Posted in Paranormal, Personal

A Reassuring Touch?

Who’s ready to get spooky?! It’s been a while since I discussed anything spooky or ghostly, so I thought it was high time I got back into it. This is a fairly recent experience, and I’m still trying to figure out if it’s real or not. As always, please remember to be respectful to myself and any others that may comment – if you don’t agree with our beliefs or don’t believe in what we believe in then, still feel free to comment, just don’t degrade us or make us feel ashamed of our beliefs in the paranormal. With that said, let’s get those ghosts out!

Earlier this week I noticed my house kept getting significantly colder, I even Tweeted about it when it happened. I kept turning the heating up, only to notice it getting colder despite me double and even triple checking the temperature I’d set it to. I will admit I can sometimes forget or just assume I’ve done something, even if I haven’t.  So that’s probably the first thing that I started to notice. My house is usually this safe haven of warmth and cosiness. Recently I have had to wrap up in heavy pyjamas and a dressing gown to keep that cosy feelings. Some may say it’s just the weather, or me coming down with a cold – which both are true, the weather is getting colder and I am getting sick. But this felt weird.

Anyway, I did forget about it and continued to go about my life, as you do. But on the Sunday night/ early Monday morning, I popped a dressing gown over myself and my duvet to keep me extra cosy and warm during the night. I woke up to go to the toilet during the night and I noticed my dressing gown was further down my bed than where I originally left it before I went to sleep. Obviously. The strange thing is, when I came back not even two minutes later, my dressing gown was further up the bed. As in, it was closer to my pillows, as if someone just plonked it down just where I would be lying in bed. By now, I still hadn’t thought anything of it. It was really late at night/ early in the morning so maybe it was sleepy brain giving me the wrong information about where things were placed. Maybe it wasn’t…

After I settled back down with the dressing gown covering me, I was just seconds away from going to sleep when I felt a pressure on my back in the shape of someone’s hand. I shot up so quickly you’d have thought Brendan Urie was in my room by the way I moved. I looked around, no one. Not my mum, step dad, hamsters or even my beloved teddy Fudgie. No one was in my room other than me. So, I shook it off, even though I was confused and could have sworn that it has just happened? And that’s when it happened again, but it was a gentle, reassuring pressure on my back/ shoulder. As if someone was trying to tuck me in or reassure me and reduce anxiety. I didn’t feel scared or worried. I just was confused.

Maybe it was my sleepy brain playing tricks on me, but maybe it wasn’t. March is a really tough month for me anyway seeing as two years ago, five of my friends passed away within days/ weeks of each other during March. Maybe it was one of them trying to reassure me that they’re still here? Maybe one of them wanted me to remember that they were here. Maybe they want to remind everyone that loved them and will continue to love them for as long as we all live, that they are always here with us, experiencing these things with us, even if we can’t see them. I’d like to believe that’s what it was. It gave me a happiness to think that Chris was around and looking out for me, even if he’s not physically here. It made me smile to think it could have been Conner reminding me not to cry this month. Or it could have been Rhodri, Cory or Alesha reminding us to stick together and give comfort to one another in this hard and trying time.

No matter who, or what it was, it was certainly spooky to think about. What do you guys think it was? Was it a ghost? My angels looking out for me? Or was it just something a tired 20 something’s brain imagined? Let me know what you think! If you’ve ever had any experiences similar to this, then please do let me know in the comments below! Having said that, go have an awfully big adventure for me this week.


Posted in Lifestyle, Paranormal, Personal

Paranormal Experience- Halloween Story.

Happy Halloween you spooky lot! Seeing as it’s a creepy day I thought I’d tell you one of my scariest paranormal experiences. I know a lot of people don’t believe in ghosts, and that’s completely fine! I’m just going to put it out there that I genuinely believe spirits and demons and the like do exist. All I’ll ask of you guys reading this is to be respectful of my opinions and everyone else’s opinions who may comment/ share similar experiences. After all The Lost Kids are meant to be kind to one another. So, that being said, shall we get spooky?!

Last year, before working at Lush I was working part-time at a Welsh nightclub in the centre of Cardiff. Lots of people used to come in asking if it was haunted and everyone would joke around saying it was. It was a creepy old building, and I’m pretty sure that in the 80s the same building caught on fire. I’m not 100% if anyone was killed, but still, it’s creepy to think of the energy and the emotions the people stuck in the building at the time felt. So sure, the building was creepy and had some really weird and spooky events take place before, but did that really mean it was haunted?
Some time after working there, it didn’t seem as creepy as it once had. On my breaks I used to sit in the basement and read, I’d find dark corners and just sit and take that much needed time to calm down after working nonstop for 5 or more hours. The nightclub no longer seemed haunted to me. But I was so, so, so wrong.

I remember one fairly quiet night I was restocking the drinks and refilling the ice buckets, so that meant going back and forth to the basement and spending the majority of my time just being downstairs in general. I remember I was feeling good about myself. People were being polite, no one was shouting at us, we were having such a lovely night and we rarely had nights like those. So when my co-worker came upstairs saying that the basement gave him weird vibes that night, it wasn’t anything I hadn’t heard before. I just laughed it off and told him it was close to Halloween and he’d been watching too many episodes of Ghost Adventures. He swore it was something different that night, but doesn’t everyone say that when they get scared?

