Ghost at the farm house
I have worked as a psychic not only here in Canada but in Wales and
England for a number of years and have encountered my fair share of
ghosts. At least my fair share of them! My first encounter was when I
moved to Wales from England as a young teenager at the age of
thirteen. We’d moved to a farm house in a small village. The farmhouse
we lived in was older than the rest of the village, but young by most
‘old’ places came by. It was about two hundred and fifty years old.
We didn’t know there was a ghost, but most of the time a ghostly
presence could be felt. What turned interesting and was a sort of
novelty from our modern town detached house near London, soon became
strange and somewhat creepy. If it can be described as such. I was
more sensitive than the rest of the family when it came to things such
as ghosts, but, I still couldn’t see what it was. Just a knowing that
I was being watched or followed around the house or out buildings, was
enough to get me running to the house or locking the front door.
When we decided to renovate the house, we found lots of artefacts.
Most of them from the mill pond and mill race at the back of the house
and the mill. Which was still intact when we bought the place, along
with the instructions to operate the mill on the original plaster. We
of course knocked it down off the wall, not really knowing its true
value. We put the granite mill stones in a wall, sold one of the chalk
mill stones and made the other one into a patio table for a new house
we were building across the road.
Often times when I was alone in the cowshed or the mill, I felt a
touch to my shoulder. Chopping wood in the cowshed I would feel
somebody watching me to make sure I was doing things the right way. It
was like being spied on. I would turn around and no one was there.
Eventually the house was sold several times over a period of years. I
moved away to London and lived and worked in England. Then I moved to
Canada. I later came back to research a book on paranormal and psychic
events in Wales, specifically the village where I grew up as a
teenager. The owners of the farm house at the time of the visit only
confirmed my suspicions by telling me that there was a ghost in the
house. The stories in the village only confirmed the rest.
What I’d learned over the years told me that the ghost was someone who
had lived in the farm house when it was first built in the late
seventeenth century. Over the years, the house had been added to, with
a lean-to kitchen and box room above. The main portion of the house
had been exposed to the elements before. We found evidence of rats
nests and mummified rats in the walls as the holes were blocked for
the building of the lean-to kitchen. The mill was built in the 1800's
with the mill serving most of the area for several years until the
1930's when the last baker left the house and closed the business down
in the district. The house apparently stood empty for a long time,
until the 1950's when three or four more owners came and went. This
was evidenced by the wall paper which in fact was newspaper layered
with lime wash. The original wattle and daub construction underneath
with chestnut wattle and horse hair daub had us coughing as we took it
down. But the history in the walls amazed us. Even some of the locals
still remembered the mill working and getting bread from the bakery
next to the mill.
The ghostly apparitions increased during and after the renovations,
and became agitated while we were doing the mill. Not only did things
start to happen, like family members falling through the floor and
mysteriously being held there, but the construction floor beams fell,
the drill would fail, or the mill race which was in the mill, would
suddenly become damp and full of water when the pond was dry. We later
learned that the water from the spring which fed the mill race and
pond had not been diverted so we eliminated that particular scenario.
But, there were other strange happenings too numerous to mention. We
would keep wine and beer in the mill race which had become the cellar.
The wine and beer would mysteriously uncork itself with the contents
sprayed on the walls. We thought it was a member of the family, but,
no one was around at the time when one weekend we were away and the
mysterious spraying of the beer and wine occurred.
While in school and in later years, I learned of a ghost in the grave
yard of the local church. I would often go there, and find that there
was nothing. Some how the ghosts were related in some way, and I found
out from some of the locals in the village where I was staying when I
came back from Canada to do my research, that the ghost in the grave
yard and the ghost in the farm house are one and the same. Buried
there, he didn’t want his farm house changed in any way and would try
to stop the owners from changing anything. It didn’t matter to me
then, the house I was staying at was across from the farm house and
the farm house had new owners.
Several people had left because of the ghost. They believed it brought
bad luck. Many people thought that tampering with the house brought
bad luck. But, it was the ghost saying that it didn’t want to have the
house changed in its own way. I wonder what it would think now, that
the house has been totally remodelled and sold as a holiday cottage.
The mill totally rebuilt and changed into a house with a new roof and
the stone walls shored up with cement. I wonder what it would think of
the cow shed no longer existing, where I spent many hours chopping
wood to the ghostly stare of the first owner!
I never saw the ghost in the house. Not even when I went to visit one
last time for nostalgia. But, I did see the ghost when I went past the
grave yard in the village and that did freak me out a bit. It never
bothered me. It watched me like an old friend. I never got to see it
again. I left shortly after that to go back to Canada.
Karen Martel, Saskatchewan, Canada
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