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Captain · 61-69, MNew
So many experiences. The funniest was in Bushmead Avenue in Bedford. 5 young graduate males in a rented house. Wild parties, drinking, blown up car engines on the floor of the hallway, 2 week old curry in the cooking pot. But from the moment I walked into that house the downstairs cellar door was a place of dread. 4 hadn't believed, I was always sensitive and open and had seen and felt things with measurabole testable outcomes that I couldn't deny - and why should I ? So from day one the other boys started talking about weird stuff happening like their calculators (takes you back doesn't it !) switchng on and off by themselves, doors banging etc etc. They got ot be terrified. When I told them I went to close my downstairs curtains (i slept next to the cellar) a face was suddenly staring in at me through the window that spooked them even more. So big macho boys, and not one of them dare come in to clear up the place with me on the last week of our tenancy. I was brave enough to go back in on a dark March evening and clean the place up so we got out deposit back - just me on my own. Anyway job done I went to shut the back door and as I did so something (anti-ancient aliens lobies will say the wind), gripped this door and could I get it to start closing ? So in that moment I called upon Jesus to help me close it and it closed - and I was out of there asap. Mother was always the one with the most susceptibility and she said she couldnt stand it by the door to the cellar. I'll share another one in a new message.