So by the time came for me to restock and go down to the basement, I almost completely forgot about what my co-worker had said earlier that evening. I was refilling the ice buckets and had two huge buckets in my hands, so I wasn’t really focusing on anything other than ‘just don’t drop the buckets, don’t drop the buckets’. The basement in the nightclub was separated into two halves. The main part was where all the barrels, bottles and other drinks were kept. It was a large and cool room so everything was kept chilled. We also used to wash the bottle bins/ buckets out every night in that room as there was a huge drain in the middle of the room with a hose. So it was a fairly large space that a lot of us spent a lot of time in. The second half was longer but thinner at the sides. This is where we had the ice machines, decorations for Christmas, Halloween, extra chairs, cleaning products and so on. Towards the end of the room, it was always darker than it should have been. People apparently saw movement and even saw a pair of tiny feet walking across the room. It was so cluttered and dark in that room, it honestly could have been anything. But after my experience this one night, I honestly believe it was more than likely what they said it was.

Anyway, back to the story. I entered the main part of the basement and already something felt weird. Usually you can hear the music and people dancing from the floor above, but this night, I heard nothing. Instead I swore I heard whispering. I thought it must be someone having a cheeky phone call on shift so I wondered around the basement to check for anyone. But surprise, surprise, no one was there. This really wigged me out because a) I swear I heard someone whispering and b) I know what whispering sounds like and that was it. To try not scare myself too much, I just told myself I was tired even though it mustn’t have been that late in the evening. So I carried on doing what I had to do and went to the other part of the basement for the ice. As soon as I walked into that room, I felt weird. By that I mean I felt anxious, I was constantly looking over my shoulder as if someone was watching me. I started to feel like something bad was going to happen. I felt cold on my insides which is pretty hard to describe. It felt like my blood had turned to ice and that it was slowly pumping through my body. My arms had gone heavy and I just about finished filling the first bucket before I had the sudden feeling that I had to get out of that room.
I picked up the bucket and headed straight for the door. My heart was racing, and I could feel a panic attack coming on. And that was weird. I was in my element there, I felt comfortable, I love live music, I enjoyed helping and talking to people, why was I having a panic attack on a really nice quiet night?! As soon as I got to the door to enter the main part of the basement, it wouldn’t open. I was stuck in this room, about to have a nervous breakdown. I pushed it so hard my hands were red. It felt like someone was leaning up against the door as a joke. By now I could hear the whispering again and I just figured it was someone being an arse and trying to scare me. So I called out ‘Open the door you knob, I’m flipping freezing in here!’- but still nothing happened. I heard some giggling, and just thought that maybe someone was being a bigger arse than I originally thought. It felt like a few minutes passed and by then I still couldn’t open the door. I picked up the bucket of ice, and charged straight at the door with my shoulder at the ready. I must have looked like something straight out of a comedy movie. And lo and behold, the door opened. As soon as I got into the main part of the basement my anxiety eased noticeably, but not entirely.

I was now jogging straight to the exist. I was not going to stay in that basement longer than needed. Now here’s where the really creepy thing happens. Just before I left the room, I felt breath on the back of my neck, and a quiet female voice whisper ‘bye bye Lily’. From then it kind of echoed into a few different voices. By now I was utterly convinced I was going crazy and that I’d lost the plot entirely. I could have sworn that the door leading to the second part of the basement was even beginning to open as I left the basement. But that would have been impossible. Right?

As soon as I was back upstairs, surrounded by people, my anxiety had gone, I could clearly hear the music, the dancing, the chatting, the general sounds you’d hear at a bar. Everything came back all at once. I told my supervisor that I wasn’t going to go back down there alone after what had happened. He tried to tell me that it was probably the pumps making noises that I mistook for whispering. But since when did pumps clearly say ‘bye bye Lily’?! He also argued that the door in the basement was old, so of course it would stick now and then. But why would it suddenly stick and then go back to being normal after a few minutes? Why would I suddenly start to feel weird and sick in the place where I used to spend the majority of my breaks? It didn’t make sense to me. He then told me that the building was haunted but I was probably just tired and had an over active imagination.

But here’s the thing, this was the first of many incidents that happened in that building to make me completely and utterly convinced that it was haunted, and that spirit and demons exist. But those are stories for another time. This incident left me terrified of the second part of the basement. I wouldn’t even go in there without a friend or my supervisor with me. After a while, a lot of people started complaining of feeling sick down there and having bad anxiety in that room. I can’t tell you what it’s like now, but I have a feeling it’s exactly the same as it always has been. Shadows that are meant to be unmoving slowly changing positions, the sound of footsteps echoing from the walls, people’s names being called, maybe someone has actually seen something solid in that room. Maybe these spirits were kind yet playful. Or maybe they were more than just spirits… Either way, I can tell you guys that I was beyond scared and thankfully, I never have to go down there again.

If you guys have had any paranormal experiences let me know in the comments below! Let me know wha you thought about my experience and if you think it’s paranormal or not. Remember to be kind and respectful to everyone in the comments and to myself, my blog is meant to be a safe place for everyone to come to without being picked on for their opinions/ experiences.

Until next time you scary squad, have an awfully big adventure!