Ghostly Goings On

During my time living in Britannia Mills, from May 2005 to September 2011, I would often be woken by what I can only describe as an extremely loud rushing noise, to the point of roaring, straight into one, or sometimes both ears. If you can imagine the feeling when somebody shouts straight into your ear, almost making physical contact, it causes you to shiver down that side of your head and neck, well, this would do exactly that too. I am a very deep sleeper, and will sleep through more than I would say is normal, this does mean that I am not the best at rousing in the morning, but after this phenomenon, I would not only wake immediately, and with a physical start, I would be left wide awake and completely alert, often very initially whilst the noise would still be ongoing, (although this would only ever occur prior to me having opened my eyes and risen), thus however, confirming to me that it was not something I was dreaming. On one very memorable occasion, as was most often the case at Britannia Mills, I was sleeping on the left side of my bed on my left side. I very suddenly awoke to the feeling of being watched, because of the haste with which my mind had so suddenly put me into gear, my mind was sharp before my eyes had opened. I knew that something was looking directly at my face, I could sense the closeness, and I knew that whatever this was, believed me to be asleep. I am often pretty forward with presences, sitting up and talking aloud to establish if I can help, or asking for peace so that I can sleep, so I decided to open my eyes suddenly and stare straight back without fear. Upon doing so, I was face to face; there was barely a foot between myself and the spectre. I gave the spirit a real shock, the face distorting as it vanished almost instantaneously. But, herein lies the proof of what I describe, a witness to the very same, in the form of my new girlfriend at the time, Sam Ashton. For there was a further element to the activity, again, only ever occurring whilst in bed, and this was to experience an external force running down the very middle of one’s back, causing a spasm like reaction, the back to arch with a rather forceful ticklish thrill, and followed by shivers down the spine. I experienced this most frequently, and was less sure that this might be caused by something other than myself and my covers. However, having told Sam nothing of all of this, on the morning of her second visit, I was not too perturbed when she described having been woken by something running down her back, what did give me goose pimples however, was that some time later, having fallen back to sleep, she had been roused again by a terrifyingly loud screaming into her ear! In September 2011 I moved in with Sam.