Author: Lara

A couple of years ago my family and I booked a 400 year old house for the Christmas period. My mother loves to stay in old houses. Myself, I hate them. And this one had a certain negative feel to it. There was a room we all refused to stay in and even enter it felt so unnerving. During the stay we took many pictures for memories and we’re constantly capturing bright orbs in the main living area, usually around my older brother. On a normal Christmas eve I can never even think of sleeping, in this house I couldn’t…