Paranormal Activity

This story may or may not be from the experience of myself or someone I know. It might just be a fabrication in my mind, as a believer or a case of I want to believe. The paranormal field is something I myself have visited throughout my life and will continue to do for the rest of my days.

This story starts around 5 years ago, in 2015. I have 3 children, who at the time are 10, 6 and 3. I cannot remember when the strange happenings started or what triggered the but from around the age my youngest child was able to sleep in her cot bed there were little things that, when I look back now I realise were a little more suspect than I thought at the time. She would wake up between the hours 2.30 am and 3.15 am, she hated to see her reflection in mirrors and windows and most nights was an absolute terror to get to sleep, especially by herself.

She was very talkative and by the time she was beginning to form short sentences things started being mentioned that were just mind-boggling. One night she had got herself up at her usual wake up time and came through to my bed with her pillow, and she immediately hid her face under the covers. she refused to come out, so I climbed under with her. I asked her what the matter was and she refused to answer, finally giving in after a few repeats of the question and an explanation that I couldn't help if she didn't tell me what was wrong. She proceeded to explain to me that there was a little girl with nana's flowers, standing at the bottom of my bed.

Whatever she was seeing, only she was seeing. She refused to come out at all and fell asleep hiding herself in the blankets. I spoke to my mum, maybe in hopes that she would know what a "little girl with nana's flowers" could possibly mean. So far to this day, we have no answers and no clue who this little girl could have been, or why she had nana's flowers.

Chapter 2: The Escalation

A few months go by, The same routine of a couple of weeks of happily sleeping in her own bed, in her own room, followed by a few weeks of waking at her usual middle of the night time to get into mummy's bed.

Most of the time she would fall asleep on the sofa or in her pram and get carried to bed with no issues until one night she started profusely closing the living room door at every opportunity it was left open.

One night she wouldn't settle at all. she was up and down from the time she was put to bed. She finally came downstairs to her mum and even though the door was shut she was adamant it was bothering her. As her mum, I was helpless because there was nothing there that I could see. When asked what was bothering her she would just shake her head. To prove there was nothing to be scared of I got up and opened the door, turned on the hallway lights and as I suspected there was indeed nothing there.

At this point though the child started to cry and shake profusely trying to hide under her comfort blanket. Again in a moment of despair, I tried to reason that there was nothing there and nothing could hurt her. I have 3 children so I know that when something scares a child they usually get upset and try to move away from it, I have never experienced a child shaking so badly in this way before from fear.

It took a few attempts but I finally managed to get her to explain to me what she was seeing and I have no reason to doubt her words. A lady, in a long yellow dress with frills around the neckline, buttons on the sleeve cuffs and black shoes. She described her hair as being brown tied back and curly.

Chapter 3: Past Experience

Now bear in mind this is a 3-year-old child and her description was extremely descriptive. So descriptive that I have only experienced this once before, with my oldest daughter.

We used to live in an old converted hotel, in the middle of nowhere. I was 3 storeys, my daughter used to have a huge bedroom on the 3rd floor and we had the bedroom below her. She used to talk about an old man who she called George. One night she had been a little bit sick on her pillow after drinking too much milkshake at bedtime and "George" had helped clean her up. I only noticed that she had been sick the next morning as her pillow which had been flipped had a mark on it and had asked what had happened.

She had replied that George helped her when she got sick. I was slightly concerned as we didn't know anyone called George. I had asked her who George was and how he got in her bedroom as anyone wanting to get to the 3rd floor would have passed our room up the very noisy staircase. She calmly turned and pointed to the corner of her bedroom next about 3 feet away from the doorway and said he comes through the wall. Shocked, to say the least, I asked her what he looked like and she replied that he had a white beard, a hat and a waistcoat. Now we knew that our house had some history and we knew it was a hotel back in the 1800s as the small drive-by town we lived in at the time was a major stop route linking major towns.

So I decided to do some research, I was not disappointed.

George had indeed been an innkeeper at the end of the 1800s. The Salutation House as we knew it was once called The Salutation Hotel.

In the 1890s George Mitchell, his wife and young Daughter Ruby ran the Hotel. The room my daughter slept in was at that time an Attic, the 3rd floor was added during the conversion. It would have been the sleeping quarters for the hotel staff, George would have routinely checked on his staff at night by wandering the attic space.

George Mitchell died From Scarlett Fever in the late 1890s, 1 week to the day his Daughter Ruby also passed away.

After my Experiences, I knew that my child was probably seeing exactly what she was telling me she was seeing. As I've been taught I immediately told the thing to leave, that it was not welcome and was to never come back.

Chapter 4: The Thing That Changed Everything

We did have one experience that cannot be explained, that could have had a different outcome had it not been spotted. I used to own a long mirror, one that was actually taken from the old house we lived in after Salutation House. it sat in the kitchen next to the fridge. It had cracked down one corner, to this ay we still do not know what caused this crack. The mirror was about 30cm wide and stood about 5ft tall. The crack in the glass was about 8cm wide by 30cm long and one morning I noticed the piece of broken glass was not in the mirror anymore.

Laundry day with 3 children is quite hectic. With a 3-year-old running about I had sat the clean laundry on the floor in front of the drier and started to wash the dishes. My child was helping but most of the time that involved jumping from her stool at the sink onto the clean washing pile. After we had finished the dishes we went to get my cup from the living room and her sippy cup for a well-earned cup of tea before finishing the laundry.

I grabbed the kettle and walked over to the sink where my helper was standing on her stool waiting stick her hands in the water while I filled the kettle and to my shock and blind panic there was that piece of glass from the mirror! Sticking upwards, point first out of the laundry pile my daughter has just been jumping in. Not only was I seconds away from stepping on it but my child would have impaled herself on it had it been there a minute before.

This is the point in my life I started looking for protection. I started cleansing with White sage and removed all mirrors from my house. There was and still is no reasonable explanation for how that piece of glass got there or who put it there. I only know that there is no possible way it was there while we were cleaning.

The Conclusion

We still have periods of unexplained events, My youngest child is almost 8 now and she no longer sees things but she still occasionally wakes between 2 and 3 in the morning be it out of habit we will never know. We no longer have mirrors in our house, except a small handheld mirror. I regularly burn white sage and cleanse the house, more so for my own peace of mind. I have learned how to deal with the things I have seen throughout my life, though that is another story in itself.

The Street I live in, other households have strange experiences so at least I know I'm not the only one and can discuss these weird happenings with other people who experience them too. There also appears to be a pattern to it all, it seems to go from house to house and so far this year our house has been quiet. Though we are approaching October 31st so I better not say that out loud, just in case!