This experience is from Paul Green – Author, Radio Presenter and Psychic Medium.
A PRIVATE HOME IN BLYTH
I have come across many examples of problems at homes and work places during my mediumship career so far, but a few stands out from the rest, either due to the peculiarity of the activity or the reasons behind it. The first example starts with a tale of me being tracked down that is almost as interesting as the story of the haunting. I used to get collected on a regular basis by the same taxi driver after attending bike club meetings; on the journey to my home, we would chat about this and that but over the months, she learned about my “sideline” as a psychic medium. The conversations would often turn to my gift, nothing remarkable about that until much later in my life. I had moved into my present home and had not encountered this woman since moving, she had changed cab companies and I for various reasons ceased to go to the pub as regularly as i had used to.
It was a great surprise one morning to answer a ring on my doorbell to find her standing on my doorstep. At first I assumed she was simply at the wrong address but then she began asking if I “still did the spooky stuff”. Confirming I did still do “spooky stuff” she asked if I could help out a friend. It appeared she had somehow tracked me down through a series of links and friends of friends even though I had moved 2 years ago. Once I was over the surprise, I listened to her tale.
A friend of hers was so afraid of the activity in her home she was spending all day wandering the local park or town centre until she had to return home to collect the children from school. After finding out a bit more about the situation, I agreed to visit the house but first I called a fellow medium to sort out a time and date we could both go. In cases such as this, it is normal for mediums to work in pairs, simply as an insurance in case either one is badly effected by any energies encountered.
The day come and we both met outside the address given, it was a typical end terrace house with a nice view over a local park. Upon ringing the bell, we were greeted by a tallish woman with very short hair. Without having to use any psychic sense, you could see the worry etched on her face, the medium accompanying me, a woman called Helen, works differently from me.
Helen always stops on the doorsteps of a home and asks any energy within permission to enter, while I, with my typical “in your face style” charge in with attitude written all over me, once inside we found a group consisting of the woman who had greeted us, her partner from a civil partnership and our mutual friend the taxi driver, as always, i asked that they told us nothing except any areas in the home they do not wish us to go.
I always ask this, as I never forget that we are in someone’s home, in this case, we were given a free reign to go where we wanted. Helen and I at the same time instinctively went upstairs. As I took the lead, we started to climb the stairs. We encountered an elderly spirit man who attempted to block our path but I insisted he move aside.
I have no idea why he wanted to block us other then maybe he already felt that some “strange people” had already invaded his home and we were just another example. At the top of the stairs on the landing was a bookcase, which we later learned that this man used to move the books around on, this was just one of the ways he was attempting to make his presence known to the rest of the household. Helen and I also discovered that this chap used to like to hover on the step leading into the toilet; he felt he could see most of the coming and going from there. However, apart from this man there were no other spirit energies around i felt sure we had found the source of the problems. Neverless, we still needed to complete our tour of the house to be sure, so Helen and i descended back down to the ground level, this time with Helen taking the lead. She was drawn into a small room at the bottom of the stairs that appeared to be used now as a room to cope with the usual “overspill” of any family. While she went into that room, I popped my head into the front family room; there was nothing really of interest from a mediumship point of view so after a few minutes I returned to the hallway. Helen was stood inside the small room at the bottom of the stairs, she was rooted to the spot and appeared to have some problems breathing. Her breath was coming in short rasping gasps so I wasted no time and simply grabbed her by the collar and dragged her out, sometimes the solution to a paranormal problem does not have to be mystical. She told me that the stench of pipe tobacco and the feeling of being short of breath had been overwhelming in that room.
Once she had recovered we as a pair ventured back into the room, we were greeted by the same old chap we met on the stairs, he then started to talk to us. He was called Charles, not Charlie but Charles, he was very insistent of that. He told us that when he and his wife were both alive moved to Blyth as he was taking up a job at “the docks”, I could not quite gather if this meant Blyth port or the shipyard that used to be there.
He said he was employed as some sort of draughtsman but he was not from the northeast and had moved into the area to take up this job. He was most definitely an in charge style of man and yet very reserved, he did not mix well and he seemed to have a low opinion of the people he worked with in Blyth, therefore, his life while alive revolved around him, his wife and the house we were standing in.
All was well until to his absolute disgust, his wife “died on him”, even as he communicated with us, you could clearly sense the utter bewilderment and loss he felt at the death of his wife. He felt totally abandoned and really did not have the skills to care for himself. As he aged he ended up living, sleeping, eating and existing in the room we were in, the same room Helen had experienced the breathing problems.
As we started to understand and have empathy with this man, he began to ask questions of us. This led us to begin to understand the reason for the recent paranormal activity that had so terrified the present homeowner. He preferred to address his questions to me for no other reason than the fact i was male. For many years after his death he claimed he liked to pop back to the house, but until now he had not attempted to make his presence known, being happy just to draw comfort from revisiting his home. It seems that what prompted him now to try and get attention was his complete and utter lack of comprehension on the situation.
In short, when the two life partners “married” and moved in together, it seemed he felt he had to make himself known, he was unhappy and did not understand the situation or approve. Even from beyond the grave often we find that people’s personalities do not change, he turned out to be a nice enough guy, but was just bewildered by the situation. Once i explained how upsetting his activities were to the occupants his attitude changed. He had never intended to scare anyone, he simply wanted some answers, in addition, I pointed out that if any of the children living in the property came across any of his activities it would be scary for them.
He was most apologetic and concerned, we reached an agreement that he would still pop back in and see this old home but the visits would be not made ‘public so to speak. After a little more chat and even him asking for assurances that I was not playing a practical joke on him regarding the two women being married, he left the room and house. Helen and I spent a little more time checking there were no other spirit people in the home then we did a standard cleansing of the whole house and added some layers of protection to it. We joined the rest of the people in the kitchen and over a coffee we learned some more of the experiences and events that had caused so much concern.
The owner told of finding the same kitchen chair over turned every time she left the room, no matter if it was for 2 minutes or overnight, it looked as if someone had taken the time to place it in that position rather then it falling or being pushed over. She showed us scrawls using crayons that had appeared overnight on sheets of paper left in a locked room, they started to leave these sheets out because the walls and table tops were being scratched or drawn on. Most of the attempted were just lines or meaningless scratching but some appeared to be crude attempts at forming letter and words, after some more advice Helen and I left the house and to date there has been no further problems with the ex-owner who i feel sure even now is not totally convinced that the whole thing is not the Geordies winding up an outsider.