Post by Faeden on Sept 20, 2005 15:49:11 GMT
When I was nine, I lived in a flat in Farnborough, and used to ride with a few friends to an old abandoned WW2 military hospital, one mile away from my home.
It was not a huge hospital, probably possessing only 10 to 15 rooms. We would crawl in through gaps in the boarded up windows, using candles to search the rooms. What i remember most about the hospital was that it always had a frighteningly strange silence to it, even though a main road was only a short distance away. This made the hospital a very eerie place....
We must have played in and around the hospital for maybe a month until the authorities cordoned off the grounds. I did not know it at the time, but it was soon to be knocked down and new houses built on the site.
Just over a year later my parents told me we were going to move just up the road: to my surprise my new home was one built on the old hospital grounds!
Above the hospital when open
For about a year nothing out of the ordinary happened........
Then one night, about 10 pm, I was reading in bed: I always kept the bedroom door slightly ajar so that I could see out into the hall way. I looked up from my book to see the black hooded figure of a monk walking towards me from the top of the stairway. He stopped, turned and looked at me and then seemed to wander into one of the other two bed rooms! I got up and looked into my brother's bedroom and saw nothing except my brother sleeping. I checked my parents' room but nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary in there, either....
My mother and father were downstairs watching TV at the time, so i calmly went down and told them what I had seen. They said to go back to bed and that it had all been just my imagination. I tried to convince them, but they weren't inclined to believe me.
The house had a spiral staircase, so from the bottom you could not see all the way to the top: as I walked up and around the corner, the black figure was standing directly in my way! I just froze and stared at the phantom, until it raised its hand and made a kind of peace gesture. Unsurprisingly, I screamed hysterically and ran downstairs! My parents could not calm me, and I went to stay with my grandparents. It took about a month until I had regained sufficient confidence to come home.....
We lived in that house for a further five years until we moved to Basingstoke: I now live in Cambridgeshire, but since that night I have never seen or heard anything similar........
Just out of interest there is a local abbey just up the road called St Michaels, and right next to it was a playing field, I used to often climb over the fence of the abbey when our Frisbees and footballs would go over into the grounds and get shouted at by the monks, also I found out that they would also visit the hospital when people there where brought back from war and where not expected to live.
Also it was this experience that caused me to start studying the paranormal, so I am glad it happened.
All the best
Faeden
It was not a huge hospital, probably possessing only 10 to 15 rooms. We would crawl in through gaps in the boarded up windows, using candles to search the rooms. What i remember most about the hospital was that it always had a frighteningly strange silence to it, even though a main road was only a short distance away. This made the hospital a very eerie place....
We must have played in and around the hospital for maybe a month until the authorities cordoned off the grounds. I did not know it at the time, but it was soon to be knocked down and new houses built on the site.
Just over a year later my parents told me we were going to move just up the road: to my surprise my new home was one built on the old hospital grounds!
Above the hospital when open
For about a year nothing out of the ordinary happened........
Then one night, about 10 pm, I was reading in bed: I always kept the bedroom door slightly ajar so that I could see out into the hall way. I looked up from my book to see the black hooded figure of a monk walking towards me from the top of the stairway. He stopped, turned and looked at me and then seemed to wander into one of the other two bed rooms! I got up and looked into my brother's bedroom and saw nothing except my brother sleeping. I checked my parents' room but nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary in there, either....
My mother and father were downstairs watching TV at the time, so i calmly went down and told them what I had seen. They said to go back to bed and that it had all been just my imagination. I tried to convince them, but they weren't inclined to believe me.
The house had a spiral staircase, so from the bottom you could not see all the way to the top: as I walked up and around the corner, the black figure was standing directly in my way! I just froze and stared at the phantom, until it raised its hand and made a kind of peace gesture. Unsurprisingly, I screamed hysterically and ran downstairs! My parents could not calm me, and I went to stay with my grandparents. It took about a month until I had regained sufficient confidence to come home.....
We lived in that house for a further five years until we moved to Basingstoke: I now live in Cambridgeshire, but since that night I have never seen or heard anything similar........
Just out of interest there is a local abbey just up the road called St Michaels, and right next to it was a playing field, I used to often climb over the fence of the abbey when our Frisbees and footballs would go over into the grounds and get shouted at by the monks, also I found out that they would also visit the hospital when people there where brought back from war and where not expected to live.
Also it was this experience that caused me to start studying the paranormal, so I am glad it happened.
All the best
Faeden
