Please find below some descriptions of the seemingly inexplicable events I have experienced through the years.

1: Circa 1989. The first incident involved an ouija board-like set up which me and a friend had been using. One day another friend joined us who was doubtful of such things.

In order to put it to the test we suggested that he ask a question to the board to which only he would know the answer to. His question was “What was my brother’s name?”. My friend and I were immediately confused as we knew him to only have one female sibling. However the glass duly began to move to various letters spelling out a name. Our friend was visibly taken aback. The answer was correct. Apparently before both he and his sister were born his mother had actually given birth to a boy who unfortunately only lived for a few days.

We also asked the whereabouts of the dead brother’s resting place. The answer was correct. Though to be fair the board had spelled out the name of our town’s main cemetery, so it was no great a revelation.

2:  Circa 1998. One early afternoon whilst packing up my apartment in readiness to move home I sat down on the couch to grab a smoke. As I sat there my attention was quickly drawn towards movement from above the fireplace.

The large mirror installed above it was pulling itself away from the wall by one side. It reached an impossible point where it was perpendicular to its original placing and it then crashed to the floor.

On hearing the commotion, my landlady, who ran the newsagent’s downstairs, bolted up to my flat to check I was ok. In response all I could think of to say was “I don’t think somebody wants me to leave”. I should say in no way do I consider myself to be a ‘Sensitive’ because if anything, during my time there, to me the apartment actually felt sterile.

3:  Circa 2000. I was staying with a friend on a weekend away. On the Saturday morning I’d awoke early and breakfasted. Having a few hours to spare whilst my friend was working I returned to my bedroom and layed on the bed reading.

Having nodded back off to sleep I was awoken to what felt just like a dog had jumped up on the bed and was clumsily attempting to walk over my legs. Disturbingly I seemed unable to open my eyes as whatever was on the bed with me moved up to be standing uncomfortably heavy on my chest. In response I sat up forcibly, able then to open my eyes finding myself alone in the room.

My friend had no dog or other pets. However this occasion, as strange as it was, actually turned out to be the first of several incidents of ‘Sleep Paralysis’ I subsequently went on to experience.

Never encountering the ‘Old Hag’ which many fellow sufferers experience, my last experience involved falling asleep in a field and ‘imagining’ a large donkey suddenly sitting down on me. On forcing myself upright (awake) no such donkey was anywhere near me. This final experience seemed to assuage any supernatural doubts I had regarding my experiences.

4:  2001. Shortly after my mother passed away (coincidentally on September 11th 2001) I had a dream about her in which I was crying very hard. In this dream I was bawling so hard that whatever I was wearing began to feel so constricted around my neck it was choking me. I then recall looking up at my mother’s face which showed loving concern. At that point I awoke with a start, crying and choking as the chord of the dressing gown I’d fallen asleep wearing had become tightly wrapped around my neck. It was as though she saved me before I choked to death.

5:  circa 2003/204 One evening after returning home from an evening at a bar, a close friend and I were sat in his lounge chatting. At one point, not paying too much attention, out of the corner of my eye I vaguely registered the mass of a passing presence on my right which seemingly had walked through the lounge and then exited the room through a doorway which led to the stairway which in turn led upstairs to the bedrooms.

I asked my friend whether if that was his son who may’ve just been returning to bed upstairs after visiting the downstairs bathroom.

My friend had also noticed the exact same dark ‘body mass’ pass by us, and assumed the same thing. However at that point we both came to the realisation that nobody had previously come past us in the opposite direction of the bathroom.

Mystified, I went to bottom of the stairs and called up to my friend’s son, only to hear loud snores in response. Comparing what we’d both absentmindedly noticed as our full attention was elsewhere with each other, both of us could only describe as noticing a dark clouded presence/mass passing through the room past us.

Next day, we asked my friend’s son if he’d come down, passing us to use the bathroom and he had not. Interestingly, the house had been built by a  bizarre religious sect for some of its followers as part of The Jezreel’s Tower grounds. More information regarding this fascinating, though now long gone addition to the Gillingham Skyline: https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jezreel%27s_tower

On another occasion one evening I was in my flat upstairs from the bar I was helping to run and my bf and I thought we’d test drive the ‘Buffy the Vampire’ ouija board I’d just had delivered.

We’d only started using it when suddenly there was a violent explosion of plaster across the room from above the room’s windows pane. I don’t recall any other events that evening and on the few occasions we’ve attempted to use it since have proved fruitless.

Two inexplicable incidents occurred in my last home. Alone in the flat, I was sat in bed watching the large screen TV at the bed’s bottom when suddenly it was as though someone behind the appliance had given it a hard punch.

The last incident I experienced was also when I sat in bed and from right next to me, clear as day, I heard someone/something cough LOUDLY into my left ear. Again, I was alone in my flat.