Bluecheese
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As well as the weird things happening in our 'miracle field' belonging to the old farmhouse (1610) we purchased in 1997 we became aware of a presence in the house. Our youngest daughter, then 21, was on a visit home and woke up to find a monk sitting on the end of the bed. She found it a pleasant experience, until her brain kicked in, and then she wondered what on earth he was doing there! We thought it was a dream until I saw an apparition of a monk in broad daylight a couple of days later. From then on Brother Doli (Adolphus) became part of the family. Our son, who has Down’s Syndrome saw him frequently, and accepted the fact as normal. I have seen the monk on about six occasions, each time I thought I was seeing a flesh and blood person for the second or two that I was aware of the presence.
In January 1999 the first stain of a Welsh religious word appeared on the wall in the lounge, TANGNEFEDD, meaning peace as in ‘peace be with you’. Soon the wall erupted in religious words, all in Welsh. We also noticed crosses and little monks appearing all over the place, inside and out. Carvings in the form of words, crosses and monks also materialised. This was a continuing phenomenon. Sometimes the words and images would remain for a year or two, other times they would come and go quite quickly.
I am a very amateur photographer, but I have taken a lot of photographs over the 15 years we lived in that house. From time to time an inexplicable image on a photo when appear that was not visible when I took the shot. One particularly memorable one was taken in the autumn of 1997. I happened to shoot some photos of the barn in our field, a really spooky image of a grotesque face appeared on one of the photographs. If I had seen it in reality, I think I would have been a few miles down the road!
Footsteps were frequently heard going up and down our staircase and along the landing. We also heard bumps and bangs of unknown origin. They could be so loud that one could be forgiven for thinking that the house was about to fall down! This phenomenon could occur at anytime of the day or night.
Before long we had another ghostly houseguest, Jane. We have a tombstone, which was dug up from under the lawn about 35 years ago. The workman, whom we met a few years ago, refused to dig any deeper for fear of disinterring any bones! The inscription on the stone reads, Jane Jones Aged 15 1778. In March 2001 I saw a girl standing on the back patio, stroking the cat. She was young and heavily pregnant, dressed in a long smock like dress and blue cloak. In the ten seconds it took me to get to the backdoor, she had disappeared. There was absolutely nowhere she could have gone without me seeing her go. A workman in the lane said that he had not seen her. We began to discover the name ‘Jane’ in the form of a stain or carving on the walls. Putting two and two together, we assumed that this was the girl I had seen.
Our ghostly houseguests seemed fascinated by the computer! E-mails, of which we have no knowledge, have been sent out at times when we have been in, out or asleep, and the computer switched off. These have been Welsh words, similar to those on our walls, the recipients are folks listed in our address book. Sometimes Welsh words have appeared in documents that my husband had been typing, this could be quite annoying if the document is sent out and the word has gone unnoticed!
We often heard voices in the house at different times of day and night. The words are just beyond our level of hearing; we cannot pinpoint exactly where the sound is coming from. Occasionally these have sounded like the voices of children, a crowd of people, or just a couple having a conversation, we even heard a baby crying in our kitchen!
An impressive piece of spooky mischief was the transportation of heavy objects around our home. We have a large wooden owl carved out of a single piece of teak. It weighs approximately 182lbs and it was with difficulty that two strong men lifted it into position on our 16-inch high hearth in August 2002. A few months later it transported itself across the room, and continued to go walkabout periodically.
