The Roman Soldier 1968 to modern
Mirrors 1972 & 1997
Phantom Hitchhikers & Phantom Lights 1994/5
The Roman Soldier 1968 to modern day
This story is really my mother's but as I saw him too, it is also partly mine ... this is my mother's story:
It was another cold morning, about 2.00am. As I walked down the hall of my house the light of the moon struck the frost outside and threw back a glow as bright as daylight. The things that I particularly remember are the amount of light in the hall, the left cheek-guard on his face and the studs on the bottom of his leather tunic.
The other thing I remember was how calm, and at peace, I felt. I wasn't frightened at all, not even startled, there was only a feeling of something light, like a shawl or light weight across my shoulders, a common feeling I get when things are not ordinary.
In the hall, in front of the bathroom door and next to the kitchen one, stood a Roman Legionaire. He was dressed for battle, with a short sword on his right hip, but no shield. On his head was a helmet with the upright spines running down the middle, from front to back. His face was in shadow but I got the impression that he was an older man with hawkish features, lined cheeks and a large, slightly hooked nose. He was a great big, gentle, sort of nice, character and - he was as solid as me. We didn't speak out loud. Being rather deaf, sound is always blurred for me, but his speech was the clearest I have ever heard.
Here's what was said:
Me: Are you there?
Me: Are you friendly?
Me: Who are you?
He: I am your homogenius. (a rough translation of this is spirit of the house)
Me: Only of the house, or me?
He: Of the house, and of you.
Me: What about the children? (I had two very young one's then)
He: Only you.
Me: You have to extend to the children. He gave a half smile and nodded once. The moonlight moved across his helmet as he did.
Me: Do all homes have one?
He: Yes, generally they aren't seen. (He said something about 'lari' but I don't remember what, or know what the word could mean) I thanked him for being there and for the protection and for meeting him. He acknowledged me ... and vanished. (He didn't fade, he just wasn't there) I never saw him again, but felt him about quite a lot.
My daughter continues the story...
It would have been a few years later. I was up during the night, or early morning, and walked from my bedroom into the hall. I turned towards the bathroom and saw ... a Roman soldier. He was tall and straight and carried a shield with the insigna of an eagle with outstretched wings. (Now you have to realize I was about 6 or 8 when I saw him, and knew nothing about soldiers or Rome or insignia on shields. It just looked like a big bird with his wings outstretched, stomach first.) I remember not being frightened, he seemed kind and gentle, and watchful, as if he was keeping an eye on me. This wasn't my first ghost, my grandmother was but that's another story, so I just said "hello" and walked around (or through) him and went to the toilet. He wasn't there when I returned.
Jump forward 14 years. My mother and I were comparing stories about ghosts after helping to clear a haunted apartment I was living in at the time, (another story told here). I told her about the Roman soldier, and she told me her experiences. This was the very first time we had discussed anything like this, and were both surprised at the things we both saw that were the same. So, not all ghosts are bad, or mischievious, but this one was not really a ghost. Has anyone else had an experience like this? We'd love to know.
Funny, you know, I've always been cautious of mirrors. Particularly full length ones. This is why.
The house we lived in in Carlingford, NSW, wasn't blessed. (Where the Roman Soldier was). My bedroom, and my brothers, opened out onto a hall and across from there through a double door into the loungeroom. To the left was my mother's room and to right was the bathroom.
Nothing happened until my parents had the bathroom remodelled and put a full-length mirror on the wall of the shower, outside, which you could see as you walked down the hall.
One night I got up to 'visit the bathroom' as I walked down the hall towards the mirror .. well I expected to see myself in pyjamas. Instead there was a tall lady in a flowing nightgown, white fabric, white face.
She was looking down, but when she looked up .... I don't remember her expression but I know I screamed the house down. I remember her eyes ...
After that there were no more midnight visits to the loo for a very long time.
