After my blog post about if Ghosts were real, I had a few friends show an interest and ask me what happened in my bedroom when I was a child. So, I thought I’d dedicate a post to it.
Now, I am not saying if ghosts do or do not exist beside us, but please bear in mind that my childhood could have been better (Could have been far worse though) my bedroom witnessed my tears, every childhood to adolescent tear shed from bullying in school, it witnessed every heart break, every ounce of grief and loss, every break down and the day I lost my virginity as a result of a boyfriend who couldn’t take no for an answer. Besides all this, it witnessed my smiles, my pride and my laughter … it was a room witness to many a mood, and that could have quite easily been fuel for my imagination, entirely psychological.
My room always felt cold to me, even when putting on the mini petrol heater for hours on end. The room never got warm.
I always felt watched, I always felt someone/something was in my face or stood behind me.
I suffered nightly from nightmares and night terrors. I would wake in a shaken panic to see a shadow of a large man (seemingly larger than my brother and dad) wondering around my room, I could never see features, he was just a darkness, his own kind of darkness. I’d muster up all the courage I had to run out of the room, only to get to the top of the stairs (directly to the right of my door) and feel pulled back, restrained. I couldn’t move, and if I could I’d feel I was being pulled back up the stairs. I never saw anything holding me. Now this is highly possible it was just me being too scared of my own imagination to move! Every morning I’d ask if anyone was in my room that night and every morning my parents and brother would always say no.
There was once a little old woman, frail and ill looking sat in the corner of my room. Broad daylight and I hadn’t been asleep, she was watching me. But she kind of disappeared when I blinked never to be seen again. I somehow managed to get it into my head she was a guardian angel, she’d come to check on me… This was one of my darkest days, my boyfriend had just left after forcing himself on me. Happy 16th Birthday me!
I once came home from school after yet another day of torment from the bullies, I’d suffered from taunting all day and had angel delight smeared in my hair at lunch. I ran to my room, sat on the end of my bed and cried knowing full well the teachers wouldn’t do anything more In the corner of my eye was a mirror, I saw myself in there and something else, tall and extremely skinny bent over me almost at a 90 degree angle. They didn’t stick around either. I didn’t feel fear or threat … in fact I felt nothing, even the sadness of the day had gone. I was numb.
When I was about 10 years old I had a barbie bathroom set, it had a big plastic mirror as the back panel. One night it was illuminated as though a light was shining on it. There was no light source that I could find and the curtains were closed.
When I was even younger, I remember watching a screwed up ball of paper fly at speed from one side of the room to the other. I couldn’t find it in the morning though so could have been a vivid dream!
So there we go… my slightly odd childhood bedroom or maybe brain!
Thanks for reading!