IT’S a fair bet that by the year 2112, scientists will have long discovered that there are more dimensions to life than we can imagine.
In fact, prove me wrong, and I’ll give 1,000 euros to anyone who produces this article exactly 100 years from now.
Joking aside, I am not so stupid as to dismiss the bizarre stories of ghosts, UFOs, alien abductions and the like as the fantasies of , shall we say, colourful minds.
I spent an hour on Saturday with local expat Mike Sweeney, originally from Southport, whose family have spent the last few months living in a haunted house near Guardamar (I’m not saying where, in case it sends local house prices crashing to the point where the sellers pay the buyers!).
It is only recently that cash-strapped Mike, his wife Debbie and their teenage children Aaron and Hollie managed to ‘escape’ to a new rented home where the supernatural action seems to have disappeared. Whether equipment and cans will still continue to fly about involuntarily in bars he frequents is another matter.
Their nightmare began with a mobile telephone disappearing during the night and then turning up on a bed two weeks later after being turned off and then back on.
The subsequent sequence of bizarre happenings included a Playstation control pad disappearing in front of Mike and Aaron and then being found in a completely different place two hours later, a ghostly figure, seven feet tall, appearing virtually every night, a mobile phone continually dialling 112 by itself, and a non-existent 5am ‘visitor’ crunching up the gravelled drive to the front door.
With the help of a digital recorder, Mike claims to have not only seen, but actually spoken to the shadowy ‘presence’, which can be seen on the stairs in the photograph.
Asked for his name, he replied in a ghostly whisper, either ‘Alberto’ or ‘Roberto’. Later, another whisper floated though the air, asking: ‘Why do you keep calling me?’’
When Mike called in a clairvoyant, the young psychic couldn’t get away quick enough. Terrified, she ran off praying the spectre didn’t follow her home.
So what is it all about? Do ghosts exist or are the Sweeneys imagining things?
I doubt it’s all in the mind because Mike is not the only one to have experienced the mysterious activity.
But could the explanation be that he has been subjected to unusual natural forces which man has yet not discovered and harnessed.
In other words, the ‘happenings’ may be an intrusion from a Fifth Dimension to life (and perhaps death) that those of us in this third-dimensional world cannot access – yet.
There are so many examples of supernatural events all around the globe that the phenomenon has to be taken seriously. The same thing goes for UFOs – thousands and thousands of sightings, many by large groups of people, are surely evidence that, in the words of Spock: There is life, Jim… but not as we know it.
I am no expert on the supernatural, but much of what Mike has experienced smacks to me of classical poltergeist activity.
;Wikipedia describes a poltergeist as “a paranormal phenomenon which consists of events alluding to the manifestation of an imperceptible entity. Such manifestation typically includes inanimate objects moving or being thrown about . . .’’
Apparently, the agents for the poltergeist activity are often children or teenagers – which figures in Mike’s case. Apart from Aaron and Hollie, he himself had, shall we say, unusual experiences as a youngster.
That should have been it. But a bizarre incident that occurred on Monday – less than 48 hours after I interviewed Mike – that could have come straight out of a Hammer House of Horror movie.
I was crossing the road to the Courier office with a colleague when a stationary car, which had been parked about 20 feet in front of us. Suddenly revved loudly and shot back in reverse at boy-racer speed.
We both screamed and at the same time dashed for safety – the car screeching to a halt literally an inch from flattening us.
Shocked, breathless and relieved, we went to remonstrate with the driver…and in the driving seat found, not a wild young man, but a repentant white-haired Swedish clergyman who must have apologised a dozen times for his inexplicable behaviour.
I didn’t ask his name, which maybe just as well. It’s probably Alberto or Roberto. Or even Damien…
Published in The Courier (www.thecourier.es) 27-11-2012
