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This story starts when I was a child and has a few time jumps but I will add that in so there is no confusion, I apologise for how long it is and I really hope to hear it on the show.
My story starts when I was 7 years old, I was born in 1993 so this was 2000 and I grew up close to saddleworth moors where the murders happened with Ian Brady and mira hindley. At this point in my life I hadn’t have anything paranormal happen to me before but always felt a deep connection to horror and gothic genre and anything spooky, I would also have prophetic dreams I used to call them where I would dream something like an conversation or action and it would happen / come true later on in the week or the next day and it would give me severe Deja vu I also at this time suffered from sleep paralysis every night this stopped later on in my teen years.
This day we went to the moors like we used to every weekend with the dogs wee would just walk for hours and hours no clear direction or anything as a family playing and such, so we did know a lot about the moors and were very familiar at this point. We were heading back to the car park when my dog (maverick a blue Great Dane )ran off suddenly and I ran to get her as I turned a corner round a mound p, a small hill that was as tall as an adult, and I felt immediately that something was different I looked up and saw a house/ barn and next to it an old tree the house was old built of rough stone and aged . Maverick at this point was frantic trying to pull me away but i couldn’t I felt myself moving towards it without knowing like a trance, I could hear voices inside the house but also outside like it was being carried on the wind. When I got to the barn door the voices stopped well everything stopped the wind the birds everything, maverick at this point was just whimpering but still trying to pull me away he actually but my hand at one point which drew blood but I didn’t feel it at all I only knew after and he had never bitten me before he was a gentle dog and was the type to get worried if I fell over playing.
I opened the barn door and it was empty but I could hear a rhythmic creaking sound but couldn’t see anything, maverick wouldn’t come in the barn no matter what I said he just paced outside frantically like he was being stopped from coming in. I was just about to leave when I heard it a whisper from the dark it said my name, I froze and felt all the hair on the back of neck stand up and I felt like I couldn’t breathe like my body was being pressed from all sides like being forced in a tube. The voice told me to turn around and I did but again I didn’t want to, by now I was scared and uncomfortable I tried to fight but it was futile. When I turned to face the back of the barn there was nothing there just dark and still that creaking noise, my head was then forced to look up not fast or hard it was gentle but firm a hand holding my jaw moving it up and I saw them, the women hanging from the beams of the barn there must have been 20 all different ages young and old, all wearing white nightgowns, they were swaying like there was wind moving them but there was no wind. The voices from before started again it was like they were all talking to me in my head screaming some said help us,others join us, and others said you did this to us. At this point I was released and I fell back and hit the floor I could breathe again I ran to the door but just as I reached the threshold a deeper voice spoke I knew this was the thing that held me and had its hand on my jaw I don’t know what it was but I knew it didn’t want to hurt me or kill me just wanted me. He said I’ll see you soon child.
I ran as fast as I could after that to where I came from , maverick was right with me. As soon as I rounded the corner I ran into my parents but there was now a lot more people there and police officers. My dad grabbed me and held me he asked me where I’d been, where did I go, why I didn’t come when they shouted? I was confused and overwhelmed cause when I came around the corner all the sound returned like when you un mute a tv, I could hear cars and shouting and dogs barking and the sky was darker now than it was earlier close to night time . My mum was mad shouting and pacing pulling her hair, my dad just held me crying, I was so confused I said dad why are you crying he wouldn’t let go of me but he said you have been gone for hours (I would say it was about 11/12 am when I left and I came back around 6/7pm it was summer so it was lighter for longer). He said we couldn’t find you and you didn’t come back, they had other walkers with dogs helping them look and one of them called police and about 10 of them had come down to help with an initial search. I just said I was at the house with the big tree, which confused everyone because there is no house where we were, there’s never been a house there and I’ve checked all old records and even in the library, there’s never has never been a house there or mention of a plan to build a house at any point. A few police men went round the corner to look but came back saying there’s nothing there, at this point my dad saw I was bleeding and we went to the hospital. The police were quite mad saying a waste of police resources on a child’s game but thankfully no charges were given.
