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Dont plan your life...
Plan to be surprised by it
Posted by: testtrackfreak
Wow, some freaky stuff in here. Here's what happened to me when i was 10.
I was in Junior School (yeah, I'm from England) and it was a tradition to stay at this old building called Cliffe House for a few nights. You know, study the local rock formations, wildlife etc. Typical educational visit.
Well, on the second night, i was sleeping in room 6 (if anyone on here knows of Cliffe House, they should know that its on the same floor as the room with the huge hole in it) with the bedside light on - at the time, i still needed a light to get comfortable at night.
At some time early in the morning, my light cut out. This disturbed me, and woke me up. Yet, almost through instinct, I turned over and looked at the hanging beam on the ceiling. I have no idea why I drew my gaze there, but I was just attracted to that section. As I kept on staring, I felt cold - granted it was November, but this cold draft came from nowhere.
As I kept on staring (i hadn't blinked at all) a figure appeared. Crouched on the beam. Now, the room was dark. But what I saw was pure darkness - it was just a black shape amongst a dark background. Yet it seemed to pull all the light in. It was compelling to look at. With the cold breeze that moved through the room, it appeared to ripple (much like a flag in the wind). I was captivated - it didn't seem natural. It didn't seem real.
Then it moved. And I'll always remember it raising what can only be described as a head. It was a slow, yet intimidating action. It looked at me, as I stared at it.
My attention then moved to its eyes (or where they should be). They were just holes. Where as before I couldn't see the wall behind this figure, I could through its eyes. And I've never known terror like this before; for just this split second I knew fear. Felt worthless. Felt vulnerable. Felt like I was looking at some creature superior to me. That I had no power in stopping if it chose to attack me.
And then I blinked. The draft that was moving through the room disappeared. Warmth returned to my body. And the bedside light came back on. The darkness ceased to be.
Admittedly, I was confused, scared and unwilling to believe what had happened. I was only 10 - such supernatural occurrences aren't meant to happen. I wasn't old enough to grasp what had (or hadn't happened).
Moving forward 8 years (if you can't do simple maths, that makes me 18). I'm channel flicking at home with my parents, and they put on Most Haunted. I'm thinking "ugh... what a crap program" when suddenly the presenter announces that in this episode they're going to venture Cliffe House. The same one I stayed at 8 years ago (well, 9 years ago as I'm 19 as I write this post). And they state that they have evidence of an angry spirit who resides there; the spirit of a young man who was killed by the man who was sleeping with his wife. In room 6, 2nd floor. I couldn't believe it...
I got scared reading that. By the way, you definetly have writing skills. You should be an author or something.
Thank you. I do a fair bit of writing, but I've found that speaking from past experiences makes it easier to interpret your thoughts into words. In all honesty, i still get nightmares over the experience. How odd that I can easily tell an online community that, yet not my closest friends...
I knew a spiritualist who I was good friends with. When she first met me, she sensed a vibe around me, like I had experienced something I wasn't ready to. That was the first thing she said when we met (I was dating her daughter). She did say that it was my guardian, and that because I looked at it (which apparently your not suppose to) it affected me on that night.
It's strange really, because whilst it was terrifying, it was beautiful as well. It could have either been my guardian, or some angry spirit (as Taldarin the AI theorised on page140). I will never find out, so I'll just have to continue pondering =)