I've just logged in and realised it's almost 2 years since I have been on the site! I'm so glad that it hasn't changed a bit!
This story actually started before my birth. After being married for about a year my parents bought a house in south west London - back in the days when 'normal' people could still afford to purchase property in the capital! It was an early Victorian - possibly about 1840 - built 3 storey house. There were two entrances to the house, reached by two stair cases - one went down to what we called 'the area' (a common name for a basement then) and the other stairs went up to the first floor.
When my parents had lived there for about a year, they discovered that one of my great grandmother's sisters and her husband had owned the house about 15 years before they purchased it. When I was born, about three years later, Charlie was already well ensconced in the house. I have absolutely no idea why it's called Charlie, but my great aunt had named it when they owned the house. This means that he was already a resident of my family house in the 1920s/1930s - my parents believe that they were able to buy the house for such a good price because of Charlie, but we could never be sure of this! When we left the house and moved to another house about 5 miles away, Charlie decided to come with us. We weren't aware of him for some time, but after about a month Charlie made himself known and made himself at home.
When I married and moved away from the family home, guess who decided to come with me? That's right, Charlie! When I moved away from London to the Kent coast (south east England) again, he came with me. When I moved to the West Midlands and married my second husband, it seemed to take Charlie a couple of months to 'track me down' but he is living very happily with us again, which is great, as I really missed his presence.
Charlie is a friendly, if somewhat mischievous, spirit. He loves to hide things and then leave them in truly bizarre places. Once I had a little tiff with my then very young son, whilst I was cooking a fried egg for his lunch, I went looked back at the cooker, the frying pan and the egg had vanished. I found them about an hour later, hidden in the freezer, and amazingly the oil was still sizzling around the still cooking egg.
He also likes to move things that you're using if you're foolish enough to put them down for a few minutes. One of his great favourites is to come into my craft room whilst I'm working and wait for me to put the scissors down. Of course, when I look back to where I left them they are gone - on one occasion hidden behind our tropical fish tank, so they were not found for around 3 months.
My husband didn't really believe that Charlie existed as he had never had any of his possessions moved. This was when Charlie decided that he couldn't resist my husband's tools - especially when he was working on one of his cars. Socket sets are very much his favourite, usually he manages to remove the exact piece of the set that is needed next, or failing this, a nice spanner will do! He often leaves them in the fridge, but he has also been known to leave them in our bed, always on my husbands side.
My kids all know Charlie, and have used him as an excuse on many occasions - which makes Charlie move their stuff and hide it from them. My son once claimed that it wasn't him that drew on the wall so it must have been Charlie - fine if I'd not seen my little artist drawing on the wall! He's hidden so many things that we've lost count. He doesn't get more active when there are arguments or upsets in the house, nor did his antics increase when I hit puberty or when my children did. I understand that is quite often the case with this kind of activity.
Funnily, none of us have any desire to discover who or what Charlie really is, and we definitely don't want to get rid of him - he's been part of my family for at least three generations, and I would love him to continue long after I've gone. He is very mischievous, but has never once scared us or put us in any kind of danger. So far he's shown no interest in knives or anything that could harm us (even though he LOVES my scissors!), and I'm certain that he would never do anything to hurt us or our visitors. I have to say though, that he's more than happy to pinch items from our guests and hide them - maybe he enjoys the antics of us mere living people looking for the things he's moved!
Life would not be the same without Charlie and, as we're moving around 300 miles away next year, I really REALLY want him to come with us.
Do other people have these little pranksters living with them, or am I extremely lucky in having Charlie in my life since before I was born?
Thank you for taking the time to read my ramblings on a poltergeist, if that's what he actually is!