My haunted Cotswolds house that proves hauntings are real. NADINE DORRIES thought she’d found her forever home. Then after family deaths and sinister encounters that terrified her children, she called a priest…

Do you believe that a house can be haunted or cursed? I didn’t – until one lives.

Last month, I read the tragic death of Beverley Allen, the first wife of former F1 boss Christian Horner and the mother of his young daughter, who passed away in 58 after a cancer war.

And I discovered that Beverley lived in our old family house. He brought many memories that rushed. For almost five years, my husband Paul and I lived unhappy with our three daughters. A crowd, if he does not torture a house with history.

In 1993, we accidentally stumbled in a village of Gloucestershire. In fact, when I came back, it was very fast and easy.

When I see one evening of a friend, the cotswold stone façade washed with honey washed to the sparkle of the lights placed under the two cherry trees.

I was fascinated. I shouted at Paul to stop the car, and I was able to scribble the phone number from the ‘knight for sale’ sign, which was attached to external railings, so I returned it from the high street to stand outside.

Paul was confused. Why was I interested in such a big house? I said to him: ‘Why not? After all our hard work, after developing our business, why shouldn’t we live in such a house? ‘

Both of us were the ‘other people’ from the working class stock, but living in big houses for Paul, which was the lifestyle I wanted.

That was why I work hard. I wanted something better than my own childhood for my children, growing in the poorest regions of Liverpool, and then in the sixties, as the city shanty neighborhoods were cleaned, the concrete grew in concrete council properties. Located on a beautiful street in Cotswolds, this Georgian jewel was far from where I grew up to get.

It’s right to say that Paul has never been completely sold at home. “ Liverpool like tart, ” he whispered to me the day we whispered. ‘No fur and pants.’ He was talking about the fact that the house was actually a very large terrace with a 2.5 -acre garden.

As Kirstie Allsopp said, there was a charm of the match. Dating back to the 18th century and explained in detail in various architectural guides II.

Long and narrow, a basement, two bedrooms on the first floor and the second three bedrooms were wider than an average house.

During the monitoring, while wandering in empty rooms and standing under a chandelier, the agent told us that it was a ‘trophy house’. It was as shallow as it seems, this sales were filed for hooks, lines and platinum.

Paul was a man who believed in the old proverb that a happy wife made a happy (and quieter) life, and therefore we moved weeks later despite his reluctance.

The first night, when the extraction minibuses were separated and three young girls were sleeping in their new rooms on the second floor, we opened a bottle of champagne and had dinner on fish and chips. I said because we squeeze the glasses and examine our environment: ‘How can life be so good? I never thought it was possible to be so happy. Can’t drive, is it? ‘

I have never forgotten that moment because as I noticed, everything has changed.

It is right to say that Paul is never completely sold at home. “This is a Liverpool tart,” he whispered the day we looked at me. Nadine Dorries says, “No fur coats and pants”

During months, we had to deal with the sad and challenging situations that came out of blue: mourning, illness – and the growing discomfort in our children’s new homes.

I also saw that it was impossible to make the house comfortable or simple. He felt cold and cavernous permanently with his long ceilings and windows.

The first coup was Paul’s mother, baby, a wider family’s kindergarten, and the best loss of mother -in -law for any spouse.

A few months after moving, when I realized that he could not find his speech, we were chatting in the garden. I made an appointment with the Village GP and a week later he was diagnosed with a brain tumor. He died soon. It ruined us.

Then only 42 -year -old Paul was diagnosed with a weakening health status. We were starting to feel like he was not under the control of our fate.

I wanted to learn more about the history of our new house, and an old neighbor who lived down two doors was happy to fill me – in fact he lived at home before, he came there in the 1940s as a young bride.

He reorganized us with his history – and what a story. The family built in the 1700s quickly found themselves in a dangerous financial position and had to take a bond of £ 4,000 (today equivalent to £ 670,000).

This family was explained to us with the early deaths of male heirs, and according to a local author, ‘wild and gambling too’.

