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May 2008 - Page 22
Nazareth House Entity
by John
When I was young, about the age of approximately 14, my brother, my sister and I lived in a Catholic residential care home called Nazareth House, in a town called Crosby in Liverpool, England. I am the youngest, my sister is the oldest. I have never related this story to anyone because a couple of things happened to me in the home that I consider paranormal, and I remain frightened, although I am 41 now.
The house was split into two sections, female and male children, with our guardian at the center of the house. The older you were in the home, the further your bedroom was from the center of the house. My brother being older than I was in the furthermost room in the house. This room was massive in size: high ceilings and an old sash window on one wall. Now forgive me if I go into detail about the room, but it's related to the story. This room had four walls and was oblong, approximately 40 feet by 30 feet. The door was in the corner, and if you were in the doorway of the room, to your left was a sink next to a grand boarded up fireplace (the only internal wall). The wall immediately in front was a long wall with an old set of stairs (seven steps in all) that had a half door half way up the wall (fire escape) to the outside flat roof. Facing the rooms door was and external wall without windows and the only source of natural light in the room was on the wall facing the fire escape. Four boys had their beds, lockers, dresses and bedside cabinets in the room in each corner apart from one which was next to the stairs of the fire escape. (Sorry about the detail but all will become clear).
My brother was at college for catering and sometimes had half days. On one of these days, he came home. On coming into the room, he said, he felt a very cold blast of air, and although it was raining outside, the rush of air seemed out of place. As he pushed the door open, he said he heard many voices speaking Latin all at once. But the worst of what happened when he got into the center of the room. The voices stopped and he was bear hugged by a set of freezing ice cold arms. He said it was like being held by a very strong older man. He also said that he could smell what he describes as mould and dust with rotting food (meat).
He was absolutely freaked out and only wanted to leave, but couldn't. It was like he was glued to the floor. He was screaming, but nothing but air came out. He said he could see his breath. Then the strangest thing happened. He said it was like several people tapping with their full five fingers went from the door right around the room back to the door. It happened at a speed that was physically impossible for humans to do. It was like they were running at top speed and as if the furniture and other obstacles weren't in the way. And as soon as the fingers had stopped, he was released. He could hear nothing but the rain falling on the window.
Terrified, he felt as if he had been drained of all energy and was so distressed he cried in the fetal position for what seemed to be a long time. He told no one but the nun who looked after him. He said she looked at him as if she knew why and believed him. She came to me and my sister and took us all to be blessed and prayed over (which I didn't understand at the time), but having just recently been told the story, I now realize why. We had more or less the same thing happen with the same details at different times, but never told each other until recently. I'm now trying to track down the other residence to see if they had things happen. Will keep you posted...
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