The Avenue Ghost
Sheepwas Avenue & Daves son
This story is by the late, David P. Allison who was the president of the Sixtownships History Group.
Do you belive in ghosts ?
Read this story & have a long think, as it is true.
I am not a religious person and don’t believe in guardian angels, Indians in the corner watching over you, nor an after life. However there was an experience that occurred a few years ago that started me thinking
We had just moved to this property, a three bedroom semi detached in a pleasant tree lined avenue. We had a young family and this was to be our second home. Things went well for the first few months, then one night we were woken by our eldest daughter who was standing beside our bed crying. We comforted her and asked her what was wrong ?. She said that there was someone in her bedroom, and had woken her up. I took her back to her bedroom where her two sisters were also sleeping and showed her there was no one in the room and that she had probably been dreaming. She eventually fell asleep and I went back to my bed.
Next morning nothing was said and things went back to normal. However, a few nights later the same thing occurred again, only this time she talked about it in the morning. As she was talking you could see that she was visibly disturbed by the occurrences. That night she would not go back to bed in her room, so my wife and I let her sleep with us. Her two sisters were also worried by what was happening, although they had not seen anything, nor had they been awakened in the night. After discussing the situation with my wife we decided that we would move the girls into our bedroom and we would move our bed into their room and sleep.
Three or four nights passed and nothing untoward happened. Then this night we went to bed as normal after checking to make sure the children were alright. I was awoken a few hours later by a chill eerie feeling. Opening my eyes I saw a misty figure standing at the foot of the bed. Fully awake now, watched as the figure floated away taking the smell and cold feeling with it. Next morning I did not say anything, however, my daughter who experienced this first said, “He was here last night again, wasn’t he ?”
I was somewhat surprised by this and didn’t say anything. However, a few nights later it happened again. This time we confided to a friend of ours who lived up the avenue. She was a very staunch catholic and said she would see the father at the church and ask if he could help us with the problem. Two days later he arrived at our house and we explained fully what was occurring. He took some water, bible and some vestments, and headed up the stairs. We heard him talking for a few minutes and then he came down and said there was a very strong presence and he could do nothing with it.
We spoke to our friend again and explained what had happened, she told us not to worry as she knew some people at North Shields who would help us. True to her word, we made arrangements for these people to come to our house. In the meantime no one in our house would go upstairs to bed so we all slept downstairs in the sitting room with the door firmly closed.
The arrangements were completed for these people to visit us. They wanted to be present during the night with as few people as possible in the house. We arranged for all our children to stay at a friends for the night, which left myself, my wife and our friend present at our house. The people from North Shields arrived at about 10. 30. pm to see us. We sat and explained the problem to them over a cup of tea . We finished our talk and the two ladies were eventually satisfied with the facts. They asked for a glass bowl half filled with water, and they got a bunch of flowers from their car which was parked outside with their driver sitting inside. They then came in and went upstairs to the bedroom.
It was a calm November night, moonlit and very still and quiet. The ladies had been upstairs for what seemed like eternity. We could hear mumbling but very little else. Eventually one of the ladies came down the stairs and said to me, “can you please come upstairs with us.” I was a bit apprehensive at first but agreed, and went up stairs to the bedroom. The bed was in the middle of the floor facing the door. She took the bowl of water and flowers and placed them on the floor of the passage between the bedroom door and the landing window. They then asked me to sit between them on the bed with each one of them holding one of my hands. Everything was quiet and still, and all you could hear was the sound of breathing
Then suddenly the bowl of water lifted from the floor and floated to the window sill followed shortly afterwards by the flowers. I could make out a shadowy figure of what looked like a man dressed in a white smock like shirt, trousers tied below the knees and that was all I could make out. Then I began to talk, but it was not my voice, I knew I was talking but did not know what I was saying. I could feel sweat on my forehead and I was trembling. Then it stopped and I was aware of the ladies saying it was ok and I could go back downstairs. When I got down my wife and friend asked me what had happened, and I said I was not sure, but I had seen something and all I wanted at the present moment was a smoke.
The three of us were sitting quietly when there was a terrific bang, and we saw the front door fly open against the wall. Now this was weird as the front door had been closed with a yale lock and a bolt neither of which had been damaged were both in the open position. The car driver who had been sitting outside said he saw the front door open but it was not from the outside.
The two ladies came down stairs and said not to worry as it had gone and would not come back. They said they had found out what had happened and had laid him to rest. This is their story. Apparently our house had been built on farmland, and years ago a farm labourer by the name of Clarence had been falsely accused of either killing or molesting little girls. He could not rest in peace because no one believed he had done no wrong. In fact Clarence liked children and would not think of harming them. He visited our house to ensure no harm came to our little girls. The ladies told him they believed him and no harm would come to the little girls in this house. Clarence then said he would leave us and seek peace. Things got back to normal after that. Our daughters went back to their bedroom with no more problems.
A few months later we received a letter and a visit from the two ladies who said that Clarence was now at peace. When I asked them how the found out all the information they said Clarence had told them the night that I sat on the bed with them. They asked if I could remember talking ? I said “yes” but it was not me.” “No” they said, “that was Clarence.”
