Whitbred Hop Farm

My family and I moved into a rather secluded cottage on the whitbred hop farm estate, when I was only 11 years old. The cottage was surrounded by countryside, with Hop fields on either side.

I remember walking into the house and something not feeling quite right. Considering my age of only 11 years, this was a very alien experience for me.

The house was decorated and I was given the attic room as my bedroom. This was the only room residing on the 3rd floor.

As I had always shared bedrooms with my sister, I was so excited to now have my own room and looked forward to my first night. Unfortunately the room was a petrifying experience. I had a bunk bed and always slept on the bottom bed. Each night the bed would shake constantly, it felt almost like a cat on the top bunk scratching throughout the night. It continued night after night. The bed shook constantly. When I complained to my parents, they insisted it was just the cat, who maybe was scratching some flees he picked up.

I remember one night lying in bed listening to my walkman, when I suddenly saw flashing lights which scared the life out of me. I had never seen anything like that before and still haven’t to this day. I ran downstairs in hysterics to my parents, who insisted it was just static electricity.

There were lots of strange occurrences in that house. The strangest of all to happen there or in my room come to that. Was the Stereo I owned? This would turn on in the middle of the night, making the most eeriest electrical whining noise I had ever heard. The scary thing was that it wasn't even plugged in. My mum was witness to this happening. I was so scared at times that I would be literally rooted to the spot.

I constantly refused to sleep in my room; I even swapped rooms with my sister, who only spent one or two nights there before refusing to stay in it.

I remember being off school one day and had the awful feeling of being watched, I counted down the seconds until everyone came home. I always had this feeling of being watched whenever I was in the house.

Another occasion I remember. We were all sitting down to dinner when the tomato sauce bottle exploded in my sisters’ face. There was Tomato sauce everywhere. The ceiling, walls, table and all over my sister, I have never seen anything like this happen since.

 Years have passed and through my spiritual journey I have come to realise that It may have been some restless spirit, trying to get our attention or at least mine. My parents have since admitted that they were warned that the house was ‘haunted’, before we moved in.

I have always interested in the history of the house; there did seem to be a link around cats as the tenants who moved in after us, apparently used to put their cat out before they went to work. Only to find it would always be back inside the house on their return WITHOUT a cat flap.

Mysteriously the house burnt to the ground a couple of years ago. Another cottage has been built about 100 yards from the one we lived in.

It is often on my mind, wondering if those spirits have now been put to rest. I had nightmares for years after moving out of there and still get the odd one to this day. But I understand more about the paranormal now, so don’t get quite so worried. I would have loved to have gone back to investigate now that I am older as this was an experience I will always remember and one most paranormal investigators would

© 2009 Kent Paranormal Seekers

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