, even with the heating on full blast. Food she knew she had brought from the shops was going missing, not things her kids would take like chocolate or biscuits but cheese and bread. Hearing her children crying at night about ‘Lucy’ she decided that the best course of action would be to let the children sleep with her at night and go to bed early with them. (Her husband was away at sea)
Meantime, whilst all of this was going on my mother (who had been her best friend since school) was living with her first husband in Germany when she came across an article in a women’s magazine about the house my god mother was living in.
So the article goes the house was actually a manor house back in the early 18th century. It was bought by a couple with money from abroad who moved in after getting married. They kept themselves pretty much too themselves and never really got involved in the community that was around them.
Unfortunately after living there for just under a decade the husband died leaving the wife all alone. Her side of the family immediately offered support by sending suitors round too court the new widow once the grieving period was considered over . After awhile she found one she liked and decided to move back home with him.
It wasn’t until the 19th century that her little secret was discovered. Whilst married to her first husband she had actually had 3 children ranging from the youngest being a few months old to the oldest at seven when their father died.
The mother convinced that with her children no man would want her and knowing that nobody had been informed to their existence, decided she would hide them. Apparently her plan went well at first. She locked them in a small box room and came regularly with food and kisses, but as more men knocked on the door with expensive presents and nice outings the more she forgot her children. (Scarily like ‘Flowers in the Attic’ I know.)
The inevitable happened, and her babies were dead. She bricked the door to the box room over and moved back to where she came from with the new man in her life. It wasn’t until almost 70 years later that the small corpses where discovered by builders when the house was being renovated and that was when the house first started getting reports about being haunted.
My mother sent the cutting to her friend who had already moved out due to the circumstances at the flat and was now living with her mother.
Well that’s my first contribution to paranormal room
Kirsty
When they first moved in all manner of strange things started to happen. Knocks on the walls which of course were attributed to pipes, what with the house being old and all. Furniture and objects moved - but hey two small kids running round things never stay put. Food would go missing that was put in the pantry and complaints where coming in from the neighbours about my god mothers children being out at night shouting and playing when their mother knew they were safely tucked up in bed. But things really hit the fan when the youngest daughter, Julie, developed an imaginary friend ‘Lucy’. Things between Julie and her new friend where great to start of with.
About 2 months later Julie and her friend fell out. Everything was quiet for a bit and then the sheet pulling and hair tugging began. When the children were put to bed at night they would run out of the room screaming and crying saying that ‘Lucy’ was pulling the duvet off their beds, pulling their hair and pinching them when they were sleeping.
This is when my god mother finally started paying attention to what was going on around her. Certain spots in her house where cold all the time, even with the heating on full blast. Food she knew she had brought from the shops was going missing, not things her kids would take like chocolate or biscuits but cheese and bread. Hearing her children crying at night about ‘Lucy’ she decided that the best course of action would be to let the children sleep with her at night and go to bed early with them. (Her husband was away at sea)
Meantime, whilst all of this was going on my mother (who had been her best friend since school) was living with her first husband in Germany when she came across an article in a women’s magazine about the house my god mother was living in.
So the article goes the house was actually a manor house back in the early 18th century. It was bought by a couple with money from abroad who moved in after getting married. They kept themselves pretty much too themselves and never really got involved in the community that was around them.
Unfortunately after living there for just under a decade the husband died leaving the wife all alone. Her side of the family immediately offered support by sending suitors round too court the new widow once the grieving period was considered over . After awhile she found one she liked and decided to move back home with him.
It wasn’t until the 19th century that her little secret was discovered. Whilst married to her first husband she had actually had 3 children ranging from the youngest being a few months old to the oldest at seven when their father died.
The mother convinced that with her children no man would want her and knowing that nobody had been informed to their existence, decided she would hide them. Apparently her plan went well at first. She locked them in a small box room and came regularly with food and kisses, but as more men knocked on the door with expensive presents and nice outings the more she forgot her children. (Scarily like ‘Flowers in the Attic’ I know.)
The inevitable happened, and her babies were dead. She bricked the door to the box room over and moved back to where she came from with the new man in her life. It wasn’t until almost 70 years later that the small corpses where discovered by builders when the house was being renovated and that was when the house first started getting reports about being haunted.
My mother sent the cutting to her friend who had already moved out due to the circumstances at the flat and was now living with her mother.
Well that’s my first contribution to paranormal room
Kirsty
