Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

I have written on this site before of my own experience with my Father’s spirit. Since I had my encounter, I have been collecting the paranormal experiences of family and friends in an effort to try to gain a better insight into my own experience. Sadly some are not as positive as my own. The following is an account of my friend Adele’s terrifying experience.

After the break up of her marriage she found a lovely three bedroom flat to rent. It was over the top of a corner shop and very close to the children’s school. The shop keeper who was also the landlord had painstakingly restored all the period features and it really was a beautiful place. She felt she had really landed on her feet and was looking forward to a fresh start.

Within a few weeks of moving in she began to hear the soft pad of a young child’s footsteps running up and down the hallway at night. Sometimes she would hear a little voice saying Mummy, Mummy. Eventually she began to see a beautiful child of about two years of age. She describes him as having blond curly hair, he always wore a blue polo neck jumper and just an old-fashioned Terry cloth nappy held together with pins. When her children were in bed at night he would peep around the lounge doorway at her and smile and giggle, as if he were playing peek-a-boo.

She felt so sorry for this little boy. One evening quite close to Christmas, she was wrapping up some Christmas gifts for her children when she heard him run down the hallway. She looked towards the door and saw him peep his head round. She was so moved with compassion that she told him to come in and sit with her.

He didn’t enter the room, but he did pop his head around the door jam again and when he did she was frozen to the spot with fear. The face was the same, but gone was the sweet angelic smile. In it’s place the child wore a leer of pure hatred and his eyes were so hard and cold. She knew she was in the presence of pure evil. She felt if she made eye contact with it, it would all be over for her.

She began to pray the lords prayer over and over again, all the while it stood there laughing and sneering at her. All that night it stayed near the door and she was too scared to even attempt to leave the room.

For the next few nights she took the children and went to stay with her mother. When she finally went home a few days later she couldn’t believe the sight that met her eyes. The entire flat had been trashed. The furniture had been turned over or smashed up. But the worse thing of all was that in the attic bedroom all her family photos and any religious pictures and her Grandmas crucifix were all piled up in the middle of the floor and it looked as if someone or something had tried to set fire to them. The flat had been securely locked, no one had been inside.

She turned tail and ran down the stairs in a blind panic. As she reached the bottom she felt a strong force pushing her backwards and at the same time her senses were accosted by the most putrid smell she had ever experienced. She was fighting for all she was worth and felt that the smell alone would suffocate her if she didn’t get away soon. She was begging God for help. Instantly she fell forward, gained her feet and legged it for the outside door. As she reached it and wrenched it open something hit her forcefully on the back of her head. She didn’t stop to look, she just kept on running. People from the street began chasing her, it took her a few moments to realize that she was bleeding heavily from a wound in her scalp.

Some local men had entered the flat thinking that there was a domestic and she had been assaulted. Obviously they found no one in there, but they did recover her Grans crucifix from just inside the front door.

Frightened beyond reason,she returned to her mothers home, she contacted the parish priest who came to see her. After telling him what had happened, he went with her mother and brother to bless the flat.

Adele wouldn’t go any where near the place. When they returned they were traumatized. Her mother and brother told her that once the priest began the blessing, things were flying around and hitting them. A disembodied voice was screaming obscenities and talking in a strange language. The priest told them to ignore it all and keep on praying. Eventually it all stopped.

On their return the priest told Adele that it wasn’t over, he said he would approach the Bishop for permission to perform an exorcism. There would be an investigation and it wasn’t safe for her to return to that place until it had been taken care of.

He also gave her this advice, he said, ‘what’s of God is free to walk. It needs no invoking and no invitation. Never issue an invitation to anything that doesn’t belong in this world, no matter how innocent and harmless it may seem. The fallen hide behind whatever mask they can find in an attempt to get a foot hold in this world so they can pursue their one objective of the ruination of souls made in the image and likeness of God’.

She never went back to that flat. For a time it was a hive of activity, with lot’s of priests and other clergy in and out at all times of day and night. Eventually they must have done what they needed to, because it all went quiet.

It hasn’t been rented out since though and I’ve heard the flat is now only used as a storage place for the shop. Adele wont even drive down the street where it is, just in case it’s still there. She’s afraid it might see her and think the invitation still stands.

Written by Clara McAndrew, Copyright 2009

Read another of Clara’s stories A Visit From My Dad