Note.
Previous occupants of this house did not have any little girls in their families or experiences like this. Or they are not saying anything, but thirty years on, nothing more has happened.
We had just moved to this property, a three bedroom semi detached in a pleasant tree lined avenue. We had a young family and this was to be our second home. Things went well for the first few months, then one night we were woken by our eldest daughter who was standing beside our bed crying. We comforted her and asked her what was wrong ?. She said that there was someone in her bedroom, and had woken her up. I took her back to her bedroom where her two sisters were also sleeping and showed her there was no one in the room and that she had probably been dreaming. She eventually fell asleep and I went back to my bed.
Next morning nothing was said and things went back to normal. However, a few nights later the same thing occurred again, only this time she talked about it in the morning. As she was talking you could see that she was visibly disturbed by the occurrences. That night she would not go back to bed in her room, so my wife and I let her sleep with us. Her two sisters were also worried by what was happening, although they had not seen anything, nor had they been awakened in the night. After discussing the situation with my wife we decided that we would move the girls into our bedroom and we would move our bed into their room and sleep.
Three or four nights passed and nothing untoward happened. Then this night we went to bed as normal after checking to make sure the children were alright. I was awoken a few hours later by a chill eerie feeling. Opening my eyes I saw a misty figure standing at the foot of the bed. Fully awake now, watched as the figure floated away taking the smell and cold feeling with it. Next morning I did not say anything, however, my daughter who experienced this first said, “He was here last night again, wasn’t he ?”
I was somewhat surprised by this and didn’t say anything. However, a few nights later it happened again. This time we confided to a friend of ours who lived up the avenue. She was a very staunch catholic and said she would see the father at the church and ask if he could help us with the problem. Two days later he arrived at our house and we explained fully what was occurring. He took some water, bible and some vestments, and headed up the stairs. We heard him talking for a few minutes and then he came down and said there was a very strong presence and he could do nothing with it.
We spoke to our friend again and explained what had happened, she told us not to worry as she knew some people at North Shields who would help us. True to her word, we made arrangements for these people to come to our house. In the meantime no one in our house would go upstairs to bed so we all slept downstairs in the sitting room with the door firmly closed.
The arrangements were completed for these people to visit us. They wanted to be present during the night with as few people as possible in the house. We arranged for all our children to stay at a friends for the night, which left myself, my wife and our friend present at our house. The people from North Shields arrived at about 10. 30. pm to see us. We sat and explained the problem to them over a cup of tea . We finished our talk and the two ladies were eventually satisfied with the facts. They asked for a glass bowl half filled with water, and they got a bunch of flowers from their car which was parked outside with their driver sitting inside. They then came in and went upstairs to the bedroom.
It was a calm November night, moonlit and very still and quiet. The ladies had been upstairs for what seemed like eternity. We could hear mumbling but very little else. Eventually one of the ladies came down the stairs and said to me, “can you please come upstairs with us.” I was a bit apprehensive at first but agreed, and went up stairs to the bedroom. The bed was in the middle of the floor facing the door. She took the bowl of water and flowers and placed them on the floor of the passage between the bedroom door and the landing window. They then asked me to sit between them on the bed with each one of them holding one of my hands. Everything was quiet and still, and all you could hear was the sound of breathing
Then suddenly the bowl of water lifted from the floor and floated to the window sill followed shortly afterwards by the flowers. I could make out a shadowy figure of what looked like a man dressed in a white smock like shirt, trousers tied below the knees and that was all I could make out. Then I began to talk, but it was not my voice, I knew I was talking but did not know what I was saying. I could feel sweat on my forehead and I was trembling. Then it stopped and I was aware of the ladies saying it was ok and I could go back downstairs. When I got down my wife and friend asked me what had happened, and I said I was not sure, but I had seen something and all I wanted at the present moment was a smoke.
The three of us were sitting quietly when there was a terrific bang, and we saw the front door fly open against the wall. Now this was weird as the front door had been closed with a yale lock and a bolt neither of which had been damaged were both in the open position. The car driver who had been sitting outside said he saw the front door open but it was not from the outside.
The two ladies came down stairs and said not to worry as it had gone and would not come back. They said they had found out what had happened and had laid him to rest. This is their story. Apparently our house had been built on farmland, and years ago a farm labourer by the name of Clarence had been falsely accused of either killing or molesting little girls. He could not rest in peace because no one believed he had done no wrong. In fact Clarence liked children and would not think of harming them. He visited our house to ensure no harm came to our little girls. The ladies told him they believed him and no harm would come to the little girls in this house. Clarence then said he would leave us and seek peace. Things got back to normal after that. Our daughters went back to their bedroom with no more problems.
A few months later we received a letter and a visit from the two ladies who said that Clarence was now at peace. When I asked them how the found out all the information they said Clarence had told them the night that I sat on the bed with them. They asked if I could remember talking ? I said “yes” but it was not me.” “No” they said, “that was Clarence.”
Note.
Previous occupants of this house did not have any little girls in their families or experiences like this. Or they are not saying anything, but thirty years on, nothing more has happened.
