Happy Halloween all! I’m currently sat curled up on the sofa with my candles burning and a cup of tea to hand. Although spring is firmly my favourite time of year, there’s something about Spooky Season that has always excited me. Even when I was little I loved Halloween – I remember getting ready to go trick-or-treating with my sister, smothered in black eyeshadow and dressed in a makeshift binbag gown. Even though we’ve not been able to celebrate properly this year (my mom and I had booked to go to Boston which was sadly cancelled for obvious reasons!) I can’t help but allow my thoughts to turn to all things creepy and mysterious tonight.
I’ve always had a fascination with the supernatural. I could read about paranormal encounters and ghostly conspiracies for hours on end. I’d love to know; do you believe in ghosts?
Half the people I know say ghosts are nonsense, while the other half are convinced they exist and claim to have had real-life paranormal experiences. I’ve never ‘seen’ a spirit myself but have definitly felt certain energies that I couldn’t explain.
For example, there’s a pub near my mom and dad’s called The Crooked House. It was built as a farmhouse in the 18th century and is aptly named due to it’s wonky appearance. For years the pub has been infamous for its ghosts – it’s said to be haunted by a servant girl, a child and an old man that stands by the fireplace. The road that leads up to the building has no lighting whatsoever and feels so ominous as you’re making your way to the car park! When I was little I always used look down as we drove in as I was too frightened to glance out the window. I also hated going to the loos there on my own!
There’s one particular experience that always sticks in my mind. One night when I was around ten or so my family and I had gone to The Crooked House for dinner. I was tired so I let my head loll while my parents finished their drinks. As I was dozing off I felt someone stroking my hair – assuming it was my mom I opened my eyes and saw there was no one near me. Even to this day that memory gives me goose bumps!
I’ve also had some spooky experiences as an adult. A few years back I moved into an apartment in Stafford. Now, I’m not usually a jumpy person but for the ten months I lived there I often had an odd feeling, as if someone was watching me. Some nights I’d be nervous to turn corners or open doors as I was convinced there’d be something waiting there. My dog would also refuse to step into my bedroom while I was getting ready in the mornings, even when I’d call her in. Not long after I moved I found out that the building had been a psychiatric hospital in the 1800s – very eerie!
So, have you ever had a paranormal experience? Are you a fan of Halloween?