Have been fascinated with the paranormal since i was old enough to read books on it it, and i will start with two of my stories.

1. It was rubbish collection week and i was 15, going for a walk with my friend in a quiet cul de sac near our house. there was a lot of green waste and sitting atop was a copper tin statue of a windmill with a farmhouse, about 30 com high all up. We picked it up thinking it was a bit cool then to our delight realised that you could crank the windmill blades around and it played this creepy kind of tinny tune. I took it home and put it upstairs.

Our upstairs section was a separate flat to the rest of the house where my older sisters in uni stayed and sometimes i would sleep up there on weekends. Anyway there was a small bedroom then a main room which also had two beds in it. I was asleep there one night when i woke suddenly to hear the front door opening, then close, then footsteps go past, into the smaller bedroom. i peeked out of the covers and despite HEARING the footsteps on the creaky floorboards there was NOTHING there. Then five minutes later it came past again then i heard the door open then close . both my sisters were asleep.

Next morning i told them about what had happened and one of my sisters said the night before she woke up to the windmill spinning around really fast and the music playing really quickly. she was up there alone, my other sis was out. there were no windows open, but even if they were you seriously had to crank the blades quite heavily to make them turn and play the tune.

so that afternoon we put the windmill out the front of our house on the verge and it was gone by the evening, i still wonder if whoever took it had some strange encounters with it too!!