(Timejump)
After this incident nothing happened, no hauntings or activity, I myself was fine other than strange dreams of the house and a feeling like I was never alone, there’s was something there not bad or scary but not good either. 2 years passed till something happened, at home there was me, mum, dad and my sister who was a few years older than me, I have 2 other siblings a brother and sister who didn’t live at home anymore. Me and my sister hated each other and I mean hated she hated me from being a baby, I don’t know why she never said at first it was name calling and sibling bullying but it turned more violent as we got older she broke my arm twice the same arm by pushing me off the top of our bunk bed ( my parent both worked long and hard jobs my mum was an A&E nurse at the local hospital and my dad was a tanker driver, fuel like oil and petrol and stuff so they didn’t know the extent of the bullying and my mum was also very abusive toward myself and all my siblings verbal and physical) anyways my sister liked to play twisted pranks on me as I was younger but this time it was different and a very different outcome. I was a very Gullible child at that age and she told me that she thought she could hear a cat in the attic and it sounded hurt , I love animals especially cats so she knew I would immediately try and help even though I hated the attic and dark spaces. The attic could only be accessed by pull down stairs if you was an adult you could pull it down by hand as it was reachable but we had a pole if we needed anything from there as we used it for storage but I also kept my books up there as I loved reading but I didn’t have room for all my books. I went up in the attic and my sister said she would stand at the bottom of the stairs and hold them so the didn’t fold back up. As you went in there was a cord for the light, a singular bulb. I reached for the cord but no light came on, there was enough light coming from the hallway so I could see about half of the attic so I thought that would be enough so I crawled forward calling out for the cat, nothing when I was half way the door slammed shut I called out and screamed for my sister but she just laughed and said have fun with the spiders. You couldn’t open the attic from the inside and there were no other ways to get out. At first I was scared I hated the dark and spiders and I shouted and screamed crying but she didn’t open the door. I don’t know how long after being there I felt it again the thing from the barn it felt like it was sitting behind me close but not touching at this point I was curled up on the floor in a ball thinking this was safest, I felt something a hand start stroking my hair like it was trying to comfort me, it felt warm not cold like it was an actual person. It was silent just sat there stroking my hair. A hours later when my mum got off work my sister told her where I was trying to get me in trouble for not finishing my chores and got me from the attic and I did get in trouble and she didn’t believe me about the thing in the attic so I was grounded for a week after that. The entire week I was grounded my sister started having trouble sleeping said she had night mares and felt like she was being pulled from her bed in the night, every night the entire house would wake to her screaming and no one had a clue as to why it only happened to her so again it was brushed off but I knew it was the thing just a feeling like it was doing it because of what she did to me, every night that week I fell asleep to something stroking my hair (I had tried to tell my parents but neither of them believed me my mum was just dismissive saying I was watching too many movies my dad was mostly too tired from work to do anything about it or listen) so I stopped telling them and this thing became my friend it didn’t speak or do anything it was just there not an imaginary friend as I nrever saw a face it was just a shadow a presence that was there and went everywhere with me, I didn’t have friends so to me it was kind of nice I always spoke to (him) and tell him my feelings and my thoughts it was nice.
