Crazy Friesian
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A few years ago we lived in a house that was known to have "someone else living there" The "someone else" was the doctor who lived there and was responsible for the TB hospital down the valley. The patients used to come up to the house to work because the air was supposedly so clean up there. One of the things they did was to build the walls surrounding the land. It was really unusual because it looked like a castle wall with big topping stones. My OH and I couldn't move one of those together as fit healthy people so the mind boggles if you were not totally sound of wind!!!!
When we first moved in I had a strange feel about the house. Not uncomfortable exactly, just different. The cat we had then WOULD NOT settle. He was petrified. (This was before I knew anything about the house - not being from the local area) Just as a long shot, one evening, I sat i the kitchen and "had a chat" Basically saying that if there was anyone there, not to worry. We loved the house as much as they must have. That we were a family and that included the cat. Please could they leave the cat alone. That night the OH remarked how much calmer Sam was... I never felt scared or worried. The next door neighbour (what used to be the servants cottage) used to tell me that they used to hear children playing upstairs as though they were playing with wheeled toys across a wooden floor. She would go upstairs ad her own kids were asleep.
You would also regularly feel a cold draught go through a blocked up doorway (in what was the lounge) into the cottage.
One day when me and OH were sitting in the lounge, on 2 different chairs, we both looked over to the door at the same time and I even said "Oh so you have come down to join us then" thinking it was the cat that we had recently taken in. He had been a very anti-social as had been through a lot before he came to live with us.
There was nothing there. But we both swore that we saw a black cat come in the door and walk behind the sofa! We concluded that it must have been Cleo, my little (also black) cat that I lost a year before to FIV. OH said he saw her a few times after that. It was almost like she was just checking on Milo and that once she knew things were ok, she left.
When we first moved in I had a strange feel about the house. Not uncomfortable exactly, just different. The cat we had then WOULD NOT settle. He was petrified. (This was before I knew anything about the house - not being from the local area) Just as a long shot, one evening, I sat i the kitchen and "had a chat" Basically saying that if there was anyone there, not to worry. We loved the house as much as they must have. That we were a family and that included the cat. Please could they leave the cat alone. That night the OH remarked how much calmer Sam was... I never felt scared or worried. The next door neighbour (what used to be the servants cottage) used to tell me that they used to hear children playing upstairs as though they were playing with wheeled toys across a wooden floor. She would go upstairs ad her own kids were asleep.
You would also regularly feel a cold draught go through a blocked up doorway (in what was the lounge) into the cottage.
One day when me and OH were sitting in the lounge, on 2 different chairs, we both looked over to the door at the same time and I even said "Oh so you have come down to join us then" thinking it was the cat that we had recently taken in. He had been a very anti-social as had been through a lot before he came to live with us.
There was nothing there. But we both swore that we saw a black cat come in the door and walk behind the sofa! We concluded that it must have been Cleo, my little (also black) cat that I lost a year before to FIV. OH said he saw her a few times after that. It was almost like she was just checking on Milo and that once she knew things were ok, she left.