Interesting this dream about the secret / disused rooms seems to happen to a few of us! I wonder if there is some psychological relevance? Like it represents negative emotional stuff thats a bit buried? Sometimes in the dream I can deal with the stuff in the hidden rooms and other times not.
I also don’t like being in houses by myself, the experiences in that Devonshire house and others shaped that. I am better than I was and feel more safe when the house is empty.
If anyone is interested, as it is still on topic as ‘weirdness’ of places, part 2 of the weirdness I experienced in East Devon continued with the next place my now DH and I moved to. It was closer to Exeter city where we worked. Nice vibe and populated with houses, a few shops etc and much better than the rural place but we still had a lot of night disturbances and we prayed daily to keep things at bay. I battled one particularly nasty ‘visitor’ that I won’t describe, as don’t want to scare pp or give it the satisfaction(!!) but it got me literally up out of bed in a full sweat and heart racing a few times a month. It was always the middle of the night and my DH never saw it, only me. I started to wonder if it was just a recurring nightmare and that I was just waking from and seeing it half asleep. Until one time when I woke up, saw it and leapt out of bed frightened but instead of running into the hall and down the stairs like I usually did, I made myself stop in the doorway and look back. It blew my mind (still does) that it was STILL there, in the room exactly where it had been when I woke and bolted. I was fully awake, heart pounding and seeing it with my waking eyes, only the viewing angle had changed to an upright side-on one. I could not dismiss it as a nightmare after that and unfortunately the bl’dy thing followed me to the next two properties in another county, hours away. In the second property we moved to after Devon, I again did the turning back in the doorway another time to look back and again saw it in full view, I was fully awake. After a few minutes to calm down in the hallway or downstairs I would come back to bed (DH usually still fast asleep 😂) it would be visibly gone, but I would wake DH up and we would pray against it in Jesus name. The oppressive dark always lifted and the warmth and comfort of the Holy Spirit came in and I was able to peacefully go back to sleep.
I have only told a couple of people IRL, only my DH, parents and one friend. It is actually quite therapeutic writing it all down.
I don’t know if this is of interest to anyone, but I did get to the bottom of what it was eventually and broke the power of the curse that fuelled its attack. It was a targeted attack and I needed revelation to expose it and cut it off at the root. There is power in the name of Jesus and thankfully his power won the day. It has been over 10 years now and it has not been back. If it did, I have the spiritual tools and maturity now to kick it royally back to the abyss. Also some peri rage I think I could put to good use! 😂
Sorry if this is a bit off topic! It does feel good to write it all down. I will add that thankfully the good far FAR outweighs the bad! 😁