The tombstone used to lean against the front wall of the house, for some unaccountable reason it fell over three times in one day in 2002. It was getting damaged so we decided to bring it into the lounge and tuck it away in a corner where the casual observer was unlikely to notice it. It seemed quite 'happy' for a number of months until that too went walkies! On the last occasion it was missing for a period of five days. We searched every single place we could think of in the house and garden. It is quite heavy and nobody could get very far carrying it. I had an Internet acquaintance, a psychic who lives on the south coast of England. More in fun, than any hope of finding the stone, I asked her to use her psychic ability to locate it. She e-mailed me to say that she had the impression it was under my husband’s side of the bed! We had looked there so it seemed unlikely. However, sure enough, there it was, soaking wet, yet the carpet beneath it was bone dry! We put it back in its place in the lounge and water drained out of it for the next four days. This was weird; stones do not normally act like sponges! In the end I got fed up and asked my husband to put it outside. Within an hour it had hopped over to the flowerbed opposite the house. It was decided to put it in the exact spot it had been in when we moved into our home in 1997. Growing beside it was a passiflora, which had given us great delight, fruiting and flowering. The passiflora had been planted after the tombstone had been moved away from its original position. A few days later I was working in my upstairs study, on the other side of the house, when I became aware of a woman’s perfume wafting in through the open window. Fascinated, I went into the garden to try to trace the source of it. It took me a while before I discovered it was emanating from the tombstone! Soon after that an unseen animal seemed to be attacking the plant. We discovered bite and scratch marks on the stem. Try as we might to protect it, the stem was bitten through! We were upset and my husband blamed the odour coming from the tombstone for attracting the phantom animal! In temper, he threw the stone onto the lawn, threatening to smash it up! It remained face down for about thirty-six hours. I suggested we should put it behind a tree in the herb garden at the back. On lifting it up, we discovered black scorch marks all the way down the front of the stone, just as if it had been in a fire, yet the lawn beneath was not damaged! The stone stayed in the back garden for a couple of years before once again going walkies! A few weeks later we found it once more in the lounge snuggled up to the owl!
One surprising, and welcome spin off of all this ghostly activity is my artistic talent! I had never been artistic in the whole of my life; I detested art at school. For my 50th birthday, in January 2000, I was given an ink jet printer with a freebie digital art package. I was persuaded to give this art form a try. In the early days it felt as if a presence was standing at my right shoulder guiding my right hand. Until that time I had controlled the computer mouse with my left hand, as I am left handed! Much to my surprise, I had an art exhibition three months later, and people actually want to buy my work! (However it is much nicer to create a picture for free just to make someone happy) Poetry also started bubbling out of my head, I had never written a poem before, now I have a few hundred to my name. I frequently have my poems published, in the UK and abroad. I firmly believe that the atmosphere in our house has released something in me, enabling these talents to thrive.
Our eldest grandson, now nearly 14, who has Asperger’s syndrome, seemed to spark off activity whenever he visited our house. The owl frequently went walkabout when he is here. He has actually witnessed the owl moving around the room on a many occasions, especially in 2006 as he was anxious about starting primary school.
In November 2005, my husband, was teasing the spooks and said it was a pity that they couldn’t do something useful like giving us the lottery numbers. Within hours a set of six numbers appeared on the wall of the lounge. We were as sick as parrots with bird flu when we discovered that they were indeed the jackpot numbers, but it was too late to buy a ticket!! (not that we ever buy lottery tickets anyway)
Our spooks liked to share in any family event so it was no surprise to find the walls liberally decorated with the Welsh words, ‘Babi’ (baby), ‘Cariad’ (love) and Gorfoledd (joy) in six inch high letters when our youngest grandson entered this world on February 17th 2006.
At lunch time on March 23rd 2006 my husband was sitting in the lounge reading a book, on looking up he discovered that a 3ft high brownish stain, in the shape of a monk, had appeared on the wall opposite him. On turning round he saw another monk like stain, this time 2ft high, on the wall behind him! Since then more monks appeared on the walls and the lounge is began to resemble a monastery!
In May 2006 I was giving a ghost tour to six members of our local police force, suddenly an image of a monk materialised as a stain on the wall behind them. They said that they would rather face the worst of criminals than live in our haunted house!
Just before Christmas 2006 the Welsh word TEULU = family materialised. Little did we realise how much we would need our family in the years ahead! My husband suffered a brain haemorrhage on December 28th and his life hung in the balance for many weeks. It was the beginning of May 2007 before he was finally discharged from hospital, with half his brain completely trashed!
Strangely enough we didn’t find the phenomena frightening, albeit a little disconcerting from time to time, the house had a pleasant atmosphere. Being total sceptics We have obviously considered the possibility of our activity being a hoax. However, if that were to be the case it would be one of the most remarkable. The phenomena continued almost without a break for over 11 years, but suddenly stopped in January 2008 and we were ‘spook free’ since then. We think that if all this amazing activity is genuine, it is probably of natural origin and science will catch up in time. After all, things that we take for granted today, would have seemed paranormal 200 years ago!
