Location: Kent, England
Date of Encounter: 1999 to 2013
After the death of my dear mum in September 1998, I was in a bad way. It was a decision that both me and my husband made to take our five children into the country and renovate a fourteenth-century farm house. When I had my first viewing, I climbed the ladder into the derelict oast, and was pushed so violently I fell 10 feet to the floor below. That was the start of the fourteen year nightmare.
When the build was finished and we all settled in, I thought it was just an old creaky house. I have never had or want to experiences what I encountered here on in. I and the rest of the family started to see doors open and shut, and banging footsteps up and down the hall. After a few years the abuse was aimed at me. My children started to hear me calling them, but it wasn’t me! I started to see black figure darting from room to room, and I heard whispering in the corner of my bedroom. It progressed to me walking in my sleep, going over and standing in the old farm shed, often being found by my eldest daughter. I had my bed violently shook, and move. Terrified, I would run crying, but it wouldn’t stop. I was being growled at awake in the dark off night, and wardrobe doors slamming. Eventually I started shouting in my sleep in a different language. I knew what was happening and tried to get help from the church, but was turned away. It got worse, the experiences worsened, the horror of nigh times were heard, but one of my sons who slept below me, and saw me frequently standing in dark corners and walking around all night. In 2013 we moved, but these experiences haunt and scare me still. I’ll never get over this and still feel a presence now. I have sought advice from a medium who came to the house. People who don’t believe in demons, lucky you, you should talk to me you would be shocked!