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.
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- Working at Woking Surrey. 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, it was carpeted at the time. When they reached the end, you could hear a door open as if they had 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.
This next story was sent by a member in 2015.
One encounter happened exactly a month after my Mother died.
Sitting on the sofa watching TV, I saw a flash of light. At first, I thought it was car headlights. This continued at the same time every evening for the next few evenings. So I thought nothing of it …
One evening, this happened again, only the light came from a different direction. This time I sat and watched it.
The round-shaped light hovered near the stairs. It then changed direction again and headed for the dining room. I followed it , and for some reason called out Mum … The light stopped, and came towards me, it then disappeared before my eyes … I never saw it again. I never mentioned the light to my children or my then-husband.
A few years later, my eldest daughter told me that Granny used to come to visit her. She told me that Granny would sit on her bed and tell her stories. My daughter told me things about my mother’s life that she couldn’t possibly know.
I asked my daughter when this happened. I was shocked to find out that it was the same time I was seeing the light …
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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.
5/.From a member.
February 22, 1993 at 2:01 p.m., I gave birth to a beautiful baby girl. I had morning sickness the entire pregnancy. I gained only 11 pounds which put me in the high risk category. Needless to say, her birth didn’t go as planned.
I was induced into labor at 36 weeks because she had stopped growing. Thankfully after 4 hours of labor I delivered a surprisingly healthy baby. Three hours after delivery I started hemorrhaging severely. My blood pressure dropped dangerously low.
My husband and I were told if the bleeding didn’t stop within the next few hours, I would have to have surgery. My nurse (Wendy) began giving me shots of Pitocin every 30 minutes.
After two shots nothing had changed. I couldn’t focus, everything was surreal. I guess because of my low blood pressure. I remember thinking I was going to die but I was very calm. Wendy came in to let me know her shift would be over soon but someone else would come in to give me shots. (Wendy was the attending delivery nurse for 3 of my children.) She promised to come check in on me the next morning.
It was 6 O’clock in the evening when she came to my room. Her name tag read ‘Maria’. (I don’t remember seeing a last name on her tag.) She was a short lady, about 5 feet. She had short brown hair with gray streaks and beautiful blue eyes. She had a soft comforting voice unlike anything I’ve ever heard before or since. I rolled over to my side thinking she was there to give me my next shot. (Even though moments before I could not lift my arms, because I was so weak.)
She said, “Oh honey I’m not giving you a shot, you don’t need another one. You’re going to be just fine.” She stood next to my bed smiling and rubbing my legs for a few minutes. I looked towards my husband, intending on asking him if he heard what she had said. He was laying in a chair sound to sleep. I looked at the clock, it read 6:05.
She smiled at me, patted my leg, turned towards the door, then she was gone. I didn’t see her walk out the door, she just sort of vanished. I thought I might have fallen to sleep before she left the room and then woke up shortly afterwards but I looked at the clock it read 6:06.
I again looked over at my husband in hopes he would acknowledge she had really been in the room but he was still sleeping. I tried to wake him by calling his name. He didn’t hear me. I picked up a thermometer from the bedside table and threw it at him. It landed on his chest. He didn’t wake up.
At that moment a nurse (Sheila) walked into the room carrying the familiar needle with her. I told her I didn’t need any more Pitocin. That’s what the last nurse had told me. She said she was my only nurse for the night. She questioned me about the other nurse. What did she look like? Did I know her name? She looked over at the empty bassinet at the foot of my bed. She asked if my baby was in the nursery to which I replied yes. I saw the relieve wash over her face. She told me she would be back in a minute and quickly rushed out the door.
A short time later I saw her standing at my door along with 2 other nurses, they were whispering and looking in at me.
Finally they all walked into the room and came over to my bed. One nurse looked to be in her mid twenties (I cannot for the life of me remember her name), the other was surely in her fifties. Her name was Sarah.
They started to fire questions at me so rapidly it frightened me. All I could think was the lady was probably trying to kidnap my little girl. The noise of me demanding to see our baby woke my husband up. (To this day he swears he doesn’t remember falling to sleep. He says he remembers sitting down in the chair, wondering why the room was suddenly freezing, the next thing he remembers there were nurses in the room, I was demanding very loudly to see our baby and he was holding a thermometer.)
They assured me my baby was in the nursery. Nurse Sarah told the younger nurse to bring E to me.
As we waited Nurse Sarah took my blood pressure. She turned to Nurse Sheila and told her to put away the syringe and call my doctor. I wouldn’t be needing that shot.
She then pulled a chair next to my bed and sat down. The young nurse walked in carrying my baby. She placed her in my arms and walked out of the room.
Nurse Sarah pulled up a chair and sat down next to my bed. She sat there smiling as I looked E over. She asked if E was my first baby. When I replied fourth, she asked about my older children. Just as I was sure she was about to tell me something important my doctor came in.
When my doctor came in, he started in with his own questions but mostly they were directed at Nurse Sarah. When Nurse Sarah explained it to him, he smiled and said, “Ok then.” He checked me over, told me he was simply amazed at my recovery. He said even the color had come back into my face. He stood there staring at me for a minute or so then suddenly he asked if I was hungry to which I replied ‘starving’. He told me he would order a pizza on his way out.
After he left Nurse Sarah said, “I’ve never talked to anyone who Maria has visited.” She looked closely at my face as if she was trying to decide whether she should keep talking or not.
I silently stared back at her because I knew. I don’t know how or why I knew, but I knew.
Her story was that Maria had been a nurse on the maternity floor years ago.
Nurse Sarah said, “The story I’ve heard is that Maria got called into work one stormy night, she never made it here. The rumors are that she sometimes visits the new moms. All the descriptions of her are the same.”
Nurse Sarah silently looked down at the floor. I remember thinking she was saying a prayer. Then she shook her head and said, “Who am I to question these things.” I wanted to question her to find out more but I could tell she had said all she was going to. She rose from the chair, patted my leg, winked and said, “They say she only visits special people.”
The next day, to everyone’s surprise I was released from the hospital in excellent health. As my husband and I walked down the corridor with our baby daughter, we could feel everyone’s eyes on us. Some were whispering, others were just staring. Perhaps they were thinking I was a lunatic or maybe they were wondering, “Why her?”
This story is a special part of me. I know that night I experienced something most people never do. For that I am extremely grateful. Growing up, my daughters loved this story. Especially E. When other kids would say, things such as: I weighed 10 lbs at birth, E would proudly say, I almost killed my mom.
