nana saves the day

My 3 month old son was sleeping on my double bed whilst I tidied the room. With everywhere clear I went to the loo. When I come back in the room one of the pillows was on the floor. So I thought nothing of it and put it back, I then took out some rubbish when I come back the pillow was on the floor again. I checked my son to make sure he was still sleeping which he was. I left the room again to answer the phone I was chatting to a friend when I heard my son start crying. I rushed back upstairs to find my son on my bedroom floor on top of the pillow that I kept finding on the floor.

A week later my mam had an appointment with a spiritualist which I accompanied her to but waited outside. When she came out she told me she had a message for me. My nana had told the spiritualist to let me know that I am doing a great job being a mam but she kept putting the pillow there to stop my son getting hurt and not to worry as she will be watching over me at all times. Now when I'm tidying my house if anything is misplaced I know its nana helping me.

Peacock Farm

I recently visited a old farmhouse with a friend of mine the building is 1700 circa. My friend who is a medium had been in the building and had experienced something before.The site is currently being developed on and the building will be knocked down soon.We went to the barns as the house was shuttered up.The barn was dark with windows on each side, there should have been light reflecting in but there was none. We stood by the entrance and there was this thud right in front of us on the ground, my friend said we were not to go in. I took some photos of the barn from front door towards one of the back windows on a disposable camera and then we left. We had them developed and discovered two faces, one victorian looking chap with bowler had and what looked like a builders yellow hard hat.We decided to go back the next weekend

We arrived and this time went into the farmhouse.As soon as I went through the front door I heard a male voice it was quiet like a whisper.I did not go any further than the front hallway.My friend went into the first room and stood at the bottom of the stairs, all the activity from before had been upstairs and there had been a little girl in one of the bedrooms plus another stronger male presence.I have experienced things before myself, but never to to this degree. There were footsteps coming down the stairs. Then there was a sound like a piece of furniture being dragged across the ceiling. The house had a indescribable atmosphere, it was heavy and oppressive.There was a long room to the right of me that was attached to one of the outer barns.

I plucked up courage and stepped into the room, kids had clearly been in the building in 2003 and had written on the walls, and drawn a pentegram and a face with longish hair and what only could be described as an victorian bowler hat! I immediately thought of our earlier picture when we got home we did search on farm found article about a builder who was accidently killed on the site this July.