Mrs Caville

It all began when I was five, I would lay in bed, staring into the ceiling, I always seemed to pick out this one face, staring at me. The face was soft and round, I couldn't quite pick out anything but the head and the eyes. Sometimes I would wake-up, startled, to these foot steps in the hallway, these nights I did not have the guts to arise and go to my parents room, instead, I would sulk and pull my covers over my face and I would listen as somebody walked into my room... Sat on my bed and patted the covers I was under... This would happen once every fortnight, for about 2 years, until I was about 7. My mum decided to sleep with me in my bedroom, as she was bored hearing of my ' ghostly ' experience. When I began Kindergarten, I began to become sick often. It didn't get so bad, right up until I was about 8 or 9, I would miss major clumps of school and would stay at home. When I stayed at home, by myself, scary things began occurring. I would be sitting watching the Televisions in another room and in other rooms the Televisions's would flicker on and off, bedroom doors would creak open and then slam swiftly, taps would run, the washing machine would begin and the dog would mysteriously start barking hysterically, sometimes I would see, a figure, in black, staring at me, with eyes so cruel. The figure wore a grey dress, lined with grey and white. I could not figure out the face, although, there we no eyes, the sockets were filled with blank space. But it would feel as if it would stare at me, for what seemed like an eternity.

We have a downstairs area, the stairs are quite old and when you walk up them they cause an awfully loud clanging sound. Sometimes it would then begin that the sound of our stairs was sounded, it would start silently, as if someone was at the bottom of the stairs making their way up, whispering harshly it got louder, and louder, as if someone was walking up the stairs, although there was nobody at home, apart from myself, I would sprint out the back door and hide in the bush just outside in the backyard, peering up into the house, I would see a figure walking around, peering out the back door (which is a glass sliding door) and ' evil staring ' me, as if to say " STAY AWAY. ". Although there were no eyes, the face showed the expression

In year 4, I was 10 and another paranormal experience happened to me, I used to stay at a after school care, after school, as my mum worked late. One Wednesday, we got home and my sister who was in High School and was able to walk home from school, was inside the house, showering, we got to the front door, as it was locked, mum searched for her house keys and I peered through our glass door,

" Mum! "

I said

" There's a black figure "

As I stared through the door, a black figure began to approached the door my hair stood on ends, it got about 3 centimeters away and vanished, I turned the door knob and it opened! Mum was amazed and as we walked in my sister, wrapped in a towel, ran up the hall. She had no idea how we got in without a key, she told us, she had been hearing constant shuffling sounds around the house aswell, as if small feet, wallowing about.

The same experiences re-occurred, I would get sick and the TV would flicker, on and off, the radio would come on and off, chairs began to un-tuck them selves and I would repeat the same ritual, running out the back to hide in the bush and get a view of inside the house, to see the figure staring at me. It then began that the figure began to start smiling at me, as if to say " Don't fear "It was a large change to the threatening look it had been giving me previously. At the end of year 4, I began to hear small voices inside my head, I began to become claustrophobic. I didn't mind these small symptoms, but it was difficult to be in a small classroom, as my ears would ring and my chest would tighten. Some days I would stare at the windows of our classroom, as from the very corner of my eye I would see the same figure staring at me, but when I looked, it would be gone... Sometimes I would find notes in my tray, always reading: Don't Fear and on the oddest occasions, I would blank out, everything in the world was black and white, my friends would stare at me, but with clear eye sockets and no expressions.

I began to become a horror fan, I would watch scary things on YouTube, and read scary ghost experiences. I would always un-tuck a chair for some reason, it felt like something was pressuring me to do it, I would place it next to me and when reading, I felt as if, a presence next to me was sitting in the untucked chair a cold sensation, reading the same things I read, and watching the same things I watched and at the same time looking at me, but when I looked, nobody was there...

I started to become curious, I asked my dad, who has lived in this house for 25 years, about the history of the house, he explained to me that where we lived was a new estate back then, the house structures were mostly built by one builder, Mr Caville, the house we live in now was one of his first, he lived in it until his wife died. I asked my dad about his wife, he told me she had, had a heart attack in this very house... Then I knew it... I knew why these paranormal experiences were happening... There was a spirit among us... Mrs Caville.

Ever since then, I have hardly had any more ghost experiences, why? Personally I believe that it is because I once asked this spirit to leave... Leave this world because her time was over.

I know Mrs Caville may still be here, but only quite slightly, as if her soul is dying, she hardly tampers with me any more, as I think she is aware I have a fear of her. The posters I put in my room were for the purpose of protection from any other spirits who may live in my house, the posters are of one of my favored horror characters ' Samara Morgan ' from the movie ' The Ring ' & I think these posters do a good job of scaring the uninvited.

Although, I'm unsure of what she wanted, what type of spirit she may have been? Please help me find out, and unravel this unusual experience.