by Jackie Youngman

Created on: April 27, 2008

Despite having had a few well-defined and quite amazing so-called "paranormal" experiences in my life, there is still a large part of me that remains sceptical. I recently, on thinking of all those past experiences, asked myself the question......"what more proof do you need?".......but the logical part of my brain still persists in arguing with what some may call the less rational part, and my feelings on the topic of the existence of all things paranormal continues to oscillate between the extremes of total disbelief and wholehearted acceptance.

I would like to share with you the most powerful experiences of the paranormal I have encountered to date, and hope it makes for interesting reading.

1. When I was a very small child, my mother had a part-time job as a cleaner for a rich family. Sometimes, when I was pre-school age and later during school holidays, my mother had to take me to work with her as on some days, there was nobody else available to look after me. On the first day that she took me with her, we boarded the bus and travelled the 20 or so minute journey to the posh side of town. Mum said that she usually took a short cut to the house where she worked through a park and, holding my hand, she strolled me through the gates and we made our way to the south side of the park. At the end of this park was a small stream, with monkey puzzle trees growing all along its edge. As we approached the stream, I began to feel very uneasy, then I caught sight of the gnarled and twisted roots of the trees criss-crossed over the surface of the stream. For some reason, the sight of these twisted and knotted tree roots filled me with a fear and a horror beyond all rational comprehension, and I began to scream hysterically. My mother (who could sometimes be a rather impatient lady) demanded to know what on earth was making me behave in this way, and with the limited vocabulary of a small child, I tried to explain the blind terror I was experiencing at the sight of the tree roots. As she was in a hurry to get to work, she picked me up and covered my eyes as we walked across a little bridge over the stream, and left the park through the huge iron gates. Once outside of the park, I began to calm down, though could not offer an explanation as to what had been going on inside of my mind. My mother I think took it as a childish "glitch", and assured me it was only harmless water and trees. She hoped that by the next morning I'd have recovered and forgotten all about the incident.

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