this is where I  lived as a young child and where my memoroes began. Though I loved the house I was always uneasy there I always felt I was being watched and I had bad nightmares which was blamed by my parents on drinking milk at bedtime. (not sure why they gave me milk then *smile*). Then after seven years we moved into another farm house close by and my feeling of being watched disappeared. When I left school  I lived and worked on my fathers farm. I was obliged to work on the farm as I was the eldest son, farming goes back for many generations. Even though farming was in my blood I was never settled. I am always one to explore try out new experiences ideas it must have been the gypsy in me (from My Grandfather, Cave side)  I have since left to work in the internet   world. My brothers have taken my place. Whoops diversifying back to the plot...........

In 1980  the Farm Cottage became available and it was offered to myself.  (pic of house below arrow pointing to old doorway -path of the ghost) On moving in I found there was a presence like the one I felt as a child and apart from the 'feelings' there was a strong electrical disturbance, lights flickering, and unexplained electrical problems. I even had the electric's checked out, and they were fine. At the time I was into photography and built a darkroom in the "box room" upstairs. I had terrible problem in developing prints, as if there was an intense energy in the room, which fogged the prints. All it could be described aswas a very fast intense flash of light, which was more felt than seen!. .hm...  The cold shiver would go down my back and I knew my prints would be destroyed.  So I had to move the darkroom downstairs, no problems there.

Several weeks later, early in the morning at around 2am I had to get up to check on the cattle as it was calving time. I turned on the landing light and went downstairs to walk through the dinning room. On entering the room in the dim light  I saw the figure of a man walking out of the wall, across the room, through the furniture, and out of the opposite wall. The figure was clear and i could see that he was a man in his  fifties and he was wearing a hessian sack around his waist, rough complexion and walked with a stoop. My initial reaction was that I was still dreaming, or drunk. (I counted out the second one as I am not a drinker but at the time wished I was!) So I ignored the incident until two days later, same time, same place, he appeared again. I took more notice this time and watched to see his reaction. He was not aware of my presence and didn't even react to my words of "greetings" and "stop walking through my furniture!" His appearance happened numerous  times over the next  twelve months and I came to except him, and even felt a good feeling and even warmth in his presence.

Two years later there was a knock at the door. (No its wasn't the ghost.!!.) but there at the door was a Mr Banks, who was an antiques dealer from London. He said he was researching his family tree and that his Great Grand father lived in this house. After a chat, I threw in the conversation that I had, jokingly, seen Mr Banks walking through our living room! I was taken aback when my description matched his Grand father in ever detail! ( I later saw a photo to prove my point!) Of course he was very interested in my story and even went to the box room to try and contact his Grand Father! He was so impressed that he even wanted to buy the house. As I am still here his offer was not taken. We did have contact with the living Mr Banks and even had a Christmas card addressed to the ghost Mr Banks, senior!! The story doesn't stop there as when I later decorated the room I stripped back the plaster from the wall to reveal an old door frame. The exact position from where Mr Banks appears from the wall! I then looked to the other side of the room where he disappeared to find behind the wall an old flagstone which was worn. Indicating that there was at sometime a door way. The puzzle was complete and all I was seeing was back in time. Mr. Banks was just walking from door to door what they called an imprint ghost. Recently I have had a medium visit. who without any  prior knowledge was able to dowse the path Mr. Banks walks. .Over the years the presence of Mr. Banks has faded but to be replaced by another ghost. This one is not so nice. I met him on Christmas eve and I was naked !. to be continued ps My computer is in the room right next to the door where Mr. Banks appear. I wonder if he can travel along the net. Did I see your lights flicker..... *smile*

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