This flat had a presence. That surprised me because it is relatively modern - built in 1993 - but this boy was from the Victorian era.
I tried to ignore it/deny it - I can hear Peebles tutting at me!
- but pretty soon it got so strong even my husband could feel it in one corner of the room. It was one of the back bedrooms.
Shouldn't have been that surprised, like most places in Edinburgh, the land has been continually occupied for about a thousands years and an old tenement stood where this one does now. In fact, its sister is just across, with a cornerstone of 1826.
This was the spirit of a 5-year-old boy, very poor, who died of a respiratory complaint and was trapped. He was very easy to move on.
It was his mother who came looking for him later on that was more stubborn.
No problems since, however.
Actually, MsPotts, I encountered more 'strange things' in Denver than here - it seems to me that it was easier for stuff to get 'stuck' there than here and even to be more malicious in nature, despite it being so recent.
In particular, there are three addresses I could rattle off that you couldn't pay me
ANY amount of money to live in.
One of them, I knew something was very wrong with, but the guy just laughed it off. This was a colleague's boyfriend. A more happy-go-lucky bloke you couldn't find. They'd been together for 4 years. But within 4 months of moving into this place, he was sunk into a horrendous depression. The flat had been a murder scene, and this he knew when he took it over. The landlord hadn't even bothered to remove the mattress the young woman died on or the bouquets of flowers her friends had left - they were all dried out when we got there to move him in.
He attempted suicide. Fortunately, he was found and made a full recovery and wisely moved out and married my colleague - they now have two sons
. But all he would ever say about that place is, 'They shouldn't rent that apartment out.'