The Haunting

Blather correspondent Lyra is living in a haunted house. No, really. Read and post comments… tell us what YOU think!


In May of this year I moved house. My new home is an ordinary semi-detached mock Tudor house, around 20 years old, situated in a housing estate here in Galway. The area is quiet and the house looks onto a piece of old woodland, which is quite pleasant. In fact it was the woodland that really decided me on the house.
I moved into the house alone on the first of May (which is tempting fate as far as faeries go!). My flatmate Megan was to be joining me in a few days and we had yet to find a third flatmate.
So I was alone on my first night there, all except of course my trusty hound Lola, my bull terrier cross. I was not unnerved by this, having lived in many remote places alone in the past.
As I was lying down to sleep that night, suddenly there was a commotion at my bedroom door. It opened and someone seemed to enter. Terrified, I got up and turned on my bedside lamp. Although my door was open, I felt sure, as my dog seemed to, that there was someone in the house. There was also the sound of footsteps on the landing. I managed to call my boyfriend on my mobile phone, who came over at once and together we searched the house. We found nothing.
The next few months were quiet, though I sometimes couldn’t shake off the feeling of a presence. Also, I had just taken in a little stray cat at the time and would ‘see’ him, or a small animal like him around the house – when he would actually be asleep or out somewhere.
We had trouble finding and keeping another housemate. Megan and I joked that the house didn’t want a third person!
We had a strange Spanish housemate who climbed into Megan’s bed one night drunk… because he claimed he couldn’t get his bedroom door open! We had no such trouble showing him the front one.
Then an American girl moved in and right back out again claiming the room ‘didn’t suit her’. Naturally, we were a little paranoid but as we were clean living and mostly sane girls, we felt optimistic.
Eventually Sorcha joined our ship and she seemed quite happy. She did, however, remark on ‘feeling a male presence’ in the room. Then Megan left for America and the flatmate hunt began again. People came and went. Again i joked about our stubborn house…
On the of 5th August, I went away on a short trip with my boyfriend. While away, Sorcha rang me to say we had got our third flatmate – a sturdy minded psychologist, who would move in later in the week.
When I got back, Sorcha was slightly unnerved. She said she had been having some strange experiences while I was away, and as I found out, had been having them for a while before that too.
On Thursday afternoon, the 5th, she had been in our sitting room with a friend, when she saw what she thought was a man going upstairs. She checked the house but found nothing.
Later, when going to bed, she heard a thump from my room, ‘like the sound of feet hitting the ground after jumping from the bed’. There were footsteps to the door, and after sounds of a struggle, the door opened. Sorcha was terrified and while phoning a friend on her mobile (for support) investigated my room. As she passed the bathroom she was overwhelmed by the feeling that there was a presence in there. Her friend on the other end of the phone became concerned and quickly came round in her car. She took Sorcha to stay at her house for the night.
Sorcha also told me of other phenomena that had been occurring. She had returned to the house on several occasions to find most – or all – of the kitchen doors open.
She too had seen ‘the cat’. One day, while in the sitting room, she heard a ‘miaow’ and noticed a cat standing behind her. She thought it was my cat – Crowley – but then realised she could hear Crowley eating his Kite-Kat in the kitchen.
In the following weeks activities increased. I’m not sure if that was because we were giving energy to the idea of ‘it’…
On the 11th of August, Sorcha awoke to the smell of aftershave in her room. And it wasn’t even good aftershave!
On the following nights, she found herself waking at four and five in the morning with a feeling that there was a ‘presence’ in the room. On one occasion she even saw what she thought was a young man.
On the night of the 14th, my boyfriend stayed over with me. The next morning we awoke to find a chair moved to the middle of the room, almost up against the bed. Both of us were certain that we didn’t move it during the night. Why would we put it in the way? It’s usually up against the wall and is a heavy chair. I’d prefer to think it was me sleepwalking…
On the 16th I had a restless night. I felt a cold hand touching my back and turned to see the figure of a young man – it quickly faded. On the following nights I heard sighs and also a ‘thump’, like the one Sorcha heard of, like someone jumping off my bed… a bump in the night. The following two weeks seemed quiet. We had thrown salt in the corners of the rooms and burnt sage. These actions are said to cleanse unwanted energies from a house. Our new flatmate Ruth seemed to notice nothing, and we didn’t tell her about it anyway.
I did see the cat very clearly on two occasions: once on the 25th walking by the sitting room door; and on the 6th of September. He appeared very solid – almost in black and white – then started to fade, head and tail first…
On the 9th, Ruth, Sorcha and I were sitting down to have dinner together. We were chatting away when we heard the front door bang, as if someone had just come in. I ignored it, expecting it to be my boyfriend. Then I remembered he was working that evening. There were more bangs upstairs and a dragging sound. We were all concerned that we had an intruder and rushed to investigate. As before we found nothing. Ruth was very confused so we explained to her what had been happening before. She was a little disturbed but was better after lots of wine.
During the same evening, the animals were reacting to people who weren’t there, particularly my dog. Her head moved as if she was watching something, and she adopted the body language she uses when approaching a new person.
Since that last encounter we’ve decided to take some action. At he moment these include voodoo rituals, cleansings and a house blessing from a local rector who’s experienced in this kind of thing. Watch this space…
– Lyra

