With Nicole Murphy
|'The Old Schoolhouse' at Rye Park.|
I'm sure I encountered a ghost in May, but at the time - I didn't realise. It was only after, telling my friends, that a chill settled on me and I realised what had happened.
I've always believed in the possibility of ghosts, and I believe in paranormal effects. I myself have often had moments where I find myself in a situation that I realise I'd already seen in a dream and a few times have been able to change my reaction in real life and avert a really ugly fight. I also read tarot cards with at times amazing accuracy.
The idea of meeting a ghost has always freaked me. But luckily, my encounter was really benign.
It was in an old school building that had been turned into a B&B. My writers group was there for a writing retreat, and I was having problems with insomnia caused by depression. One particular night, I got up, sat by the fire and started to write.
I was there for a good hour or two and then I heard a noise outside - it sounded like someone had just come in the side door. When I checked, the door was locked and no one was there. Possum or something, I decided. There was some more banging along the wall and I decided that possum was definitely the answer.
The house went quiet, and then I heard an internal door open and close. Footsteps, and it was clear to me someone had just entered the room where I was sitting. But they didn't acknowledge me near the fire, with a small lamp the only light in the room, which I thought a bit weird. After a few minutes, I put on my glasses and looked over to the dining table where they were sitting in the dark.
There was no one there.
The whole thing seemed so weird - I could have sworn someone walked in. I was wide away, I wasn't dreaming it, and it sounded exactly like someone had. The floor had creaked, as if weight was being placed on it.
But there was no one.
I just put it from my mind and got back into my story, but it was only as I was telling the group the next day and I said the words 'I swear someone came into the room' that I realised - someone had, just not a someone I could see.
I'm thinking they came to look over me, make sure I was okay, which was why I didn't have the sense of threat that people seem to normally have. Just a sense of company.