Over the years the media have taken an interest in us. We have been the subject of several films, TV and radio programmes. Even the Foreign Office commissioned a film in the late 90s!
In 2012 we moved to a smaller less demanding property as old farmhouses always need something doing to them.
RJG
In January 1999 the first stain of a Welsh religious word appeared on the wall in the lounge, TANGNEFEDD, meaning peace as in ‘peace be with you’. Soon the wall erupted in religious words, all in Welsh. We also noticed crosses and little monks appearing all over the place, inside and out. Carvings in the form of words, crosses and monks also materialised. This was a continuing phenomenon. Sometimes the words and images would remain for a year or two, other times they would come and go quite quickly.
I am a very amateur photographer, but I have taken a lot of photographs over the 15 years we lived in that house. From time to time an inexplicable image on a photo when appear that was not visible when I took the shot. One particularly memorable one was taken in the autumn of 1997. I happened to shoot some photos of the barn in our field, a really spooky image of a grotesque face appeared on one of the photographs. If I had seen it in reality, I think I would have been a few miles down the road!
Footsteps were frequently heard going up and down our staircase and along the landing. We also heard bumps and bangs of unknown origin. They could be so loud that one could be forgiven for thinking that the house was about to fall down! This phenomenon could occur at anytime of the day or night.
Before long we had another ghostly houseguest, Jane. We have a tombstone, which was dug up from under the lawn about 35 years ago. The workman, whom we met a few years ago, refused to dig any deeper for fear of disinterring any bones! The inscription on the stone reads, Jane Jones Aged 15 1778. In March 2001 I saw a girl standing on the back patio, stroking the cat. She was young and heavily pregnant, dressed in a long smock like dress and blue cloak. In the ten seconds it took me to get to the backdoor, she had disappeared. There was absolutely nowhere she could have gone without me seeing her go. A workman in the lane said that he had not seen her. We began to discover the name ‘Jane’ in the form of a stain or carving on the walls. Putting two and two together, we assumed that this was the girl I had seen.
Our ghostly houseguests seemed fascinated by the computer! E-mails, of which we have no knowledge, have been sent out at times when we have been in, out or asleep, and the computer switched off. These have been Welsh words, similar to those on our walls, the recipients are folks listed in our address book. Sometimes Welsh words have appeared in documents that my husband had been typing, this could be quite annoying if the document is sent out and the word has gone unnoticed!
We often heard voices in the house at different times of day and night. The words are just beyond our level of hearing; we cannot pinpoint exactly where the sound is coming from. Occasionally these have sounded like the voices of children, a crowd of people, or just a couple having a conversation, we even heard a baby crying in our kitchen!
An impressive piece of spooky mischief was the transportation of heavy objects around our home. We have a large wooden owl carved out of a single piece of teak. It weighs approximately 182lbs and it was with difficulty that two strong men lifted it into position on our 16-inch high hearth in August 2002. A few months later it transported itself across the room, and continued to go walkabout periodically.
The tombstone used to lean against the front wall of the house, for some unaccountable reason it fell over three times in one day in 2002. It was getting damaged so we decided to bring it into the lounge and tuck it away in a corner where the casual observer was unlikely to notice it. It seemed quite 'happy' for a number of months until that too went walkies! On the last occasion it was missing for a period of five days. We searched every single place we could think of in the house and garden. It is quite heavy and nobody could get very far carrying it. I had an Internet acquaintance, a psychic who lives on the south coast of England. More in fun, than any hope of finding the stone, I asked her to use her psychic ability to locate it. She e-mailed me to say that she had the impression it was under my husband’s side of the bed! We had looked there so it seemed unlikely. However, sure enough, there it was, soaking wet, yet the carpet beneath it was bone dry! We put it back in its place in the lounge and water drained out of it for the next four days. This was weird; stones do not normally act like sponges! In the end I got fed up and asked my husband to put it outside. Within an hour it had hopped over to the flowerbed opposite the house. It was decided to put it in the exact spot it had been in when we moved into our home in 1997. Growing beside it was a passiflora, which had given us great delight, fruiting and flowering. The passiflora had been planted after the tombstone had been moved away from its original position. A few days later I was working in my upstairs study, on the other side of the house, when I became aware of a woman’s perfume wafting in through the open window. Fascinated, I went into the garden to try to trace the source of it. It took me a while before I discovered it was emanating from the tombstone! Soon after that an unseen animal seemed to be attacking the plant. We discovered bite and scratch marks on the stem. Try as we might to protect it, the stem was bitten through! We were upset and my husband blamed the odour coming from the tombstone for attracting the phantom animal! In temper, he threw the stone onto the lawn, threatening to smash it up! It remained face down for about thirty-six hours. I suggested we should put it behind a tree in the herb garden at the back. On lifting it up, we discovered black scorch marks all the way down the front of the stone, just as if it had been in a fire, yet the lawn beneath was not damaged! The stone stayed in the back garden for a couple of years before once again going walkies! A few weeks later we found it once more in the lounge snuggled up to the owl!
