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Yeah, you call it paint. And there was something about blue eyes. And I don't know to this day. Well, I kind of do know where it came from, but then I had no idea where this was coming from because I had ridden a few mares, but generally I was riding geldings and stallions at the riding school. And then when I was old enough to, they had show jumpers there to exercise them. It was mainly gelding and stallions. So why I suddenly had this idea, it was all a bit strange, but I just kind of went with it. So we found a small holding that we could afford, mainly because most of the buildings were falling down. So we left all our family and friends behind in the south of England and moved. It was just into Wales, actually, from Shropshire, and the house was livable but needed an awful lot of work. And most of the outbuildings were falling down. But it was an amazing location in the Welsh hills for riding. And it came with just over eight acres, which is perfect for four horses. But we were strapped for cash moving there. We were right at the limit of what we could afford. So we thought, we'll just move there. We won't have. We won't get the new horses straight away. We'll work on gradually doing the outbuildings up, so we've got stables for all of them. We're both working and just take it as it comes. And really, from day one, it became absolutely clear that that was not going to happen, because I. We packed our belongings up down south and into. We couldn't afford a removals company, so we borrowed a big truck off someone Darren worked with and we family and friends all moved us out and into this truck and Darren was going to drive it up to Wales and I'd gone on ahead in the car with the dogs and the saddles because I had to divert to go and get the keys for the house. So I went and bought the keys for the house and I knew I was still ahead of him. And our small holding was three miles up this. This really narrow lane that kind of wound up into the Welsh hills. And I still remember where I was. I was about a mile up that lane and I thought, oh, I'm nearly here. It's taken forever driving and it's hot and the dogs need to get out and I need to give them water, but we're nearly there. And I thought of the house. And as soon as I thought of the house, I could feel these beings there. And don't ask me how I knew because I've never had any experience like that before, but I just felt this complete adrenaline rush of, oh, my God, I've bought a haunted house. I can feel them from here. And I. Having always been quite sensitive to kind of the vibes around me, I knew it was an old house. It was built in the 17th century, I think. Yeah, 17th century. And I'd always said I wouldn't have an old house because I knew if there was anything lingering there, I'd feel it. But when we look round it, I didn't feel anything. So I just thought, no, it's fine. But two miles down the lane, I could feel them from where I was. And I was just absolutely terrible. I thought, what am I going to do? Well, I need to carry on, but I'm going to get there on my own and I need to go in there because I need to get water for the dogs. I need to open all the windows because the lady had moved out sometime before. I need to get fresh air in. It's a nice hot day, I'm just going to have to do it. So I got there trying to pretend to myself and actually convincing myself that I'm just imagining it. It's not happening. This isn't how it is. But even so, I took the dogs with me all the way around the house while I was opening windows and that kind of thing. And I. It. I didn't. Over the months that followed, as it became very clear that I wasn't imagining it, I didn't tell anybody else because I didn't want it to be real, if that makes sense. I kind of thought that because Darren waltzed in, no reaction whatsoever, friends and family came to stay. No reaction whatsoever. They all seemed perfectly happy. So I just thought, as long as they're like that they're keeping me sane. And I can convince myself that all of this, that I can feel happening and the events that are happening, I can convince myself that there's an explanation and it's just my imagination. So I didn't tell any of them. Even as they were. I could feel five of them. I knew there were five there. I only ever had like a strong mental image of one of them. And it was. He was an elderly gentleman who always had a maroon colored cardigan on. And a very distinctive knobbly walking stick. But the other four were almost like kind of shadows in my mind. I couldn't picture who they were, but I could feel them there. The radio would switch on and off by itself. They were focused in one of the big. One of the bedrooms. Upstairs was their main place. And we had chosen that to have as our bedroom. Cause it had the best views. But we quickly. I think I made the excuse. It was when I wasn't very well. I said to my husband, no, I need to be near the bathroom. We need to move down the hallway. Cause I just couldn't be in there. And I could just feel them watching me all the time. It was. It used to make my skin crawl. And once when I went to put some fresh sheets in there, I think we'd had guests and I went to put some fresh sheets in there. I'd gone in the room. I was busying myself trying to ignore what I could feel. And there was a key that the old owner had left on the inside of the bedroom door with a big fob on it. And the fob just started swinging from nowhere, just by itself. And there was no draft, there was nothing. It just started doing that on it. So. So I just started singing really loudly. As if that was going to, I think, just to distract myself and stop myself screaming, to be honest. Finish what I was