Supernatural Magazine

A Personal Haunting

You can’t beat a good ghost story for sheer adrenaline-induced excitement and heart-pounding panic all mixed within a cocktail of white-knuckle fuelled emotions. And the more realistic a story appears to be the more terrified we often become. Everyone has their own personal account of something that just can’t quite be explained – be it a simple door that opened of its own accord or perhaps a ghostly figure that suddenly disappeared out of sight. If it can’t be explained by normal logistical reasoning then a quick, sharp feeling of apprehension shall always accompany any subsequent thoughts associated with the incident.

With this analogy in mind, I will now recall the events of my childhood that simply terrified me beyond anything that you could ever imagine. And every single word that I hereby write is to all intents and purposes as true as the day is long.

It all started when I was eight years old… I knew from a fairly early age that I was different from most other children. I would forever ask my friends about their dreams and whether they could interact with the people in them. I would ask my friends if they could talk to people who came to visit them after waking up in the middle of the night. I would also ask my friends if they ever heard voices during the night – telling them to ‘run as fast as you can’. My friends would always just look at me and shake their head. Naively, I felt that I was just experiencing nightmares, especially as my parents always dismissed my claims as nothing more than an overactive imagination. But, the dreams eventually became more intense – and much more sinister.

Typically, I would find myself wandering around a deserted street; trying to find my way home; lost in an underworld where every turn took me deeper and deeper into the unknown. Suddenly, I would become aware of someone watching me, just waiting for a chance to pounce. My fear would escalate and I would then find myself back in the sanctuary of my bedroom, hoping that the mysterious stranger had gone. Alas, my fears would return as I would hear footsteps slowly coming up the stairs of my house, before my bedroom door would swing open. At this point, I would always close my eyes in the hope that I was still dreaming and that this intruder wasn’t real. But, I never did wake up – and he never ever went away. I would always hear his breathing, slow and menacing, and getting louder as he gradually towered over me. I would intuitively know that he was about to kill me and the fear of this fact would always make me scream out loud in terror. Fortunately, for some reason, my screaming would stop the attack and I would again find myself back in my room, only this time my attacker really had gone.

These attacks would usually occur once or twice a month and would always follow a similar pattern, that is, until I reached my early teens. Then, the attacks became far more sinister – and more realistic. After screaming at my intruder, I would find myself back in my bedroom as normal, and presume that my ‘nightmare’ had ended. However, after a few moments, I would then see my intruder burst through my door and launch himself at me with a knife. Once again, he would be just about to kill me and I would suddenly find myself back in my bedroom, soaking in sweat and wondering if the attack had really finished. My next move would always be to touch my bedroom wall. If I could feel the hardness of the wall in my hand then I was safe. If not, then all hell was still about to come crashing through my door. It was at this point that I realised that this couldn’t be simple nightmares – these attacks felt absolutely real. My only saving grace being that I knew I couldn’t be physically harmed by this individual – but mentally, I was being torn apart!

The attacks became less frequent throughout my late teens and into my early twenties – perhaps as little as once or twice a year and I could never determine any particular reason why they should occur. Then, one night, something extraordinary happened during a severe attack. After I had screamed at the intruder, I awoke to find someone else sitting at the end of my bed. He looked far more sinister than the intruder ever did but his temperament was completely different. My intuition told me that this man was here to protect me from the intruder – rather like a bodyguard. Nevertheless, a strange looking man sitting at the end of my bed was still something that freaked me out – why was this only happening to me?

It would be many years later, after training to become a spirit medium, before I finally found out who the intruder was and why he was attacking me. My spirit guides informed me that this was a personal attack on me and that it was linked to a past life that we both shared. I was also told that my fear of this individual was causing the attacks and that if I didn’t fear him then he would leave me in peace. So that’s what I did – and the attacks have thankfully stopped.

So, who is this mysterious intruder, you may ask? Well, I did find out that he was the leader of an army who stormed a Scottish castle that I was defending during the 18th century Jacobean conflict. In actual fact, I once visited a certain castle in Perthshire and could see the battle clearly in my mind. My guides confirmed this later and gave me some more details. Apparently, I was the last man left alive after the castle siege. This gentleman then thrust a knife deep into my heart to effectively end the battle. Unfortunately, it would seem that he hasn’t come to terms with his actions and is probably still running around the aforementioned castle, looking for yours truly. I was also informed by my guides that as the head of the castle during this conflict, that I myself was no shrinking violet, and had killed many men during this existence.

And I know that this story sounds all too unbelievable – I must have been dreaming it all, surely? Well, you could always ask my wife, who after being awoken one night by my screams, then witnessed the nasty intruder about to plunge a knife into my heart! Or you could ask my son, who was also awoken one night before witnessing a man being chased by a large Mohawk Indian out of my bedroom. When I asked them what the intruder looked like, they both gave an identical description – exactly as I remember seeing him. My son also said that the Mohawk Indian looked exactly like a spirit drawing that had been made of my guide, Black Hawk. This was the same Mohawk Indian who sat at the end of my bed many years before.

There have been many reports throughout paranormal circles of people being haunted or possessed by evil spirits. I do believe that any such occurrence is completely individual to the person concerned – and furthermore, can only really be truly dealt with by the individual themselves.

Thank you for reading about my personal haunting – do sleep well…

David Shaw

David Shaw

David Shaw is an author from Kilmarnock in Scotland. More commonly known as ‘the spiritcounsellor’, he works as a complementary therapist offering such therapies as hypnosis, past-life regression, massage and psychotherapy. David is also an experienced deep trance medium and regularly demonstrates his abilities through spiritual workshops. David has written many spiritual articles for various newspapers and magazines, and his new book – ‘Ghost Writers’ will be published by Harlequin at the beginning of 2015.