Loquaciousness
The misuse of the word "fact" annoys me
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Basically, this all started in March of last year. We had returned that day from an exhausting 400 mile round trip to attend the funeral of my friend and her two children who died in tragic circumstances. As you can imagine, we were emotional and tired, but strangely also more at peace than we had been since the day they had died.
That night about 2ish I woke up as I could hear scratching noises downstairs. Not that surprising as we have a cat who likes to sleep downstairs in the living room, but these sounded more like someone's fingernails scratching on wood.
I was also getting annoyed, as I thought she was attacking the furniture again.
As a result I woke up my husband and asked him to remove 'his' cat from the living room to our bed to stop her from destroying the furniture. He did, but soon after the scratching started again. My husband then heard it too.
We are both quite rational and naturally sceptical, so we though there must be some other but explainable reason, although we couldn't come up with one. Our house being a 70's concrete/brick construction doesn't really settle at night or make noises.
We did freak out when we started to hear loud laboured sighs/breathing. At this point all the lights went on, the toddler was also transplanted to our bed, and we spend the rest of the night mostly awake just waiting for daylight.
The following morning my husband voiced what we had both thought "I think one of them followed us home".
A week later I was working in our front garden when the son of our neighbour from over the road, stopped to tell me that his father had died the previous week. It had happened in the middle of the night ( the night we had heard the noises ) and he had collapsed in the bathroom not being found until the next morning.....
Fast forward to Summer of last year. To help explain - our downstairs is fairly open plan, with a big glass door (usually kept open ) leading to the living room which also contains the stairs leading upstairs. There is also a door, from the living room into the porch. The house, however, is well set back from the road. We were talking in the kitchen whilst I was preparing dinner, with our toddler playing in the living room. We heard him go upstairs, and then a voice from the stairs. It was so loud, that we both stopped talking to each other and were somewhat alarmed, as we thought someone had walked into our living room. However, there was no-one at all there, and all the windows were closed ! We both agreed the voice had been female and said "Hello little boy".
Ever since last year, I often feel I am being watched and when I am on my own due to my husband being away on business, I have to sleep with the lights on.
That night about 2ish I woke up as I could hear scratching noises downstairs. Not that surprising as we have a cat who likes to sleep downstairs in the living room, but these sounded more like someone's fingernails scratching on wood.
I was also getting annoyed, as I thought she was attacking the furniture again.
As a result I woke up my husband and asked him to remove 'his' cat from the living room to our bed to stop her from destroying the furniture. He did, but soon after the scratching started again. My husband then heard it too.
We are both quite rational and naturally sceptical, so we though there must be some other but explainable reason, although we couldn't come up with one. Our house being a 70's concrete/brick construction doesn't really settle at night or make noises.
We did freak out when we started to hear loud laboured sighs/breathing. At this point all the lights went on, the toddler was also transplanted to our bed, and we spend the rest of the night mostly awake just waiting for daylight.
The following morning my husband voiced what we had both thought "I think one of them followed us home".
A week later I was working in our front garden when the son of our neighbour from over the road, stopped to tell me that his father had died the previous week. It had happened in the middle of the night ( the night we had heard the noises ) and he had collapsed in the bathroom not being found until the next morning.....
Fast forward to Summer of last year. To help explain - our downstairs is fairly open plan, with a big glass door (usually kept open ) leading to the living room which also contains the stairs leading upstairs. There is also a door, from the living room into the porch. The house, however, is well set back from the road. We were talking in the kitchen whilst I was preparing dinner, with our toddler playing in the living room. We heard him go upstairs, and then a voice from the stairs. It was so loud, that we both stopped talking to each other and were somewhat alarmed, as we thought someone had walked into our living room. However, there was no-one at all there, and all the windows were closed ! We both agreed the voice had been female and said "Hello little boy".
Ever since last year, I often feel I am being watched and when I am on my own due to my husband being away on business, I have to sleep with the lights on.