Only 42 -year -old Paul was diagnosed with a weakening health status. We were starting to feel like he was not under the control of our own destiny. Nad Nadine writes

Our neighbor also confirmed that we thought it was a story of apocalypse before, that the original owners lost the house with an ancestor bet and that his family had in 1831.

In both cases, we discovered that he burned almost twice with the recent results near.

Our neighbor’s own life was far from being happy there, and told me that her husband had escaped from Brighton with a corset model. Our time at his old house continued in a similar way in an unhappy vein. In two years, we were far from the couple who happily raised their champagne glasses. Paul was chronically ill, and our family support network was dispersed due to illness and death. There was a new mountain to climb every day.

And our children were clearly unhappy.

One day, one of my daughters told me that he squeezed him twice when he was alone in the bedroom. He would never sleep there again.

We blamed her sisters while playing a trick, but so far they are violently denying her as adults. And they had their own stories to tell.

In the middle of the night, we’re worthy of the fire alarms that go out in the bedrooms, and how often we’re looking for the electrician is not important, never solved. We were just aware of the two previous two fire in the house.

One night, the alarm on the descent of the girls went and told us that everyone was looking for everyone to go down, but he couldn’t move because he felt like something or someone holds him to bed. Orum he said for the first time, dedi he said.

Our girls came to hate the bedrooms. They would slide to sleep every night to sleep in our bedroom or Au Pair’s room. Someone who lived at home told me that his son slept in one of the same bedrooms as my daughters and insisted on keeping the fire light every night. He told him that the rooms were perili. They moved soon.

I was so worried about hearing this that I looked for a priest who blessed the house. He told me he would advise everyone who moved to an old house to do the same thing.

When I told my neighbor about all this, he wasn’t the least surprised. Oh, well. Children are more sensitive to these things than adults, and they are not the first to be unhappy on that floor. The servants used to sleep there. There are tales to tell. You should listen to the kids. ‘

I never asked him: ‘What or what fairy tales?’ I think I was so scared to ask.

Eventually it was too much. Five years after putting the eyes for the first time, we looked for real estate agents. He made a phone call and sold the house until 13:00.

That day we moved to another house we bought on the terrace before. Nobody could understand why and we were aware of the rumors that we should be financially in the village.

Why will we leave the biggest and most beautiful property in the village – ‘Cup House’?

I hated speculation, but it was Paul’s decision. He didn’t care about the gossip, and I was the order of doing what was necessary to make my husband happy. He never settled there. He made more connections between the house and the problematic life we lived in, but then it was Yang. I was practical, it was sensitive.

I understand that the house has been empty since Beverley Allen’s death. As far as I know, he loved him and he can be very happy there and sincerely hopefully. Friends in the village tell me that he is the most beautiful woman and loved by everyone.

However, I spent that house for years.

Paul talked about the places we lived here and abroad just before he died six years ago, and I asked him if he regretted us for not giving him longer. It was open in the answer. “ No, there was something about that house, ” he said. ‘I didn’t feel anything but help.’

Logically, I know that a house is only brick and mortar. A roofed box in which we spent our days until the next person or family comes and resides. But now I have come to a full circle: I agree with him, at least for our family, at least I accept something for our family.

However, as a young nurse working on acute wards, I took the hand of many people during the moment of death, and I saw and heard the phenomena that were impossible to explain. It is undeniable that ‘foreign things’ can emerge and we can read what we do to them. Ask any undertaker.

At the funeral of Paul, a sunny calm day in June, the back doors of the church opened when he started playing stagnant music and hit the wall. Then I asked our funeral director what happened. “ I thought my men opened the doors too early, but they didn’t move. Nothing surprises me. I can’t even start explaining things at some funerals’ he said.

Practical and pragmatic, and therefore it wasn’t easy to write this piece. But now, after shrinking, the last ‘my home forever’ continues, and I’m determined to be sure that this is the right house for me.

There is one thing that is certain. Since all of the houses I look at is old, when I make my choice, the first person on the threshold will be the priest.