Destructive entity lived in my house

Janey
Hitchin, Herts

Until about a year ago, I lived in a rented house, a Victorian terraced house with three bedrooms. I was there for eight years. During this time, I had a breakdown which required counselling and psychiatric care. four friends and my natural father died within five months, I had to have three cats put down through illness, and I constantly fainted or blacked out on the stairs, which were very steep.

A friend from America 'fell' down the stairs and broke her leg in two places. Another friend, who was staying with me, stood at the top of the stairs and felt unseen hands pushing him. He recovered before he fell. I fainted on the stairs twice, breaking ribs in both cases. I also broke my nose blacking out in the kitchen, ditto slashing my face open in the dining-room when falling onto a glass of orange juice, and suffered more concussions in fainting than most people had hot dinners.

Eventually, I called in a Roman Catholic exorcist but he did not give my friend and me Holy Communion which I believe would have helped the problem, although he sprinkled Holy Water around the rooms and up the stairs.

I moved out - only to a place a few yards away - but I fell carrying a box of books, landing again on my ribs. These were turned into cornflakes, puncturing my lung and putting me in hospital for a week on diamorphine, so ill was I.

I honestly believe that a vile entity inhabited that house - so destructive that no-one was immune from its influence. I'm a cradle Christian, who prays at home, but I doubt that anything could have prevented my friends, family and me from the malevolence of this 'thing'.

My five cats contracted cat flu, though vaccinated. Plants died. I acquired Irritable Bowel Syndrome, along with clinical depression and the various bone breakages.

In the house I'd lived in prior to this one, I had been diagnosed with glandular fever and M.E. Yet there was also a ghost, a kind, benevolent chap who was the stepfather of my landlord. I actually often felt healthy enough to 'do' the garden, which was Jack's pride and joy, and I could feel him smiling gently behind me as I dug and planted up to 24 species of fruit and veg. I once asked his stepson, one of my landlords, whether he had ever 'felt' Jack's presence. He said yes, and he was a police officer. Lovely guy.

I have always been vaguely psychic. Even at the age of seven, I left my body and rose to the ceiling, watching myself. I even climbed onto the wardrobe and glided, literally,to my bed.Anyone reading this who disbelieves the power of the spirit and the subconscious will think, merely, 'bloody nutter' and turn to another topic.

Anyone else who has experienced this kind of activity will probably raise his or her eyebrows and wonder about the afterlife. I certainly did when my beloved grandfather appeared to me three days before his funeral and smiled or, rather, grinned at me before dissolving. He seemed very happy and content, and so was I.

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