Post by hildajoan on Nov 2, 2005 13:31:02 GMT
My husband and I once ran a small P.O. in Cornwall. It was reputedly haunted by a nun. Some people who had lived there before us had experienced someone passing them on the stairs and one women opened the door of the smallest bedroom and instead of seeing the single bed that was in there saw instead a coffin. She quickly shut the door and when it was opened again the room was back to normal.
Now, I myself never saw the nun, we also had a smell of flowers that would come and go and any time and usally was found in our bedroom, on the landing and down at the bottom of the stairs. My youngest son however did see the nun on more than one occassion.
She even came and said goodbye to him when we left there some years later.
My father died whilst we were there and although he never said so, I think that while he was alive he thought the idea that you lived on rather hard to believe. On the day he died, all the lights in the room he died in came on, to begin with I never gave it much thought, just thought that I couldn't have turned them off the last time I had been in there.
Two days after the funeral however, my husband and I were woken up in the middle of the night by the sound of music. At first we thought it was the holiday makers in the house adjoining, but then realised that it was in fact coming from the room downstairs. Very nervously I ventured down, sure enough it was coming from the room that Dad had passed away in. The CD/Radio/Tape player was on full blast, it was set on CD but it was the Radio that was playing. I quickly ran and turned it off.
The following day we both put it down to our son Jon playing a joke on us and setting the time on it. But the more we thought about it the more convinced we became that this couldn't be so, as it would have happened the the night previous.
All was quiet until about 2 weeks later, we had moved the CD etc. player back upstairs into the lounge by then when once again on it came. By now I was convinced that it was Dad who was doing this, it was obviously his way of letting me know that I was right, that there is life after death. I got out of bed and walked into the room, I walked over to the player and turned if off, I then spoke to Dad saying that I understood why he had done what he had done, but asked that if he wanted to do it again, could he please do it during the day. Needless to say we never had anymore broken nights.
Now, I myself never saw the nun, we also had a smell of flowers that would come and go and any time and usally was found in our bedroom, on the landing and down at the bottom of the stairs. My youngest son however did see the nun on more than one occassion.
She even came and said goodbye to him when we left there some years later.
My father died whilst we were there and although he never said so, I think that while he was alive he thought the idea that you lived on rather hard to believe. On the day he died, all the lights in the room he died in came on, to begin with I never gave it much thought, just thought that I couldn't have turned them off the last time I had been in there.
Two days after the funeral however, my husband and I were woken up in the middle of the night by the sound of music. At first we thought it was the holiday makers in the house adjoining, but then realised that it was in fact coming from the room downstairs. Very nervously I ventured down, sure enough it was coming from the room that Dad had passed away in. The CD/Radio/Tape player was on full blast, it was set on CD but it was the Radio that was playing. I quickly ran and turned it off.
The following day we both put it down to our son Jon playing a joke on us and setting the time on it. But the more we thought about it the more convinced we became that this couldn't be so, as it would have happened the the night previous.
All was quiet until about 2 weeks later, we had moved the CD etc. player back upstairs into the lounge by then when once again on it came. By now I was convinced that it was Dad who was doing this, it was obviously his way of letting me know that I was right, that there is life after death. I got out of bed and walked into the room, I walked over to the player and turned if off, I then spoke to Dad saying that I understood why he had done what he had done, but asked that if he wanted to do it again, could he please do it during the day. Needless to say we never had anymore broken nights.
