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Not having had any experiences of being spooked
himself, Loay Hady dons his ever so tight 80s ghost buster outfit
and goes in search of the supernatural...
Alex Palmer, is a second year student in Nottingham, who lived in
haunted halls in the first year at university.
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Had you ever had any experiences with ghosts
before?
No, if you'd have asked me before the incidents I definitely would
have said that I was a non- believer, but I suppose your probably
going to be til you see it with your own eyes.
When did you first get 'haunted'?
I was on my way back to uni after the Xmas holidays, in a really
good mood. I got a phone call from two of my flat mates who were
already back at uni. They sounded really stressed out and told me
to get home quickly because weird stuff was happening and they were
getting freaked out. I laughed, thought maybe they were drunk, and
didn't really think about it again.
When I got back we had a chat and I forgot they had even mentioned
anything. We decided to go and unload the rest of my stuff from
the car. As I stepped into the corridor I froze. Down the corridor,
in front of my flat mate's bedroom (who wasn't yet back) five letters
had been lined up in two rows, totally symmetrically. I rushed over,
picked them up, tried not to freak out, and we went to unload the
car.
Lined envelope's? Exorcist eat your heart out…
I tried to convince myself that maybe someone had got into one of
the rooms that would be empty until my two last flatmates returned.
I was a lot more comfortable with the idea of a burglar/attacker
than anything spiritual. At least then you know what you're dealing
with.
I suppose, but lined envelopes isn't really the calling card
of either is it?
It gets worse… We went home, decided to watch a video and
relax. Before the film started we heard a smash, went into the kitchen
and a mug had smashed and the iron dish-stacker next to the sink
had moved across to the counter, of its own accord. That's when
we all flipped. We all grabbed our duvets and decided to spend the
night on the sofas in the communal lounge, by reception.
We slept for a couple of hours and then had the embarrassment of
explaining why we had slept downstairs to our site manager. She
blatantly thought we were all on drugs and told us not to be stupid.
We made her come upstairs with us and open all the rooms. All the
bedrooms (and even the broom cupboard) were empty and we accepted
nobody was hiding. Then we walked into the kitchen.
On the counter three knives had been placed, forming a sort of arrow,
on the counter. The site manager threw them in the drawer and walked
out, without saying a word.
That would be freaky, if knives are moving about who knows where
they could end up. What did you do next?
We were distraught and decided that night to go to a church
near our uni, to see if we may be taken seriously there. We spoke
to the priest, told him what had happened, said we were petrified,
and to be honest I thought he would just laugh at us. Instead he
told us really casually that hauntings and ghostly experiences are
commonplace in Nottingham, and that we must take some holy water,
as someone had been pushed down the stairs last year by a 'non-human
entity'. As if that wasn't bizarre enough to hear, he told us he
would contact the diocese and see if he could arrange for us to
meet with an exorcist. I don't know what I had expected him to say…
but I hadn't been prepared for that.
Did things get any worse?
A few days later the really scary stuff started. My friend was in
her bedroom doing some work. The rest of us were in the kitchen.
We suddenly heard screaming. We ran in and on her bathroom mirror
there was writing in some kind of black, thick substance saying
'two names come.' That really really flipped us all out. We went
to get the holy water from my room (to make us feel safer if nothing
else) and froze. On my bedroom door, in the same writing, was written
'two names come'. I went absolutely hysterical, as spiritual stuff
had always freaked me out anyway, and I had to be slapped to calm
down.
(I wanted to ask slapped where, but there's a time and a place).
After that I had writing on my mirror on four different occasions,
as did my friend. There were things arranged up the hall and the
lights would turn themselves off every so often (even though we
had an electrician called in and had the locks changed). Knives
were constantly arranged in horribly menacing looking symbols, on
the kitchen counter so we decided to keep the knives in a plastic
bag in the freezer.
We had to try and get on with our lives, but we were petrified of
any little noise. None of us would even have a shower without getting
one of the others to sit outside the door whilst we were in there.
It was a really horribly period of time.
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What I thought would be a funny little tale of
strange wailing noises had turned into a nightmare for those who
actually went through it. Can you imagine being too scared to stay
in your own place? They tried to move out but were all bound by
their contracts so had to endure it for months.
Thankfully they've moved out now, but you can't help but feel sorry
for those that took over that tenancy. Casper the friendly ghost
my @%?!…
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