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Children…..

Working in the same place at Woking. We were watching the monitor of a carpeted corridor leading to the residents’ rooms. Without warning, the camera moved, as if it had been knocked against, and almost immediately, there were sounds of children giggling and running down the corridor, but strangely, the sound was as if they were running on wooden floorboards. When they reached the end, you could hear a door open as if they entered that particular room!

The following day, we spoke to the resident of that particular room, and she told us that the children were always coming in and stealing her sweets. She most definitely knew what I was talking about! Although we could not see these children, she could; they were very clear on the audio recording.

Strange but true.…..

I was investigating a residence for the elderly in Woking, Surrey, many years ago. There was a lovely man whose name and age I will withhold. He said to me that he was having trouble sleeping, I asked him what the reason was. He said, “It is because all my biker friends keep coming into my room and telling me to go with them “. Within three days, this lovely man passed away. He certainly made up his mind to go with his friends, bless him.

Spirit from high.…..

I was talking to a guy today who mentioned a friend who worked for Virgin Airways. As she was on a flight and had a break due, she went down to the cabin staff area.

As she descended to the lower deck, she noticed an old lady who seemed distressed. She approached this lady and mentioned that this area was for staff only. The woman replied, “I am sorry, I did not feel well, could you tell my husband, and he will come and get me, please?”. The stewardess made her way to the seating area where the woman said her husband would be. When she told him, he exploded into a rage and was very upset. He said, “I know she is downstairs, she is in the cargo area and is in her coffin “.

In shock, the stewardess explained and described the woman to him, and with this,, the husband settled down and although in shock he realised it was his wife and had sent a messenger to him.

The stewardess had to have counselling after this event.

I am told in honesty that this story is the truth, and I believe the person who passed it to me.

True experience.…..

This story is factual, and the brave person who will remain anonymous has given SPI this living experience to share. With the greatest respect, this shows that people can share their personal experiences and help not only themselves but others by releasing the torment within them. People will see they are not on their own. Unfortunately, there were no teams like SPI around at the time. Now there is, help is at hand for all.

S.P.I. are so grateful for this client coming forward; we thank you so dearly for allowing us to post this personal experience.

After years of following my Dad around the world (he was in the army) We finally settled in Gosport to be closer to my mum’s mum and dad.

My Dad bought a little house in a little street just of Forton road, the year was 1973.

On the day we moved in, my sisters and I were very excited. A new house, a new life, a permanent base. 

It all started a few weeks after moving in. Lights would turn off and on by themselves, doors would open, and curtains would blow inwards when no windows were open. Then nightmares, something I was not accustomed to.

One night I felt someone run their hand up the side of my body, starting from my foot to my head. At first, I thought it was my little sister, so I shouted for her to get back into bed. I looked up and saw that she was in bed sleeping, but over by the window was a man wearing a black fur coat.

Over the next few months, other things started to happen. Clothes on the airer would have burn marks in them, things would fly out of the cupboards, and things would go missing.

One night my sister and I were woken up in the night by soft thumping sounds. We looked up to see my sister’s tennis balls being thrown up against the side wall of our bedroom (my mum had already started leaving the stair light on and our room doors ajar).

After about a year in the house, things started to worsen. My sister woke up screaming in pain one night, and my mum and dad came running into our room. My sister was screaming, ” get it off, get it off “, she was holding her side, ” it’s the crocodile “, she screamed, ” it’s biting me “. Mum thought she was just having yet another nightmare, she lifted my sister’s nightdress and saw what looked like bite marks around her middle, and they were bleeding.

Always, the man in the fur coat was by the window, smiling. 

My mum’s health had started to suffer, and she had to go into hospital for kidney surgery. My dad was in Germany, so my sisters and I went to live with my nan and grandad just down the road.

All the nightmares stopped, and nothing bad happened at my Nans, my sisters, and I became the happy, carefree children we once were. 

A few short weeks later, my mum had recovered, and we went back to that house. That night the man in the fur coat was there telling us how he missed us ….

He got nasty again and would throw things at us, bite us and growl at us …

One morning we were all getting ready for school, my mum told us she was going downstairs to start breakfast. My sisters and I were all in our room. Mum screamed and then we heard her falling down the stairs. We ran to the bannisters and looked down at Mum sitting on the bottom step. She looked so angry, and asked which one of us pushed her. We told her we were all in the room and that we didn’t push her. It was then that mum saw for the first time the man in the fur coat, who was standing behind us on the top of the stairs.

We moved not long after that and never had any problems again.

This all happened 43 years ago. It is one of the most traumatic times of my life. Some bits I have left out as I find it too difficult to write it down. As an adult looking back at the man in the fur coat, I realise he wasn’t a man at all, but a boy in his teenage years. 

The strange thing is, on the day we moved into that house, the kids next door told us that we wouldn’t live there for very long, because nobody ever does.