‘The Door’ – a paranormal account

The events relayed in this account are true.

 

There have only been a handful of times in my life when something has happened that cannot be explained. Many of us have experienced the same; from the cliche odd bump in the night or the feeling of being watched to even something lurking in the corner of your eye. I’m a sceptic and even after this encounter and another after that, I still am. But to this day it still remains unexplained, so let me take you back to the summer of 2013…

Like the year previous I had joined my significant other and her family on the annual summer trip to the south of France; a beautiful place all year around; in the summer the weather is a hot as Spain and this is accompanied with the forest backdrop that could be England but way more rural.

Our road journey was around 10 hours plus and on this year my S.O and I were joined by some close friends. The accommodation and our home for two weeks would be on a former farm converted into ‘gite’s’ – barns which now serve as self catering holiday homes. Of course with our larger party we were in the 12 berth gite. Located on forest surrounded hills and farms, this place truly is picturesque and remote. All roads leading there are single track and you can even hear how quiet it is; bliss. This is without mentioning the stunning Jurassic Park like views.

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Our rooms were decided upon arrival and so myself and my S.O took the top left area. You can see from the pic above the window in which our bedroom was and this was the left hand wing of the gite. Up wooden stairs and a left hand turn into an alcove half way up would bring you to a narrow corridor which then faces another corridor leading left and right with a bathroom between a pair of rooms. If you were to go further up the stairs instead of turning left it would take you up to a living room area and then moving right would take you to the higher section of the gite and to more bedrooms on the right wing – this is where a pair of our friends took a room each. It is worth noting the stairs which were varnished wood had been installed by way of slotting into the wall; you would have to literally tip toe not to be heard and they made a distinctive ‘drumming’ when anyone walked on them.

After what was a long travelling day, we had eaten dinner and the general mood amongst our camp was good and fun; we were in the usual spirits of exchanging stories, jokes and generally messed around like we always did in each others company. We were on holiday and things were good.

Eventually it was bed time and so myself and my S.O went back to our room and began to unpack our stuff. At this time everyone else was probably doing the same or going to sleep and so silence ruled over the gite for the night.

Whilst I decided not to fully unpack I got myself into bed and as my S.O was considering joining me our bedroom door softly opened. The door was previously closed with a handle that requires pulling to open.

At that moment neither of us were startled and I thought about perhaps yelling an expletive at probably a prankster in the night. Instead I walked up to the door and behind it was nothing but the darkness. Now there was probably enough distance for whoever decided to play this prank to be easily discovered and still I didn’t see a soul in sight. Upon walking out and even getting to the stairs I expected the culprit to be huddling somewhere but there was nothing. Being one of rationale I shrugged my shoulders and returned to bed, this time locking the door.

The next day I quizzed those who I consider to be behind such activities to no avail. To this day nobody has admitted to opening that door. It’s worth mentioning on that night the window in our room was not open and as far as I can remember there was no strong winds or even a breeze outside.

My answer wouldn’t point towards the paranormal until the owner of the place mentioned in passing to one of our party about this particular gite being ‘haunted’; not a lot of sleep was lost as this was mentioned on our final day. The story even developed to be one of a little girl who can be seen around the extensive forest surrounded site.

Because there are so many variables, I spent some time being very sceptical on the matter. We had even returned the next year to the same place and nothing had happened for the whole duration of that trip.

Even though I was slightly wary that next year it wouldn’t be until 2017 when something else happened involving ‘The Stairs’...

 

 

My Final Blog of the Year

The year is coming to an end and this will be my last entry into my Hall of information. Season 2 comes to a close just as it opened in September, that is with uncertainty of where it’s actually going. Slowly my following is increasing, my posts well some of them have been engaging enough for people to click that ‘follow’ button and for that I salute you.

It really isn’t easy finding something to write about every week but since august I have managed to do that. Whether it’s about writing or something popular at the time my Hall of information is exactly that now, full of information.

Then it turned into this

Lee Facing was a short lived craze that took off in August this year

 

My whole premise is to build a following that will build a platform that can help me get published. Clark Thorn and The Warrior Project is my first book, set in the future where robots look just like us but they are not us. Their crimes begin to emerge and society needs to take note, that’s the job of Clark Thorn and young man who sets to change things for the good. A ordinary person who strife’s to succeed in extraordinary circumstances for a unique cause. Much like me they echo between.

I see people around me, my age and now sometimes younger getting publishing deals and it twists my heart a little. Seeing other writers have success is great and all but that’s what I want. I plan to write six books about Clark and then his son Jack. It’s kind of disheartening when you want to write book 3 and book 1 gets rejected for the hundredth time. But I won’t give up!  My new campaign to approach agents and publishers is in process and will come to fruition in January. Maybe 2015 will be my year!

It’s that time of year where we all reflect upon what we have actually achieved and what we haven’t. Many of us consolidate those un-successes into new year’s resolutions. For the last few times my resolutions have been simple. To carry on and move forward one step at a time.

Much of my break will be spent read/editing my second Clark Thorn book as I want to get back into drafting his third adventure.

My final note on this blog would be a nod to all those we have lost this year. Some key influences of mine in and out of the spotlight have left us and it’s up to us to keep their legacy from fading away.

I wish all my followers a happy festive season and a productive 2015.

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