over the course of this fans life as a child and throughout I have experienced several supernatural encounters with many ghosts and phantoms, some of which I came close to not surviving. and that is why I’ve decided to include this page because here I will tell you these tales.

the man outside my window

I was little more then 9 years old when it first started it always happened at night me and my family lived right at the top of a hill in the largest house on the street, and whilst everyone else was so thrilled to have “lovely big house to live in” all I felt fear because from the moment we moved into that I just knew that I felt a presence on that property a very strong, but very dark presence from the moment I stepped in the front gate I was terrified but what of that wasn’t sure of until only the second day we were living there.

the abandoned manor house: part one searching the house

I had finally found the location of the item I had been searching for it was at an old, abandoned manor house, most people in people the neighbourhood claim that it’s haunted but I wasn’t about to let some old stories stop me from reclaiming what’s mine. So that night I rode my motorcycle to where the house was and when I got there it was almost as if I had rode right into a horror movie, as the house looked that frightening, but even though the sight of place had me feeling like I shouldn’t go in upon entering the manor through the padlocked door after having to break the door open, I found myself standing in the front hallway and I’m not gonna lie. the atmosphere hit me like a Mack truck with the feeling of being inside a large coffin, along with the realisation that I might be about to attend my own funeral. And to say I wasn’t terrified would be untrue, but it still didn’t mean, that I was about to leave without getting what I came for. I reached into my pocket pulled out a small but very bright flashlight; turned it on and proceeded to make my way down the hallway shining the light in every room. I passed trying to see if the item was in there, but the strange thing was that as I made my way further into the manor I could have sworn that someone was walking right behind me, so I quickly chanced a look back, but there was no one there but even as I turned back around I knew that I wasn’t alone, and that everything inside of me was telling me to flee but even though I was scared to death I still wasn’t going to leave until I found what I came to take back what was mine. Now you maybe wondering just why I am risking my life for an object well what I’m searching for isn’t just any artifact that I seek, it is an heirloom that was stolen from my family over five years ago and I have spent those last five years trying to get it back. And this heirloom of which I speak is something more valuable than even money or all the riches in the world. what I seek is the hammer Mjolnir, and yes I am speaking of the weapon of Thor it’s very real, and it gives whoever the hammer finds worthy the power of the Norse god himself.