Let me in at your window

#Oooo it gets dark, it gets lonely....

Well we meet again, for this little journey you may want to pack a tape recorder, a notebook, but most of all open your eyes and ears to what is around you. That is all I ask of you.

I wanted to share with you some of my mystery side, delving a little deeper into Miss Jones psyche.
At around the age of 8 years old, I went on a school trip to Harewood House. It was a lovely day, memories of a stately house with a stunning interior, peacocks and malted milk biscuit sandwiches. These were a quirky favourite of mine and I can still be found to enjoy the occasional nibble. But you won't tell above two will you?
Anyway, I digress...
On the coach home I was sat on the back row. Always a dreamer, I sat facing away from my friends with my elbows on the window sill, gazing out.
At the side of the road on the journey back to Halifax, I saw a windmill. At the side of it, a lady. She was smiling and waving, a pretty dress, in a field full of wild flowers.
I waved back and the coach went on its way. It felt a little strange, a ripple went all through my body, a little coolness and goosebumps.
On returning home I told my mother about this story. Knowing me to be a day dreamer she just glossed over it. However, I continued talking and described the ladies dress in great detail. All of a suddent there was a crash, my mother had dropped the glass she was drying and was standing with her mouth wide open.
She took me to sit down and explained that this was not just "a" lady. The dress I had described was worn by her mother, I had actually seen my grandma.
Nothing unusual you may think, if she lived in a windmill, between Harewood House and Halifax....
However sadly my grandma had passed away when I was around 2 years of age. I had sadly no memories of her. One picture of her where I am sat on her knee, but not in "that" dress. I felt a little scared, what did this mean? What was going to happen to me. My mother expained there was a 6th sense, some psychic power in our family on the female line.

This was the first encounter.
The second was in the house in Halifax where I lived with my Mum and Auntie at around the age of 9.
I hated the bathroom there. For some reason, I would run in, do what I had to and run out again. One particular day I was brushing my teeth, when I was aware of a young girl stood in the corner. She stood in an old Victorian nightdress -  long, simple, holding a candle, blonde hair, unkempt, bare feet, silent. Just tears pouring down her face. I saw in her eyes such sadness, and fear. I ran out of the bathroom and leapt into bed, pulling the covers tightly over my head, shaking from head to toe.
It probably didn't help that above my head was a poster of Rumpelstiltskin. My mother placed it there telling me if I banged my feet on the floor, he would appear and I would fall through the floor. I still shiver at the sight of striped stockings to this day!!
These psychic feelings in the bathroom came and went. I used to hear sobbing, low, soft, but heartbroken sobbing in the distant background.
One morning, I woke up in bed and was staring at the ceiling of the bedroom I shared with Mum. I was by now around 11 years old. I sensed a noise, a crack appearing, and dust.
The ceiling was actually not moving, in real time.
For some unknown reason, I leapt out of bed and ran to the other side of the room, where my Mum was. I couldn't quite believe my eyes when I heard a very strange ripping noise, we looked up, a crack appeared in the ceiling above my bed, and dust. wood and debris poured down, right on top of my bed! It was lucky my Auntie had gone downstairs from her Dormer bedroom above. The structural engineer who came to see the damage, could not understand why this had happened.
It was about a year later when my mum was talking to a neighbour across the road. She was talking about the history of the street. She went on to say it was well known that the house we lived in had been used as a place for orphans, with a very strict governess. She was very cruel to the girls who lived there.
In her older years, she had an accident in the house and passed away there.

These memories stayed with me, I never shared them with anyone. For the rest of my life, there have not been any major revelations, but I do have a 6th sense. I can walk in a room, and know it is not a good place, I can sense what people feel. I sense people who are hurting deep inside. For this reason, I am drawn to certain people with such intensity that it scares me at times. I know a persona they may display hides deep hurt/suffering.
For me eyes are the most important part of a person, and these are what I am drawn to.
I often know by looking at a photograph if a person is alive/dead for example or have some flashback to events on a rare occasion.
I often know what someone needs or senses without them telling me.

I adore Mia Dolan, have read all of her books and met her in real life. She is a deep beautiful soul. I love anything to do with psychic powers/astrology/destiny.

I do truly believe its written in the stars. I believe you are shown signs and it is up to us if we follow or ignore these.
As my Great Grandad used to say, "If you can't see anything beautiful around you, look up"

# Oh, let me grab it, let me grab your soul away
You know
Its me....#