When we moved here to Invergowrie, NSW, I fell in love with a big, wide rectangular mirror, and bought it to hang in the loungeroom. I didn't remember this story until I started to feel spooked when I walked past it at night. Nothing happened, but I credit mum with that, she told me afterwards she deliberately closed/sealed it each evening, until we had the house blessed, and the mirror.
Did you know that mirrors are doorways?
- An experience I would not recommend to anyone
When we were children and young, around 12 or 13, (now whose we, me, Ama, R and G, my two best friends) (both Catholic, by the way) we decided to make an ouija board on a square sidetable that I had in my bedroom. It was short, dark brown, and covered with lacquer. It had a shelf. We tore up pieces of paper with letters, numbers and Yes and No on them and put them in a circle around the top of the table. What we forgot was GOODBYE.
We used a glass with one of my rings as a pointer. Well, all very exciting for over-excited teenagers but ... For a while nothing happened. The glass just sat there, or tilted slightly as one or two of us pushed too hard on it, 6 index fingers, 3 girls.
You know the formula. We started asking questions, "Is anybody out there? What are the initials of the person I'm going to marry. If you're out there spell your name? Usual stuff ...
After about 10 frustrating minutes (remember we were kids) we decided to quit. R went to open thedoor, G was just standing up and I still had one finger on the glass WHEN IT MOVED TO NO!!! This scared me very badly, and I pulled away from the glass. The others were watching my face. Later they told me my look of terror was what made them come back to the table.
We each put a finger on the glass, and it moved, easily. What the questions and answers were I cannot remember. I only remember the feeling of oppression that began to come over me. Now, I hate being pushed, and as a kid I used to push back harder, so that's what I did. While the other girls enjoyed their game of "Who will I marry?" etc I was fighting this thing that was trying to overwhelm me. Eventually the girls stopped and pulled their fingers from the glass. I don't remember removing mine. What I do remember is the entity who's face appeared before me and said "I know you". I 'knew' it too, and that frightened the hell out of me. I had never seen a demon before.
The next thing I remember is my mother's voice commanding the entity to leave in the name of God. She had her family bible in her hand. I was crying and shaking and hated my bedroom after that. For nights afterwards I wouldn't go to bed without a fight. My mother gave me her bible. I still have it. It belonged to her mother, my Grandmother, and is dated 1913. I've used that bible myself since then .... AND I was never young again after that (but that's another story)
This happened a few years later. I had a reputation at school, for being different. I've never found it easy to pretend to be something I'm not. (I can't act, etc) The second experience is shorter and more direct.
I was in High School, Year Nine, about 16 years old. I arranged to meet 2 girls in the English classroom at lunch time to show them how to use their (John Sands) Ouija Board.
Now, I really didn't want to do this, but I didn't have many friends then, and I did want to have their friendship. The classroom was upstairs a brand new building so I figured there wouldn't be many problems.' The girls were set-up and waiting for me when I got to the classroom. I could see them through the glass panel in the door.
When I opened the door the triangular disk (called a planchette) picked itself up and hovered for a moment about 12" above the board, then it threw itself away from me across the room. I hadn't even entered the room. I simply closed the door and walked quickly away.
Here's a quick story for you. Each night on the way home from Woomera, South Australia, about 75 km trip, (writer's group met there) I would be followed by a guy on a motor bike. Now I only went down there every 3rd to 4th week so I found it a little strange. One night (about 11.00pm) I stopped the car and got out. Behind me on the road, about 50 feet away was a light. The light was bright, but not so bright that I couldn't see that there wasn't anything holding it in the air. I got back in my car real fast, and drove home at 120kms an hour +. I did not look in the rear view mirror once.
A couple of meetings later the light was back. This time it rode in front of the car for about 30 kms, then at the side, and then back behind. Lucky for me the group stopped meeting about then, because I planned never to ride on the road again after dark without my husband (or a bible).
Now this is a true story, and I've heard the same sort of story from other people who travelled the road to Roxby before I left that town.