(Time jump)
My next (encounter) with him was in high school, by this time we had moved (me and my mum only due to court and social services cps for American listeners, my mum hadn’t changed she was still abusive but now it was just me we were both no contact with the rest of the family, I wasn’t given a choice in that matter or to the move but I was the youngest so she only had me left ) to the Netherlands as my mum had friends there, I was in the middle of my high school years as school there was very different. They were having a big event where there was thrifting items, crafting,lottery,prizes a big thing which was to raise money for charity, I had begged to go and mum was having one of her good days so we went, there was an aura reading there where they take your picture and they tell you about it I immediately wanted to do it and I love all that and anything involving witches and the afterlife. I was very goth at this point and still am to my mothers dismay, she didn’t want to and didn’t believe in ‘that shite’ her words so she wandered off and I went and had it done it was an older Chinese lady who was working the booth very friendly she took my picture and I knew something was wrong when I saw her face, she took me to a table in a quieter closed off area of her booth think a fortune tellers tent, first she laid down the picture and showed it me she didn’t say anything just watched as I looked at it, it looked like it was split in two on the left mostly red and purple and a streak of yellow and on the right black just dark black a gauge human shape with a hand on my right shoulder, she asked if I knew what it was and I told her everything that had happened to me, she said it’s not hurting you and it doesn’t want to, it wants to hurt others through you like a conduit I give it the energy it needs to effect others and my environment she said it’s helping you bottle your emotions and it’s waiting till the bottle can’t hold any more to release it’s self and then it will leave you and move on to another. I was quite shocked by what she said and numb feeling, I thanked her and went to leave I couldn’t speak or react to what she said like she said (he) was bottling my emotions and reactions to things. A young woman came over to me as I left the booth and asked me if I wanted a reading and I told her no the older woman already gave me one, she was shocked and said you speak Cantonese and I was like no why? She told me her mother doesn’t speak Dutch (native language of the Netherlands) or English only Cantonese, she tried to put her hand on my arm as I hadn’t reacted or replied to her and she just frowned at me and took 2 steps back and I left, I didn’t tell anyone about this and I burned the picture when I got home, it scared me and I couldn’t have it around me.
(Time jump)
The last encounter I had was a dream, as I said in the start that I used to have future, Deja vu dreams but hadn’t had one since I was a teen this dream happened when I was late 20’s I had started having sleep paralysis episodes again not every night but a few times a month, after one of these episodes It happened I was in an old chicken barn it wasn’t in use anymore so there were no chickens inside, and I was with 3 other people we were all kids sitting in a circle around a ouija board, we were just playing having fun asking stupid questions and saying we were all pushing the planchette, we asked is there anyone here? It moved to yes, then what’s your name? Sarah then why are you here? Danger who is in danger ? You. Before we could ask it something else it spelled out run, run, run repeatedly even when we let go still spelling run, we all got up and started running we were so scared, behind all the bulbs in the lights exploded as we ran. We ran to the house and my mam came out she was so mad when we told her as she had told us to never mess with a ouija board, there was banging coming from the barn like it was being torn apart inside, my mum took the petrol can that we used for the quad bikes and poured it all around the outside of the barn and especially in front of the barn door, she grabbed some matches from inside the house and some old oil soaked rags she had from from fixing the tractor and set fire to the barn. When I woke I was confused and my heart was racing, it felt so real like I had actually done that and it had actually happened, I told my mum about it and she said you never played with a ouija board, but when I went on describing everything because I was so convinced it happened and desperately wanted her to believe me. She at first was like no nothing like that happened but when I said there were another boy there and a girl and the part of the lights exploding she got quiet she asked je what the other ones looked like and what they were wearing, and what she was wearing when she came out the house and what she did , I told her that she was wearing old jeans and suspenders with green boots which I laughed at cause she would never wear that and that she grabbed me by the hair and shouted at all of us. She just stared at me like a dead stare like she was looking at someone she didn’t know. She then said that wasn’t you, that didn’t happen to you, it happened to me. She told me what she did when she was a child with her brother and sister every detail matched even ones I had left out, when it got to the part where she came out the house she said that wasn’t my dad he used to fall asleep in his chair most nights and he always wore old jeans, suspenders and had green boots, and it was her hair he grabbed and as she was saying it it was like I could see it happening but I wasn’t me anymore my face became hers and at the house it wasn’t her anymore it was her dads face, I never met my mums dad he died before I was born and I’ve never seen pictures as she never had any of him and wouldn’t speak of him even when asked. But I could see his face in my mind and as I told her what he looked like all colour drained for her face, her eyes were wide like she was seeing it too and she just bolted from the table. I’m 32 now and since that day she has never spoken to me about that dream, when I ask she changes the subject no matter how much I ask, and that night he left. I never felt his presence again I felt him leave me he stroked my hair one last time like I was a child and left.