Once upon a time on Edgeburn lane- Story 2
Here is another tale from my time living on Edgeburn lane. Every house I’ve ever lived in has been haunted, but I’ve also had a particular spirit follow me from the time I was young. I had always felt it was a past grandmother, but a few years after this story, I was told it was a grandfather, seven generations past, trying to make amends for the patterns he had started in the family line. He had been rather protective of me, and at times rather judgmental of my activities. Especially when it came to the one night stands or purely sexual relationships I had. Sometimes the spirit decided to make it’s presence known to these gentlemen, with varying consequences. This is one such story.
I had chatted with this gentleman on an online dating site for a few days before meeting up with him. We spent a fun day together, and he spent the night at my house. We kept in contact over the next few days, and met up again later on in the week. We spent the evening together after my children went to sleep, cooked together and had a very nice time. We had been having very deep conversations on the phone before, and had been getting to know each other. He was a genuinely nice guy. He had recently moved from another province, was working and was searching for a place to live. He had told me he was a lapsed Catholic and I told him that I was spiritual and often had unusual occurrences happen around me. I don’t think he believed me.
It was after our meal, and while we were talking that he had told me that he was staying at his friends place and that he had to find another place to stay by the end of the week. I should mention here that I had developed the habit of rescuing people. By this, I mean, I had adopted neighbors, friends, and cooked/ bought groceries for them, I had taken in friends and acquaintances who needed somewhere to stay. So to me, it was natural to offer to let him stay for a few days. I didn’t even have to think about it. Well, you would think I had offered to kill him or something. He was so offended and so upset. I tried to explain that I just didn’t want to see him on the street and because of my history, I knew what it was like. That it was not a big deal to me, I had let multiple friends stay with me. It made no difference. We were up in my bedroom at this point, and had been getting ready for bed when this argument started. My bedroom door was closed to try and keep the noise down as my children were asleep.
At one point, our voices were quite raised and I was in tears, I was sitting up in my bed and he was pacing the floor. My bedroom door flew open and banged into the wall. He walked over, looked out into the hall, closed the door and turned to me to continue the conversation. The minute his voice raised again, the door flew open again. He looked at me, walked over to the door, went out and checked the hall, then came back into the room and closed, and locked the door.
It was about two in the morning at this point. He’s trying to explain to me that staying for a few days was very different than staying over night with me, and I was trying to explain to him that it really wasn’t a big deal and he could sleep on the couch if it was such a problem. I wouldn’t want to see anyone I knew on the street if I could help them. Our voices raised again and my bedroom door flew open. Well, he jumped and stared at me.
I then said quite loud: “I’m fine. I’m ok. We are just talking. I am ok. There is nothing wrong.”
I can’t remember if the door closed all the way on it’s own or if it just started to swing close because he was looking at me like I was possessed or something. I explained that I had a spirit that had been following me for a very long time and it was quite protective of me. It didn’t like it when I got upset or when someone hurt me. Otherwise, it was harmless and most people never knew it was there. I then asked him if we could stop fighting and go to sleep. He all but ran out of my house. I think I might have spoken to him once more, but I never saw him again.
I wish I could say that this was the only time that the spirit world interfered in my love life, but those are stories for another day.
