The Bird

Thankfully these last few days have been rather quiet at the house, even Thursday night was quiet, although that is something that has crossed my mind and made me think a little.

This last Thursday was different due to the fact my gf was actually home with me, she couldn't work that evening as her car was having work done on it, and I was at work so I needed my own car, hence she couldn't borrow mine. So I wonder if the fact that nothing really happened was down to the fact I wasn't alone ? which makes me think even further, and in two possible directions.

1. Either I am going crazy, which I don't feel, as all of these events tend to happen when I am generally alone, although having said that Max our dog does react a lot to things he senses or hears which I don't. Max isn't a nervous dog at all, and will bark at anyone that enters into the home. Plus on the odd occasion things have moved or seemingly moved that both my gf and myself have witnesses. When I say moved, I don't mean floating around on it's own, I simply mean either one of us will leave something somewhere, and when we return to use it, it has moved.

2. What ever it is that surrounds me in my house is in fact a part of myself and my life, I have "seen" things in my life before, some of which was when I was a very young child. My mum remembers most of the things I said as a child, epically about the things I encountered, but these things aren't generally talked about. What did strike me as odd was a comment my gf made about me being sensitive to "these" sort of things ? I never realized I went on about what happens here or what may have happened in other houses we have lived in.

Anyway, all of this detracts from my latest post, basically I have started to think about all of the "other" things that have happened here, which I have dismissed down to me being tired or the fact that they are just normal events in life.

This brings me about to "The Bird", it was the first week of us living here, and I was in the front room watching some T.V when I heard a thump on the window behind me, I got up and walked to the window and on the lawn in my front garden was a little bird, dead with a broken neck. We both went outside and I picked it up and moved it to a bush. I said to my gf that the bird looked young and that in fairness our windows are massive. Now although nothing "spooky" happened then, it's just one of many events that I never wrote about until now.

The reason I now feel I will start to share with you all of the other "little" things is just so I want you, the reader to have a more balanced thought about the house I live in.

Moving Shadow

Yesterday (Thursday) had been another hard day at work, so in honesty I was looking forward to spending the evening in front of the T.V with very little to do other than rest. Upon getting home in the afternoon I set about making tea for later, I decided on making a chilli and sausage casserole along with some fresh vegetables. The main reason behind this decision was down to the fact that after preparation you can just leave it in the oven on a low heat to cook by itself.

So fast forward a few hours, and it's now mid evening time, around 8:30pm, and I am sat watching a comedy show on TV. Well at this point the dog starts doing his usual trick of staring at nothing, and I must admit this has began to annoy me a little. So I say to Max (the dog) "Max, nothing is in the room with us, it's just me and you, so lay back down", his refusal comes at no surprise to me.

Well as the time is now approaching 9pm, I turn to Max, whom is now asleep on my sofa to my right, when I notice a dark shadow on the arm of the chair, and as I look at it the shadow moves slowly to my left and out of sight. At this point I actually jump up and turn around in one quick moment saying "Holly s##t", but I soon realize that in fact I am actually alone,.

After many failed attempts to recreate the situation, I simply can't.

The Bed Weight

Before I start, I just wanted to say that this has happened a couple of times here before, but to be honest until last night I never really thought much of it, however last night changed my mind.

So last night feeling a little tired I decided to head off to bed around 11pm, work had been hard that day and my body was feeling the day. My girlfriend remained in the front room glued to her laptop, so I said my goodnight and walked off to the bedroom. I climbed into bed and flicked my T.V on for maybe 10-20 minutes but didn't really want to watch anything, so shortly afterwards I turned it off and rolled over to get some sleep.

About an hour had passed and I had drifted in and out of my sleeping state, when at one point I felt what I thought to be Max (The dog) get onto the bed. The weight was near my lower legs and to my right, so effectively on the edge of the bed. Now before I go on, this has happened before and I have just moved and fallen back asleep, but this time although the sensation was the same, it felt like a white light had turned on as I could see the light despite my eyes being closed. I half opened my eyes and said calmly as I turned over "Max get off the bed mate". But as my eyes adjusted to the darkness I became aware Max wasn't on the bed, and the bedroom door was still in fact closed (Max normally opens it if he comes into the room).

Now you will be surprised how quickly something like this wakes you up, and being one to never run or be afraid of anything, I was quickly up on my feet. By this time my eyes had adjusted to the lack of light in the room, so I walked over and opened the door, then looked around the room with a little more light. Max wasn't in the room, and neither was my gf.

So I walked back down the hallway to find my gf still in the front room on her laptop, and the dog beside her feet fast asleep.