On the topic of my old house one incident has still puzzled me and it happened 20 years ago and I still think about it now, and try to understand and work out what happened that day.
Scientists say that "time" is not in a straight line, but "time" is in a loop. I don't understand all of this because I don't have a science background but lets say time is in a "loop" that would explain what happened to me that day outside my old house.
It was a sunny day, and I was looking out of the front window of my house. The house was located in a village with one road in and one road out, with a pub almost opposite my house with countryside all around the pub to the right and to the left.
I noticed a man on a horse wearing 3 musketeers type dusty clothes stopping outside the pub. Immediately I thought there may have been a Battle Re-enactment going on in the next village, where people dress up and put shows on, and demonstrate equipment, food with stalls selling that type of stuff.
I am a horse lover, had one when I lived with my parents, I ran out the house, across the road and said "hello" to the young, long haired man as he dismounted. He started talking to me in Old English. I thought this rather strange and that he was taking his "hobby" of Battle Re-enactment stuff a bit seriously, and was a bit puzzled, but carried on stroking his horse which needed grooming badly. It was filthy, its main and tail were tatty and the bridle and saddle were a strange type, and the bit in its mouth attached to the bridle looked a different shape to what I'd ever seen before.
On his strange looking saddle he had things hanging off, tied with leather bits.
He said something to the effect "Whereast doest thou come from pretty maid"? When he said this I thought he was taking the p*** but quickly realised that he was serious, so I thought I would go along with this charade.
I replied "Over there" and pointed to my house.
He appeared to be peering as if he was looking at fields, and clearly could not see the house.
He then tied the horse up (on a metal ring on the pub wall) and walked into the pub. The stone built pub in the village was very old.
I went back to the house puzzled, but very disturbed. Something didn't feel right about the whole incident.
A few minutes later something urged me to go out again. The horse and man was not there. I went into the pub and asked where he was. They told me nobody had been in. I then jumped into my car, raced up the long road (nobody there). I then turned the car around and raced down the road in the other direction (nobody there).
I spoke to the landlord and he said they had a pic of the old pub before it was extended, and there was a ring on the wall. So when I was talking to the man I was seeing the pub as it was in the olden times.
I know that the man and the horse really existed because I spoke to him and stroked his horse. However, did I experience some overlap loop in time, who knows.
This has only happened to me once and I still think about it to this day.
Another point I want to make is the pub had lots of trouble with clocks stopping, jewellery going missing, illness, someone committed suicide, money troubles, and was always changing landlords all the time. So perhaps it was on the ley line too who knows.
Also the vicarage down the road from my old house, had invisible things lifting the carpet up and had to have the place exorcised, not sure if it cured the problem.