One surprising, and welcome spin off of all this ghostly activity is my artistic talent! I had never been artistic in the whole of my life; I detested art at school. For my 50th birthday, in January 2000, I was given an ink jet printer with a freebie digital art package. I was persuaded to give this art form a try. In the early days it felt as if a presence was standing at my right shoulder guiding my right hand. Until that time I had controlled the computer mouse with my left hand, as I am left handed! Much to my surprise, I had an art exhibition three months later, and people actually want to buy my work! (However it is much nicer to create a picture for free just to make someone happy) Poetry also started bubbling out of my head, I had never written a poem before, now I have a few hundred to my name. I frequently have my poems published, in the UK and abroad. I firmly believe that the atmosphere in our house has released something in me, enabling these talents to thrive.
Our eldest grandson, now nearly 14, who has Asperger’s syndrome, seemed to spark off activity whenever he visited our house. The owl frequently went walkabout when he is here. He has actually witnessed the owl moving around the room on a many occasions, especially in 2006 as he was anxious about starting primary school.
In November 2005, my husband, was teasing the spooks and said it was a pity that they couldn’t do something useful like giving us the lottery numbers. Within hours a set of six numbers appeared on the wall of the lounge. We were as sick as parrots with bird flu when we discovered that they were indeed the jackpot numbers, but it was too late to buy a ticket!! (not that we ever buy lottery tickets anyway)
Our spooks liked to share in any family event so it was no surprise to find the walls liberally decorated with the Welsh words, ‘Babi’ (baby), ‘Cariad’ (love) and Gorfoledd (joy) in six inch high letters when our youngest grandson entered this world on February 17th 2006.
At lunch time on March 23rd 2006 my husband was sitting in the lounge reading a book, on looking up he discovered that a 3ft high brownish stain, in the shape of a monk, had appeared on the wall opposite him. On turning round he saw another monk like stain, this time 2ft high, on the wall behind him! Since then more monks appeared on the walls and the lounge is began to resemble a monastery!
In May 2006 I was giving a ghost tour to six members of our local police force, suddenly an image of a monk materialised as a stain on the wall behind them. They said that they would rather face the worst of criminals than live in our haunted house!
Just before Christmas 2006 the Welsh word TEULU = family materialised. Little did we realise how much we would need our family in the years ahead! My husband suffered a brain haemorrhage on December 28th and his life hung in the balance for many weeks. It was the beginning of May 2007 before he was finally discharged from hospital, with half his brain completely trashed!
Strangely enough we didn’t find the phenomena frightening, albeit a little disconcerting from time to time, the house had a pleasant atmosphere. Being total sceptics We have obviously considered the possibility of our activity being a hoax. However, if that were to be the case it would be one of the most remarkable. The phenomena continued almost without a break for over 11 years, but suddenly stopped in January 2008 and we were ‘spook free’ since then. We think that if all this amazing activity is genuine, it is probably of natural origin and science will catch up in time. After all, things that we take for granted today, would have seemed paranormal 200 years ago!
Over the years the media have taken an interest in us. We have been the subject of several films, TV and radio programmes. Even the Foreign Office commissioned a film in the late 90s!
In 2012 we moved to a smaller less demanding property as old farmhouses always need something doing to them.
RJG
