36 Carperley Crescent

Strange Goings On

Published on December 27, 2004 By pandoraparanormal In Misc

This is the second time I've attempted this blog. The first time it deleted itself. I am getting interference as I write, but here goes.. In 1997 myself, teenage son, baby daughter and boyfriend who wasn't sure where he wanted te be moved to 36 Carperely Crescent, Denholme, Bradford BD13 4BU. The flat overlooked fields and a nearby church. It was groindfloor with 2 bedrooms and a spacious lounge. The first night my boyfriend went to bed early. Myself and son stayed up with my unsettled baby. Everntually I went to bed. A hand shook my shoulder violently but there was no one there. Next day i asked the neighbours if there was something funny about my flat. They asked about. I found out that the flats built in about 1974, were originally for old people. A woman had fallen out with her family and died in the bdroom of my flat. She had not been found immediately. Every electrical appliance possible blew in the flat. The heating blew repeatedly. Even the heaters I was given while the boiler was repaired blew. The repair people left in fright. Work men were scared while in the property. Taps turned themselves on and off clocks ticked when they were not wound up and two light orbs travelled freely round the flat. A grey mist appeared regularly at the kitchen door. My son saw it, I saw it. a previous tenant confirmed he had suffered severe depression in the flat. The orbs (2 tennis ball size) appeared and floated round at will. The woman appeared in the bedroom. She was looking in the cot. She appeared again. she was tall and thin. I jumped out of bed and screamed. But when the orb floted past my ear while I was in bed and hissed in my ear I told it to shut up and go away. I did prayers every night. Psalms from the Bible and as I did the orbs appeared. I was totally sick of them. I thought the woman was vengeful, it was the impression I got. All the neighbours knew what was going on. In the end we walked round outside as much as possible. We didn't want to go in the flat. it was the strain of having to put up with it. My baby nightlights were blown repeatedly. She walked past them in the dark and when she passed them they went out. I got used to it. She had died and laid there unfound in my bedroom. But it wasn't my fault. She blew out all my music systems. But I'd take portable ones in the bedroom. Of course they broke. Everyone in Denhome was so kind. They were so friendly. There were many more ghosts there. The headless policeman who galloped along the top of the valley. And no one went on the moorland path near the old station [past the old farmgate clearly visible from my window, after dark). Everyone believed in Denholme, no questions asked.

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