Before I tell you about a couple of recent experiences, I should mention that I some pychic abilities that are quite underdeveloped due to the fact that it's only been in the last 4-5 years that I came to recognize them for what they are.

From a very early age, I've been able to peek into the future.  I can see snippets of future events in my dreams, literally.  The only problem is I never know if what I dream is a harbinger of coming events or just a dream.  It's not until the event I dreamed about comes to pass that I realise I been here before.

On occassion when I'm alone, I can feel the presence of others.  Sometimes, it's just a sensation of being watched, other times it's more obvious.  Like objects falling for no apparent reason or the sense of being followed around the house.  I don't freak out like I used to as I now understand what it is.  But it's still not a topic I would bring up at a cocktail party.

About a week ago, my husband and I visited Peterborough Museum.  I have since learned that this building is considered the most haunted in Peterborough.  It was even the subject of TV's Most Haunted.  Anyway, the first thing I saw was a stone coffin estimated to be 2,000 years old.  A wealthy woman had been buried in it but very little is known about her.  There was a sign requesting visitors not to touch the coffin.  Now I had no intention of touching anything unless invited to do so, so why I touched this coffin, I don't really know.  I didn't make a conscience decision to do so.  It was like someone else was touching it and I could feel it.

Within a few seconds I became uneasy and within a few minutes that unease turned into anxiety.  There was so much negative energy emanating from that coffin…I've never had a feeling like it before.  I don't know what happen to the woman who was buried in the coffin, but she is not resting easily.  I felt anger, sadness, a sense of betrayal, a complete  lack of happiness and contentment.  I've kinda been all over the place ever since.  I think about her a lot.  Sometimes I get emotional thinking about what could've happened to her to make her this way.  And it seems no matter how often I wash my hands, I can seem to wash away the feeling of that coffin.  I wish I'd never gone near it.  And yet, I know I'll be returning again and again.  I know I will.

My second encounter happened the following Tuesday evening when my daughter and I went on a guided Ghost Walk of Peterborough.  As we were making our way back to the museum, we stopped outside a pub where the tour guide said the figure of a woman dressed in Victorian garb could, on occassion, be seen looking out of the window at the people in the street.

As we walked through the alleyway down the side of the pub, I felt a sharp tap on the back of my leg.  I knew it couldn't have been anyone from the tour group as my daughter and I were straggling behind.  Turned quickly to see who it was but the nearest person was about 30 feet away.  No way could he have run that far in the split second it took for me to turn around.  This was unusual.  They've never made any physical contact before.  But then, Peterborough seems to be chock-a-block with ghosts and spirits.  That's a lot of energy in one place.

Before we left for home, I told the tour guide what had happened when I touched the coffin.  He seemed to understand and said it wasn't the first time someone had felt something around that coffin.  He said one person had described it as a 'Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned' feeling.  Interesting.

Well that's my contribution.  By the way, I'm not a ghost hunter.  I don't purposefully seek them out.  But for some reason, they seem to come to me.  Go figure. 

Bye for now,