It all started when I was five, and twenty years later, nothing has changed. My family still has to live with the paranormal. I have been in my current house about two years. For a long time, it seemed "spirit free", but alas, three months ago, things got spooky. My mother was very ill and had to be taken to the hospital. Eventually, she was transferred to Liverpool for a long-term stay. My father told us that the spirits seemed to welcome her absence. For the first time, there was peace in his house. Six months ago, my father declared his love for my mother's best friend. He served my ailing mother with divorce papers as she lay in a hospital bed. The family house sat empty after dad moved in with his girlfriend (that's a whole other saga that I'm not even going to attempt to write about here). A few days after his departure, strange things began to happen in my house. My husband had these experiences as well: a figure seen walking up and down the stairs, floorboards creaking, objects disappearing only to reappear in unlikely places-- typical poltergeist-stuff. For Christmas last year, we bought our son a Batman clock. I accidentally knocked it off the shelf and broke the pendulum. I felt awful; my son had really loved that clock. My husband took it apart and did everything he could think of to fix it. Eventually, we just accepted the fact that it would be for looking-at only. One night, as I held my son, I fell asleep in his bed. I woke up a few hours later to a ticking noise. Half asleep, I told my son to do something about the bloody clock. Then it hit me: the clock was ticking!! I jumped out of bed and turned on the light. Sure enough, the pendulum swung as though it had never been broken. I freaked out and put the clock in a drawer. The next morning, it refused to work. I phoned my mum to ask her what she thought. Here is her take: as my dad has moved out of their house, the spirits have relocated to mine. So does this mean I'm in for more "treats"-- I certainly hope not!

Victoria, Wales