doing. And then ran down to where the dogs were. It was always a case of when this kind of thing happened. I need to be back either near the dogs or the horses or something, just to ground myself again. I think I remember one time I was sitting in the living room. And I felt them enter through one of the doorways, all five of them. And at that point, both of my dogs who'd been asleep on their beds, both of them woke up at that exact moment. Looked to where I could feel these entities. I could feel them moving around the room and leaving through the door behind me. And the dogs watched them all the way around. And then once they'd left, just put Their heads down and went back to sleep, which made me feel better that they didn't bark and they didn't seem overly bothered by them. They clearly knew they were there, but they didn't seem bothered by them particularly. And so gradually these things are starting to happen where they saw them. So it's like, right, well, I. I'm still going to find a way to say it's just an imagination. Maybe it was a fly. Maybe it was a fly that buzzed over there and flew behind me. It must have been something like that, even though I know it's not a hot fl. And then I was looking after my friend's toddler who just started to speak. I had him for the day. And obviously children of that age don't know that things like that aren't supposed to exist, do they? So he's in his push chair because she didn't bring a highchair. So I was feeding him in his push chair. So I crouched down in front of him in the kitchen, just spoon feeding him. And he looks over my shoulders. Hi. That's one of the words that he learned to say to say hello to people and to wave. And so he's quite cheerfully saying hi to one of them that's standing behind me. And I can feel the shivers go down my back thinking, how do I do this? What do I. What explanation do I find that this is not happening to me? And I'm thinking, please stop, say hello. And I can't tell the child off because I know what he's saying is real and I'm not going to make him uncomfortable. What do I do? How do I. How do I pretend this isn't happening? So again, I think I started singing again just to try and kind of distract myself. And then finally it got to the point their piece de resistance that I could no longer argue with. Darren had been working out on the yard just outside the back door and I'd been cleaning inside and I'd washed the kitchen floor and washed it and washed myself out of the kitchen door. So I kind of left the floor to dry and left the mop and bucket just outside the door and went to help Darren just the other side of the door. We were just doing something on the yard there while the floor dried. Came back in half an hour later by myself. Darren was still working out there and there are footprints all over the floor where I've just washed it. So the floor is dry but covered in muddy footprints. And I'm suddenly thinking, okay, I'm just going to do this. I'm just going to find another explanation. There is a reason for this. And it was a good 10 minutes I stood there. I couldn't move. And I thought, I'm not moving because for my sanity, I need to find an explanation as to why this has happened. So as I'm looking at these footprints that have been walking all over my kitchen floor, I noticed that there's a very distinctive star pattern in the middle of the sole. I know that pattern. And it's my Doc Marten boots that are sitting just inside the back door covered in mud. It was my own boots that had somehow walked themselves around the kitchen floor and then gone back to where they were. And at that point I just thought, I'm really scared now because I actually can't. I can't find an explanation or anything that I can convince myself has happened other than what's happened. So I shake myself off into town into a bookshop that was kind of like a quite a spiritual place. They sold kind of books on ghosts and animals, spirits and all that kind of thing. And I was determined to find a book that would tell me how to help these spirits to move on. So I picked one off the shelf, and I'm just having a look to see if there are any others. And this man came up to me. Unbeknownst to me, he was a psychic doing readings there that day, and he was on his break and he came up to me and he said, you can feel them, can't you? It's just like ice went down my back. I was like, please don't make this any more real than it's already been made. But he was determined that was what was going to happen. So I kind of stammered that yes, I could. And he said, yeah, one of them, he said, he's got quite a distinctive walking stick. It's like he described the only one that I had had an image of. He described him exactly. And I kind of stood there thinking, I'm becoming more scared by the second. I don't actually remember what else he said to me. I was so scared, I paid for the book and left the shop. And I just thought, I can't go home. I just can't, because he's made that. He's even described the same one that I had the image of. To me, there's nothing I can do now, and I'm too scared to go home. So I actually went. I drove to my friend's house who I knew would believe me because she was renovating her house. She was Living in a mobile home while renovating her house. And various people had gone to see her and said they'd seen somebody waving from an upstairs window. Well, there was no floral in the house, so nobody could have been up there. So. Because those kind of things had been happening to her, I knew that she would believe me when I. So I just went and spilled it all out to her. And she just said, all you can do is just do what that book says. Just go back there and do what that book says. Sorry about the book.