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Northamptonshire / Re: The Cottage,High Street,Lamport
« on: Wednesday 06 July 16 22:27 BST (UK) »
After moving in I thought I was going a bit mad as when I went up the stairs I felt a presence behind me. I turned around and there was an old woman in white.
This happened a few times and I went to my bedroom and said to the wife I am not sure if I am going nuts or drinking too much as an old lady follows me up the stairs.
My wife said thank goodness I am not mad. she does that to me too!
Small objects would move around the house and lights turn on or off, my stepson had a built in wardrobe and he would hear stuff moving around in it.
Before my bedroom was a dressing room and I had my computer there, often while engrossed in the computer the door would open and a person enter the room, walk behind me and open the door to go down the steps into the bedroom.
I thought on multiple occasions this was the wife going to the bedroom so would later go to the bedroom only to find she was not there.
It came to a head when I was painting the window on the inside, at the top of the stairs, I felt something brush past the side of my face, when I turned I saw the old lady, it was midday.
That put the hairs on the back of my neck on end, I am not scared of her, and previously never believed in ghosts.
I sat in the window and regained my composure, and then carried on my work. A few minutes later she did the same thing.
I would be quite happy to have a chat with her but the annoying thing is as soon as you see her she disappears.
Again I waited for the hairs on my neck to go down and steadied my breathing and started painting again.
Three minutes later she brushed my face again, I turned and got another glimpse of her, this time I was angry and said if you want to talk fine, but otherwise **** off.
I never saw her again.
I met an old man outside my house and he said he had been to see the grave of his wife at the church, I asked if he knew who live din the house and he asked why. I described the woman and he said it was a lady that lived there after WWI and used to walk up the railway line every day to see her daughter in the next village.
In the attic of what is now part of the old post office is an area for cockfighting.
Denys Watkins-Pitchford MBE – also known by the pen name BB wrote books about Lamport and the apple tree in the garden of The Cottage was mentioned in on of his books when a fox hid in it.
This happened a few times and I went to my bedroom and said to the wife I am not sure if I am going nuts or drinking too much as an old lady follows me up the stairs.
My wife said thank goodness I am not mad. she does that to me too!
Small objects would move around the house and lights turn on or off, my stepson had a built in wardrobe and he would hear stuff moving around in it.
Before my bedroom was a dressing room and I had my computer there, often while engrossed in the computer the door would open and a person enter the room, walk behind me and open the door to go down the steps into the bedroom.
I thought on multiple occasions this was the wife going to the bedroom so would later go to the bedroom only to find she was not there.
It came to a head when I was painting the window on the inside, at the top of the stairs, I felt something brush past the side of my face, when I turned I saw the old lady, it was midday.
That put the hairs on the back of my neck on end, I am not scared of her, and previously never believed in ghosts.
I sat in the window and regained my composure, and then carried on my work. A few minutes later she did the same thing.
I would be quite happy to have a chat with her but the annoying thing is as soon as you see her she disappears.
Again I waited for the hairs on my neck to go down and steadied my breathing and started painting again.
Three minutes later she brushed my face again, I turned and got another glimpse of her, this time I was angry and said if you want to talk fine, but otherwise **** off.
I never saw her again.
I met an old man outside my house and he said he had been to see the grave of his wife at the church, I asked if he knew who live din the house and he asked why. I described the woman and he said it was a lady that lived there after WWI and used to walk up the railway line every day to see her daughter in the next village.
In the attic of what is now part of the old post office is an area for cockfighting.
Denys Watkins-Pitchford MBE – also known by the pen name BB wrote books about Lamport and the apple tree in the garden of The Cottage was mentioned in on of his books when a fox hid in it.