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Hello fellow Fort fans.
I have been a fan of Fortean Times for as long as I can remember and have been a member of this site for a while but as yet I have not contributed to this forum so I thought it was about time that I did.
I would like to recount to you something that happened to me around 1996 when I was about twelve years old. I realise that at that age it is easier for the mind to play tricks and that plausibility is shrouded leading to an overactive imagination but this is something that has stayed with me all these years.
So disclosure over let me begin.
At the time I was living in a semi detached terrace with my parents and younger sister in a small village about ten miles north of Derby. It was a beautiful place to live as it was surrounded by country side and we were privileged to have fields at the back of our house to play in. My room was at the back of the house overlooking the garden and the fields beyond and it was from here one summers night that the experience took place.
My mum was away at the time so my sister and I were being looked after by our father.
It was very quiet and I was the only person in the house who was still awake and as I lay there in my bed the silence was suddenly broken by the blood curdling scream of a young girl coming from outside. It did not seem that close so I took it to have come from the direction of the field.
As a defence mechanism my mind was trying to think of a plausible explanation for what I had heard and I plucked up the courage to open my curtains and look out side but it was too dark to see anything.
The only explanation I could think of at the time was that my neighbour, who was a couple of years older than me and whose room was adjacent to mine, could have been watching a scary film on a TV in his room. I opened the window to see if I could see if his bedroom light was on but I couldn't get my head far enough out too see his window and I didn't know if he had TV in his room or not.
So I closed the window and my curtains and went back to bed hoping not to hear that noise again. I lay down and within seconds it came again, louder than the last time and more bloodcurdling and I immediately jumped out of bed and ran into the hallway crying.
My dad and my sister woke up and came out of their rooms to see what was going on, I explained the situation to my dad but ended up being escorted back to my bedroom.
Luckily I didn't hear anymore screaming after that.
But the story does not end there!
I have been a fan of Fortean Times for as long as I can remember and have been a member of this site for a while but as yet I have not contributed to this forum so I thought it was about time that I did.
I would like to recount to you something that happened to me around 1996 when I was about twelve years old. I realise that at that age it is easier for the mind to play tricks and that plausibility is shrouded leading to an overactive imagination but this is something that has stayed with me all these years.
So disclosure over let me begin.
At the time I was living in a semi detached terrace with my parents and younger sister in a small village about ten miles north of Derby. It was a beautiful place to live as it was surrounded by country side and we were privileged to have fields at the back of our house to play in. My room was at the back of the house overlooking the garden and the fields beyond and it was from here one summers night that the experience took place.
My mum was away at the time so my sister and I were being looked after by our father.
It was very quiet and I was the only person in the house who was still awake and as I lay there in my bed the silence was suddenly broken by the blood curdling scream of a young girl coming from outside. It did not seem that close so I took it to have come from the direction of the field.
As a defence mechanism my mind was trying to think of a plausible explanation for what I had heard and I plucked up the courage to open my curtains and look out side but it was too dark to see anything.
The only explanation I could think of at the time was that my neighbour, who was a couple of years older than me and whose room was adjacent to mine, could have been watching a scary film on a TV in his room. I opened the window to see if I could see if his bedroom light was on but I couldn't get my head far enough out too see his window and I didn't know if he had TV in his room or not.
So I closed the window and my curtains and went back to bed hoping not to hear that noise again. I lay down and within seconds it came again, louder than the last time and more bloodcurdling and I immediately jumped out of bed and ran into the hallway crying.
My dad and my sister woke up and came out of their rooms to see what was going on, I explained the situation to my dad but ended up being escorted back to my bedroom.
Luckily I didn't hear anymore screaming after that.
But the story does not end there!
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