As a young child, I had a very active imagination. As an adult, I am very skeptical about ghosts

and the paranormal. But as a seven-year-old child in the early 90s, I remember seeing and

witnessing stuff which a rational mind would conclude to be impossible. Regardless, I remember

such events. In some instances, I was with other individuals who too shared my experiences

of these paranormal sightings, who also have profound memories of them to this day.

In the 90s, my family owned a small village pub called the Crown Inn. The establishment

is situated in the English countryside. Like many public houses in England, the Crown

Inn was very old and at the center of many tragic stories, including murder. I would

spend many hours exploring the Victorian building whilst my brother played with his friends

in the village, and when my parents worked. I would often spend a lot of time by myself

in the upstairs flat, and during these times, I recall witnessing objects flying across

the room, furniture hovering feet off the ground, and other such occurrences. I would

convince myself that these were just simply hallucinations or my excitable imagination. However,

the family dog would also react to these unexplained events. On one occasion, Jake, my

black labrador, bolted out of a bedroom with his tail between his legs when a table lifted

off the ground. He ran to the bottom of the stairs and urinated all over the carpet.

During this time, I was sure that we were not alone in the pub. I will detail one particular

night that sits vividly in my mind, which I catch myself pondering about to this day.

It was late at night, the pub was closed down, and everybody in the building was in bed,

a sleep. At this time, I shared a bedroom with my brother and also shared a double bed.

I remember waking up in the dark and silent room, only a slight bit of light spilled through

the window from the street, very faintly illuminating items around me. I first focused

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