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Chapter 7 A NEW HOUSE FOR A NEW CENTURY

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After the millennium celebrations had come and gone, thankfully with no global disasters, Anne and I made a decision to put our house on the market – it would be a new century and a new start for both of us. But after a couple of fruitless months we began to wonder if we were ever going to get a buyer. The housing market at that time was pretty stagnant and we lived in the proverbial ‘Fort Apache the Bronx’, a private estate bang, slap in the middle of the worst area in Kilmarnock.

To be fair, we rarely saw or heard much from the ‘Apaches’ that surrounded us, except at Halloween when the young bucks would venture into the heart of our fortress and attempt to ravage all manner of treasures from our humble abode. You won’t be surprised to hear that they didn’t need a costume to scare the living daylights out of the residents of our besieged estate.

Anyway, one cold Saturday morning in February, we received a telephone call from our estate agent. They were sending us two independent parties of viewers who they reckoned were sure to be interested in our property. Only two days earlier, I had walked down a quiet lane in a particularly leafy suburban area of Kilmarnock, admiring the surrounding neighbourhood and all of its appealing qualities, when suddenly a voice spoke to me clearly and precisely from within my mind: ‘You will sell your house at the weekend and purchase a house in this area only two days later.’ Wow! This was some prediction, although I knew from experience that it would almost certainly come true.

Our first viewing party arrived promptly at 11am, just enough time for Anne to wave her magic duster. The house looked immaculate and the viewers, a middle-aged couple who had just sold their house, seemed ideal buyers. They appeared to be extremely enthusiastic about our house and in fact the gentleman wanted to make a verbal offer right there and then. I told him he would need to contact the estate agent as they would inevitably take care of business. Anne nodded to me reassuringly just after they had left. ‘They will buy, I’m sure of it,’ she remarked confidently. I kept deliberately quiet. The day was young and there was still some competition arriving this afternoon. Could we have a bidding war on our hands after having had so little interest in our house for the previous three weeks?

The second viewing party arrived ten minutes later than had been prearranged with the estate agent. Anne wasn’t too perturbed, she had already decided that the previous couple would buy our house, so what happened in the afternoon would be totally irrelevant. A single woman in her early thirties arrived accompanied by her friend. She was very nice, although she didn’t display nearly as much enthusiasm as the previous viewers and in fact gave the impression that she wasn’t too impressed by the surrounding area. What was her problem? Halloween was almost nine months away!

After she had left, Anne commented that thankfully we still had the previous viewer, as the young woman clearly wasn’t interested in our lovely little house. Again, I stayed deliberately silent.

It was around four o’clock in the afternoon when the telephone suddenly rang, about an hour after the second viewer had left. As it began to ring I told my wife to quickly answer it, as the young woman would be requesting a second viewing. Anne gave me a puzzled look as she picked up the receiver, before subsequently giving me a wry smile. Sure enough the young woman was indeed requesting another appointment. She had contacted our estate agent, who was now subsequently calling us with the good news, adding that the first couple hated our house and were looking for something much bigger!

It was at this point that I decided to tell Anne about my prediction and how we would soon be living in our new house in the swanky cul-de-sac.

The young woman returned and after enquiring about the surrounding neighbourhood I did inform her it was normally very quiet, not mentioning Halloween of course she made us an acceptable offer. Job done.

Our estate agent telephoned us the very next morning. There was a house just about to come on the market and she thought it was absolutely ideal for us. This house was situated near to the mystical lane where I had my prediction.

The house was large and in need of some TLC, but the estate agent commented that the seller was desperate to move out and that if we acted quickly enough we could perhaps make an offer before the house was even officially placed on the market.

We did act quickly, we made an offer, it was accepted, and we arranged to move into our new home in only six weeks’ time. As spirit had previously predicted – all accomplished in only two days!

The new house was originally built around 1930 and apparently there had only been two previous tenants in all this time. However, from the moment I walked in the front door I could sense a hive of spiritual activity. More importantly though, there were no hostile inhabitants, apart from the odd cockroach or two!

That said, the house was clearly under a cloud of depression. Upon entering it I felt immediately as if I was suffering from a lot of heartache, although as I mentioned earlier, the house was still surprisingly welcoming. It was almost as if the house was saying, ‘Please come in and make me happy.’ I did find out some months later that the family who previously lived here had split up and there was a lot of heartbreak involved. However, the spirits who inhabited the house were not directly involved with this family, they were just reacting to the poor energy that had been created and which now lay dormant within the walls of the building.

Spirit will work with us to try and redress energy that has become stale. It is important to note that we must work in tandem with them to accomplish this task. If we remain positive in our work, then spirit will be able to work closer with us to achieve a happy and more positive energy environment. Even simply redecorating a room can lift the energy in a positive way.

Our house needed a lot of energy redressing. We redecorated all the rooms and slowly but surely began to brighten up all the furnishings. As each room was completed, I began to feel a sense of peace and calm progressively developing within the house. The level of spiritual activity also started to decrease as the spirits became more content, knowing that we were winning the battle to save our home.

Many people who view a potential new home will automatically dismiss the property if stale energy is present. We can all sense this energy. It’s not negative energy; and it’s not straight from the breath of Emily Rose. It’s just energy, simple as that. We’ve all walked into a depressing looking building and immediately felt depressed. If that building is then given a makeover then we suddenly feel more positive within its habitat. There are many television programmes highlighting the fact that a simple colour scheme and a dab of Feng Shui can completely transform the glummest of apartments into a palace of solitude fit for young executives with too much money and too little taste.

The point I’m trying to make is that we don’t need to perform an exorcism in order to rid a house of bad or stale energy. This type of energy is almost certainly caused by human misery, and unfortunately a lack of love. You just need to bring love back to the house; love each other and that house will love you back!

Anne and I brought love back to our new house and I felt that the spirits who visited us were content, happy in the knowledge that the previously depressing energy had been redressed and that we could all now live in harmony.

I can vividly remember two of my friends paying me a visit, two or maybe three weeks after our initial move. I opened the front door and they walked briskly by me, both of them curiously glancing up to the top of our staircase which led to three upstairs bedrooms, before entering our lounge and proceeding to open their cans of beer. It was a football night – an excuse really for these two guys to come and escape from their partners for a while, and for Anne and me to show off our new abode!

Before I even had the chance to join them on the sofa, Anne popped her head round from the corner of the kitchen door just to say hello and be sociable in the way that women do when there’s a football match on television and ironing to do in the kitchen!

Suddenly my two friends jumped up simultaneously from the sofa. They both looked at Anne; they then looked at me, before finally staring at the lounge door that led to the hallway, through which they had just momentarily passed.

Apparently both of them had seen a woman walking down the stairs as they had entered our house, assuming it was Anne, yet here was Anne in the kitchen – which clearly wasn’t connected to the hallway. How could she have passed them both without them noticing?

For a moment they just looked at me. I could tell they were extremely confused and frightened by what they had just witnessed and I knew they wanted me to give them some sort of assurance that they hadn’t indeed just seen an apparition.

I was actually pretty surprised myself. I had also witnessed the woman walking down the stairs, but I was even more surprised that my friends had also seen her. Three people witnessing an apparition is fantastic evidence of paranormal phenomena.

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