12 September 2024 | Your Stories, Your True Encounters
Our experiences with the paranormal weren’t confined to The Foundry or our mountain home. Even in other residences, we found ourselves brushing up against the inexplicable.
In one of our previous homes, a beautiful Federation-style house built in the 1900s, our eldest daughter, then around seven years old, often spoke of a child named ‘Hammy’ who she said lived in her room. At first, we dismissed it as a typical childhood imaginary friend. Hammy seemed benign, keeping our daughter entertained with whatever games or conversations they shared.
Curiosity eventually got the better of us, and we decided to look into the history of the house. To our astonishment, we discovered that one of the original residents was indeed named Hamish. The realization sent a shiver down our spines. Our daughter’s ‘invisible friend’ suddenly seemed much more tangible.
Another memorable incident occurred in the same house. One night, I was jolted awake despite my wife sleeping peacefully beside me. I found myself in what felt like a trance state, my gaze fixed dead ahead in the darkened room. What I saw next is hard to describe.
For what seemed like fifteen minutes, a holographic image appeared before me – a serene, calm head, glowing white in the darkness. It was otherworldly, yet I felt no fear. The entity, whatever it was, regarded me with a tranquil expression, and I stared back, transfixed. Then, as suddenly as it had manifested, it vanished, leaving me alone in the dark with my racing thoughts.
These experiences, though brief, left lasting impressions. They reinforced my belief that our world is far more complex and layered than we often acknowledge. The veil between the physical and the metaphysical, I’ve come to understand, is thin and permeable.
Submitted by Conarelli
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