A case I worked on in 1975.
The house was a large Victorian villa in the centre of London, the family living there consisted of the father Mike the mother Sandy and daughter Sherry aged 14, who had been born in the house. It was 1975, the family was hosting a dinner party and it was on this night when it started to become extraordinary.
During the dinner party Sandy's daughter, Sherry started to complain at the dinner table that she had a headache and felt nauseous. Her mother Sandy, so as not to upset the guests asked her if she could carry on as if nothing was wrong. As soon as the meal was over, she would give her a tablet, make excuses for her and allow her to get an early night with the hope she would feel better in the morning.
They carried on with the meal as if all was all right, when suddenly amidst the noise of chatter around the table they heard a crash. All heads turned toward the cause of the noise, which was over by the fireplace. The picture a watercolour that hung above the fireplace had fallen from the wall and crashed onto the grate shattering the glass. As Sandy went over to the move the watercolour painting to a safer place, she noticed the painting itself had unusual liner laceration marks. Sandy stated that this surprised her; she likened the markings to that of claw marks rather than damage done by the shattering glass.
The atmosphere in the room had turned from warm and inviting to being cold. It was so cold; it felt that if one were to exhale deeply, one would be able to see the water vapour. The room atmosphere became increasingly uncomfortable to reside in. As the meal was more or less finished, everyone retired to the adjacent room while Sandy cleaned up the mess. Sherry had her tablet and was allowed to go to bed.
Nothing further happened that night. Mike and Sandy retired to bed after deciding that other than the little hitch with the picture thatevening, they felt the dinner party had gone well.
For the next couple of days there was nothing amiss in the house. Without warning it all kicked off, the atmosphere in the house to changed instantly. The atmosphere became cold and gloomy again. Sandy made a poignant statement to me when I was interviewing her on the experiences. She stated that the whole place felt sad to the point where Sandy herself struggled with tremendous feeling of depression. According to family members, this was not part of Sandy's character.
The family experienced events that where not the norm in the home. Items would go missing and turn up in the strangest places. Taps in the three bathrooms would all turn on at the same time. One of the bathrooms in particular felt more depressing than the other two. It was in this bathroom that strange noises of banging would be heard, towels amongst other things would be thrown across the floor when moments before they had been in their places. The family had many Plumbers come in to check the plumbing; nothing wrong was established. Even if the Plumbers found something wrong with the plumbing then it would not have answered why random objects have been thrown about the bathroom.
Sherry as a rule was a nice girl, with a pleasant demeanour had begun to have mood swings and temper tantrums. Her father, Mike put this down to teenage years. Things came to a crescendo, when one morning the family came down to breakfast. When entering the dining room they found all of the chairs upside down on the floor and there was water on the floor and no sign of where it could have come from, an anonymity that was beyond their comprehension.
Irene Visits the family home.
It was at this point that the family contacted me; I arranged to visit the house that evening. On arrival, I stood on the porch admiring this magnificent house. At first sight of the home, it felt a bit daunting; there where stone columns that held up the porch canopy above the large double front doors. I stood there for a few moments before knocking, as I needed take it all in. Sandy greeted me as she opened the door. Before she spoke, I was overcome with the energy that emitted from the house. It took me all my strength not turn and run, other individuals would have struggled with high energy and left.
I followed behind Sandy, passing the main stairs that swept gracefully up the right hand side of the entrance hall. I was lead into the living room where Sandy introduced me to Mike and their daughter Sherry. Sherry gave me one of those sneers that are common in teenagers when they are not delighted with meeting a person. Mike excused her behaviour; insinuated that she was unhappy about staying home instead of meeting with her friends. We sat down to talk and Sherry drifted off to do her own thing.
As Sandy was relating all that had happened since the night of the dinner party the room suddenly started to feel extremely uncomfortable. I observed the people sitting opposite to me to see if they noticed the change. It appeared that none of the residents had noticed the change of the room's atmosphere. I began to feel hot and clammy, the atmosphere was chokingly thick. I felt as if there were hands around my throat…squeezing.
