I have never been to Borley Rectory. But I have an interesting experience,
and for years have wanted to confirm this story.
I have never been to Borley Rectory. But I have an interesting experience,
and for years have wanted to confirm this story.
Several years ago I took an afternoon nap and dreamt I was on the lawn in the
latter part of the day of an older two story house. I was aware I had an
appointment with someone inside the house. The sun was slanting across the
lawn, in front was a semicircular dirt road leading out to another dirt road
that took you away from the house. The front door to the house was open a
few inches, and I opened the door and called to the inhabitants of the house,
but no one answered. I then noticed that the front room had an open doorway
which led to another room to the right of me as you stand with your back to
the front door. Like a family room or sitting room, or parlor. I saw an
older woman dressed all in white just going through that doorway into that
room. I went after her to find out who wanted to see me at the house there.
She was just then passing through another doorway, and I followed her through
that, this led into a small open bit of yard, which was about 10 feet or less
by the same. The house jutted out around it in the back and there was a
couple of large jugs or clay pots. The floor I think was cement out there, or
brick. I knew immediately I should not be in this part of the house and went
back to the first room you enter from the front, and noticed a staircase on
the far right side of it. I went up the stair case and when almost at the
top of the stairs felt as if the house was 'watching' me. I became very
uncomfortable and immediately left. All the while the house seemed empty,
and was growing dim without lights. It was getting too dark inside, and I
ran out of the house. Once outside I turned and looked as I hurried away, at
the house. I felt as if the house was watching me. I then woke up.
A few months later I saw a picture for the first time of Borley Rectory, in a
book called Strange Stories, Amazing Facts. I recognized the house . . .
When I was about 12 I read the Haunting of Hill House, which is based on the occurrences of Borley Rectory. My
father informed me then that it was based on a real house in England.
Shortly after I read the book I one night heard the 'breathing' next to my
bed, with my back turned to it. I thought it was a prowler who used to come
to my bedroom window at night and try to peer in, and so I resolved myself to
open the shade to prove he was there, as my parents were telling me it was my
imagination, but when I sat up and turned around (this wasn't easy) the
'breathing' breathed on my face and I fainted. I then heard it nightly for 3
years. I associated it with Borley Rectory because it occurred fairly soon
after I read Jackson's book. It was years before I had a dream and did not
associate it with Borley until I saw the photo of the house some time later.
The woman in white in the house in my dream was short and matronly, a little
overweight, and too old to have been the nun.
If the
dream really was of Borley I have no idea why I would be one Borley would
'invite' me over, except my deep interest in Jackson's book. Or the fact
that my father's mother was going to be a nun and instead left the convent
before completing her vows to marry my grandfather, however that was her and
not me.
I have the book The Most Haunted House in England, but the pictures don't
show me enough to see the front rooms. The room I suspect may be the parlor
in my dream is listed in the book as the dining room. I entered the house
first into the library, but where the bookshelves were on the right was an
open archway, I think doublewide. I am wondering if there ever used to be a
doorway there that was eventually enclosed.
