08/05/2026
Had a really great night out the Uncanny Fear of the Dark live show on Wednesday, where I was asked to share my possible paranormal experience.
I shall elaborate!
At the age of five, to around seven, an Old lady who "looked like Bob Dylan" would appear on a chair in my room when I went to bed, and sat there until I fell asleep.
The whole thing began when I started hearing noises from the attic; bumps and bangs, not mice, bats or birds, but proper heavy thuds, like things falling. They were never overtly loud, but they sounded too heavy to be an animal, unless that animal was an elephant, which it wasn't.
I'd hear whooshing sounds and sometimes what sounded like wailing, as well as footsteps running down the attic stairs. I'd told my parents and they said it was probably the traffic. I never understood why the traffic would make such a noise, but mum and dad said that's what it was, so I thought, "okay" and didn't question.
I'd lay in bed, obsessed with the idea of people being trapped in a fire, surrounded by rubble and unable to escape. I could see it really clearly, but it wasn't like an hallucination or a vision, just a strong feeling and fear of it happening. I'd close my eyes tight and hoped it would go away, but every night, the thought would be back.
To the right of where I lay was a chair. That's where the Bob Dylan Lady would sit.
My parents are huge Dylan fans and this was the only way I could describe her.
Dylan did this thing called The Rolling Thunder Review with Martin Scorsese. He wore white face paint, a hat with flowers in and a long Silky scarf. My parents must have had the album as we didn't have a TV, and I guess I'd seen the cover and felt that was the best way to describe her.
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