by Bridget Webber

Created on: January 17, 2008

Before writing this article I loitered, staring at the page before going away and then returning. This is because my story is somehow an intimate one. Sometimes speaking words out-loud or writing them down has the ability to give them power or energy. I had to think about whether I wanted to give energy to that which is in the past or to leave it dead and buried.

My tale begins when I moved by myself into the basement flat of a Georgian building on the outskirts of the city.

As I went up the five stone steps and onto the garden path I took a good look at the building that was to be my new abode. It stood proudly along the skyline, despite its appearance which was that of a house which had been slightly neglected and was in need of some tender loving care.

As I moved in with boxes and furniture I was too busy to really take in the atmosphere. I was just happy to have found somewhere interesting and commodious to call home.

It wasn't until a few days later that I actually began to absorb any 'feeling' around me that already belonged to the house. All was quiet by then and friends who were helping me move had gone away and had left me to my unpacking.

I sat on the stairs, as I was to many times again in the future, and starred at the walls around me. I don't know how long I sat there but I did know that it was odd as I am not someone who sits about when there are things to do and just stares about me dreaming.

As I stood up I felt a sudden rush of cold air about me and had a heavy, oppressed feeling that seemed to hit me in the chest.

As strange as this was I didn't think much of it at the time and just finished unpacking my belongings. But this tired feeling was to befall me on a regular basis accompanied by iciness in the air which would vanish as quickly as it had arrived.

Then, a few days after my first experience I noticed that my cat was behaving in a really strange way. He would run down the hallway and look up as if someone was there. With his ears pricked as though intently listening to something he would gaze upwards into nothing and then begin to purr.

This, just like the cold air episodes was to happen on a regular basis. Sometimes my cat would run in a certain direction in the house as though he was being called and then purr and roll on his back.

At other times his fur would literally seem to stand on end and he would run away very quickly out of the house.

I began to get a definite feeling that someone was not only watching me but was following me from room

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