I want to share with you my most memorable and unexplained experience. In 1988 my parents renovated our family home. This included demolishing the entire back half of the house and building a two-storey extension. My room was in the upstairs back left hand corner. Ever since the extension was built, we would often hear footsteps upstairs, especially in that room, along with noises from the four original rooms at the front of the house. We would hear people talking and would often sense a presence, yet we knew no-one was there.
In 1991 I was standing at the kitchen bench, which was in the new extension, and was facing the archway which linked the old with the new building. My mother was standing on the other side of the bench, facing me and with her back to the archway. The archway was at 11 o'clock, so about 30 degrees to the left of my view.
It was late in the afternoon the night after a party. There were still some helium balloons in the dining room (the room on the other side of the archway). I was having a conversation with my mother when I saw a black shadow outline of a person (a man) appear on the wall of the dining room. I could see this through the arch. I grinned at my mother and said my brother was out there, watch, he is going to scare us. You see, we had this ongoing family discussion about our house guests, some believed, others were sceptical, and one of those sceptics, was my brother.
So anyway, I watched the shadow for at least a minute, waiting for him to make a noise or jump out of the archway in his attempt to scare us, but no, instead, one of the bunches of balloons came down under the arch and whooshed across the ceiling to the stairway about three metres away from the arch. Giggling under our breath, my mother and I pretended not to see it and waited for my brother to appear, but nothing.....we waited, nothing. Shortly after, I whispered to my mother, he's gone (as in the shadow). So we both waited patiently for him to come in or for the front door to open or close. But again, nothing.
After about two minutes, we both were a little curious. So we went into the dining room, no brother, we went into the lounge, no brother, the bedroom, no brother. The front door was locked from the inside and the archway was the only link from that part of the house to where we were. Where had this person gone? Where did the shadow come from?
Confused, but intrigued, we tried to replicate the shadow, but couldn't. We tried with the lights on, off, curtains opened, closed, but nothing portrayed the shadow we had both seen.
We then moved onto the balloons. You see, the ceiling in the dining room was 13 feet high, yet the ceiling in the kitchen was 10 feet high. We tried everything to bring those balloons down and through the arch and across the roof to their resting place near the stairs. It was impossible. Nothing we tried even came close to what we had observed. We tried everything we possibly could to try and debunk what we had seen. It was frustrating and obsessive. For hours we discussed, reflected and re-enacted.
It absolutely blew my mind.
When my brother returned late that night, my mother and I told him what we had experienced. He, my sceptic bother, could not fathom how this could have happened. Now, the three of us were trying to re-enact what we had witnessed and again, to no avail.
The three of us then gathered around the bench, me on the side facing the arch and my brother and mother on the other side of the bench with their backs to the arch, but facing the laundry.
We came to the conclusion that it must have been wind and an unusual shadow cast from the window (mind you a shadow in the shape of a man). I did not believe this, but I had to tell my mind something, so it would stop obsessing on what it had witnessed, when suddenly the lid of the washing machine lifted and the filter in the centre came out and flew across the kitchen and landed near my ride hand side.
The three of us gasped in "WHAT THE?". The washing machine was off, the lid was closed. Who or what did that? What was going on? Who, or what was telling me, it was not wind, nor a shadow, it was ME!
I was 21 when this happened and the tingling sensation and pain in my legs which flowed up through my body is what I experienced that day and still do today when around spirits.
I know now that what I witnessed was paranormal and was in fact my first visual experience of a spirit that I can clearly recall.
We have since moved on from that house, but to no surprise, the new owners have shared with us many unexplained experiences, one of which is a shadow of a man who lurks in the dining room. Did our renovation impact on spirits......
Interesting, very interesting.
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