As Sandy and Mike finished explaining their experience to me, they began to show me around the house. It was agreed that we would start in the wine cellar first, moving from the bottom of the house and work our way to the top.
The cellar besides being cool as a wine cellar should be, nothing seemed out of order. As did the kitchens atmosphere. The living room this time everything felt normal, the sitting room and all the other rooms on the ground floor felt all right. We all moved upstairs to the second floor. Along the landing into one of the bathrooms, next the bedrooms one by one and into another bathroom, this was the bathroom where most of the activity took place. As I walked in there I was overcome with the negative feeling, the room had an electrical feeling to it. Whilst we stood there talking, we could clearly hear footsteps walk across the floor. This occurred right in front of us, as we listened to this a tap unexpectedly turned it self on. Then a flannel appeared to project itself across the room just missing the back of Mikes head.
After walking through the top floor bedrooms and bathroom, I found nothing amiss. I felt it was my time to go, as I had a long journey home. This house had certainly given me a lot to think about, arrangements were made for me to return at the weekend and stay the night.
Irene resides at the family home overnight.
The weekend soon came around. As I made my way to the house, I noticed a narrow walkway between the house and the next-door neighbour. This area did not feel right. Even though the walkway was paved with, old flagstones that looked original. I believe that they dated back to the Victorian Era. I felt as I walked past the walkway that I was being watched, when I looked I could not see anybody up the walkway.
After the primaries of hellos and drinking a cup of tea were over, I explained to Sandy and Mike that I like to move through the house on my own and make contact with the entity. As I walked around I began to feel the energy of the house, entering the bathroom that was subject to paranormal activity. Sitting on the side of the bath, I began to concentrate.
I could hear the mumble of the Television and voices in the distance, I did my best to shut out this background noise. As clear as a bell, coming from directly in front of me I heard the disembodied voice screaming out loud the word "NO!". I could feel the terror that was being carried with it as she appeared by the window.
Who she was at that point I had no idea, she was clear, solid looking young and pretty girl, with auburn hair. Her face and hair was dripping wet, the sad look she gave me will stay with me always. Within moments, she was gone.
Tuning in to her I realized after all the negative feelings that had been experienced in the house she was not evil; it was her way to get attention. That eventually would lead to the help she needed. I knew she had been beaten and maybe drowned in the bath fully clothed. She was sad as she felt she had bought it on herself, she blamed herself for all the hurt she had caused her family. The guilt she held onto prevented her from moving on. For a moment, we connected and it was during this time that she moved forward and into the light.
I returned back downstairs to the awaiting family. I discussed what I had experienced and Sandy said she would ask around and see what she could find out.
Historical Research of the home.
Sandy's research uncovered that there was indeed a murder at the home during the 1940's. Rosemary was 18-years-old and the daughter of the title-holder of house in the 1940's. It was understood at that she was a socialite; the bell of the ball so to speak. Rosemary bit of a rebel for her day she was never short of admirers, on occasion may have led them on. The night of her premature death Rosemary was at a dance along with her family. A young man also accompanied Rosemary to the dance. It appeared that they had an argument. Rose decided to leave and go home alone.
What happened after Rosemary left the dance no one knows. Police believe that either someone had tried to accost her as she passed the walkway, or someone she knew waiting for her to come home. The assailant somehow gained access into the house. The bathroom the signs of a struggle were everywhere. The police statements indicated that the bathroom was where Rosemary died by strangulation, they thought that the murderer might have panicked and tried to revive her by throwing water over her in the hope that she had just passed out through lack of oxygen.
Sadly, Rosemary's murderer was not found, consequently no one was brought to trial.
Now here, I must tell you this is not the end of the story only the beginning. As I left the house on that night, I knew that I would have to return to face the true problem that was quietly dormant, for now though the house was calm and it was best to let the family make the most of it.
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