daev
Chief Bottle Washer at Blather

Writer, photographer, environmental campaigner and “known troublemaker” Dave Walsh is the founder of Blather.net, described both as “possibly the most arrogant and depraved website to be found either side of the majestic Shannon River”, and “the nicest website circulating in Ireland”. Half Irishman, half-bicycle. He lives in southern Irish city of Barcelona.


13 comments

  1. It’s about time Blather gor back to the paranomal.
    Leave the politics be,pile on the unexplainable. I had an experience in 1985 in old house that really made my shyte itch. I had gotten up early in the morning and walked barefoot down the hall to take a shower. When I got out of the shower my sneakers were there.
    There was no explanation for them being there. I distincly remember the shock I felt when I saw
    them there. Untill you experience it you won’t beleive it.

  2. You’re crazy too. Ghostly sneakers, that’s just silly.
    I agree however that we need more paranormal stuff on this here webpage. It’s more interesting than politics and much less depressing. I get my daily depression from the BBC and the New York Times and a cheerful haunting on Blather perks me right up.

  3. You are right on target Jaguar about wasting your time with the worries of the world, but you did not read the last line of my post where I stated you will only really believe or relate to “Ghost activity” untill you have experienced it. I know damn well what happened that morning.
    I would also add the Irish have a particular gift
    in relating thease experiences, and I enjoy reading about it

  4. Who’s MacFook? Let’s keep in mind that I’m not Irish and your little cute ‘Irishisms’ make no sense to me. Just like drinking Guiness. There I’ve said it. Guiness tastes like it’s been fermented in a rubber boot, or gargled by dogs before moving into a mouldy slime lined keg.
    I’ll have another Fuller’s please……………

  5. When my husband and i moved into our first house (built around the turn of the 19th century) there was a lot of unexplained activity. Our dog used to growl at something then get on her belly, whimper and slither away backwards from whatever was upsetting her. No amount of goading could get her to come to us in that spot. The lights would flicker, the TV would pop on and off or change channels. On night, I got iritated at my dear husband for continually patting my hair while i was trying to get to sleep. Annoyed, i shouted at him to cut it out. He, apparently in the middle of sleeping, nearly fell out of the bed from my outburst. I explained to him why i shouted – we slept withthe light on that night. After a couple of months, what evere it was must have gotten use to us – things settled down and no activity. Then the baby was born. Again the electricity and TV oddities, but add to that the baby swing turning itself on and electronic baby toys playing music that they were NOT programmed to play. We would often find the side of the crib dwn, after swearing we had pulled it up. The crib toys would turn on by themselves everyso ofter or the baby wake up screaming inconsolably. Finally after too many restless nights, in the middle of one night, I stood in the room and firmly told whatever that it was time for the baby to sleep and it was unwelcomed in the room at night. All such nightly activity stoped – although every so often weird things happened in the day. Just a few weeks ago we moved out of the house to a bigger house in a better neighborhood – Sophie, my now 2 year old daughter, stood in the middle of her new room and looked at me. She asked “Where memere?” (Memere being the French word for Grandmother here in the Franco-American community) But what is weird while I had a Memere, Sophie has 2 Nana’s – she has never been introduced to the word Memere. She proceeded to look throught the new house and kept asking Where Memere. After a good search of all the rooms – she had a good cry becuase she couldn’t find Memere. Do you think Memere might visit the new owners of our house?

  6. Wow! I don’t think I would want to stay long somewhere like that. I mean, I’ve had “experiences” before, but NOTHING like that. My girlfriend, however, would love it there. Heh.

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