What if its not a hunting ground, but infact a mass religious cult practised killings there, perhaps the entities exist, thats why sometimes late at night, you walk to the fridge in the middle of the night wanting a bite or a drink and u feel that chill as u walk back to ur bedroom, u feel like someones watching you in the darkness of the living room..............
When my Socks died and we buried her I kept seeing her ghost. When I was little, I went Barnsley Gardens at night and took the tour of the house with my aunt and my brother. Outside we heard people giving out orders like military men. I also felt a presence there besides my aunt and my brother. The woman who owned Barnsely Gardens died there and the house is creepy. One time I felt really cold at one particular spot.
I think I might have had a few unusual happenings. One of them is:
When I was really little I used to just stare at the wall in our dining room and talk. My parents kept hearing me talk to someone but they didnt see anyone there. Finally the asked me who I was talking to and I replied that I was talking to an old woman with white hair. I tried to describe her more (I cant remember what I said now) and my parents were kinda confused. My great grandmother had passed away before I was born and to this day we joke about me talking to dead people.
Then Ive had the minor things like walking into my room @ nite time and all the lights are out. I go over to my closet and jump a bit cuz I fell a hand on my back but when I turn around nothing is there. It felt like an older persons hand so I started to worry about one of my grandparents. But they were fine. 🙂
my house definately had some supernatural entity in it or something. I always dreamed frequently of ghosts on the stairs there when i was little, however they could be dreams or memories. my mam says we had ghosts on our stairs but they were friendly to me and her but, since she was going through a rough time with my dad, they were very protective and ended up pushing him down the stairs.
My mam also had an experience walking into the kitchen. she felt a sharp stabbing pain in her chest and said she had a bad feeling to me. Later that day we found out her cousin died in a car crash, impaled through the chest by a piece of steel.
perhaps the spookiest one was in the new house some 10 years later, i had a carriage clock of my nanas on the fireplace. It may be freaky coincedence but, the clock stopped at the exact time of when my nana died, i mean exact to the second.