My name is Danny Backhauser and I live with my family in Andalucia, Spain. I moved here just over 3 years ago from the UK so that I could spend more time with my wife and my children. I have never regretted the move as it has enabled me to do exactly what I came her for and also enable me to write my first novel (All In The Mind-The Voice of Innocence).
Very interested to hear about your story. You ought to go on the organised tour of all the haunted places in Granada City, which includes the hospital where a young girl who was killed on her moto appears in two places at the same time, calling for her mother! I hope the book goes well, and I expect you’ll be busy promoting it meanwhile.
How strange that you should have mentioned Alhaurin. We stayed there once, and there was something about the town that I really didn’t like. It had a certain atmosphere which I found oppressive and unpleasant. I didn’t know that fugitive Nazis went there, too. Curiously, there’s a small house a few hundred metres from here which was recently built on land belonging to a German whom we nicknamed ‘The Nazi’. He spoke no English, nor Spanish, and it wasn’t until a language teacher, on holiday in the village, chatted to him and discovered that he had actually met Hitler, who had visited the family home, and became a member of the Hitler Youth. He went to Brazil after he’d sold the land and although the present occupants seem happy enough, I personally find the place profoundly depressing, and dislike even walking past.
I’m sure there must be a scientific explanation for ghostly manifestations and ‘bad vibes’ and would love to know what it is. What freaked me out more than anything in the spooky villa we rented was the fact that the dogs were deeply disturbed by something.
I enjoy a good ghost story, so I hope to be able to read yours. I could review it on my book review blog www.costatropicalbooks.wordpress.com. One of my favourite creepy tales is ‘The Withered Arm’, by Thomas Hardy.
My three children's books which have been published this year are also on Amazon. They are The Lonely Digger, The Wise Old Boar and The Adventure Of Princess The Pony.
I just read your comment from this afternoon re. Villa......wow....that made me go cold. Sorry I can’t throw any light on that. I didn’t have to do any really heavy research on my book, so I am not an expert on the afterlife to that extent. My story is basically about a young boy, Nick, who lost his brother several years previously in a motorcycle accident and claims to be still communicating with him. His parents are at the end of their tether and are really worried as they fear for the son’s sanity. But on a weekend trip to the country and after a series of strange events, Nick’s parents start to see everything in a different light.....oops I slipped into Synopsis mode!
I am fascinated by what you were saying about “the feel” of the area. Myself and my family have just moved to the coast after living in a town called Alhaurin and that had exactly the same feel and amazingly that too had similar stories about Nazis fleeing retribution. I still have a house there and when I return once a month to collect the rental income I am still overwhelmed by the depressing feel of the place. I am so glad to be away from there!
I will have a look at your blog
If you are into ghost stories this may interest you.
I'm trying to find an answer to a mystery which has puzzled me for a number of years. When my husband and I moved from Cornwall to Spain in 2002, we rented a villa while our own house was being built. Please read attachment, which was written as an article for the Sunday Times in response to their request for expat experiences. An extract from it was duly published.
Some time later, I was asked by someone who'd read the published piece if I'd ever seen any physical manifestations while we were living in the villa. I replied that although I hadn't seen anything or anyone, I had formed in my mind an impression of a man. He was bearded, wore spectacles and was neatly dressed in - unusual for a Spaniard from the area - a light coloured tweed jacket and a shirt and tie. I sensed that this person had a deep loathing of dogs and that our presence in the house was resented. My husband said, on hearing this, that he'd seen the landlady not long ago in the company of a man -evidently her new boyfriend - who fitted this description entirely. From this, I conclude that she's attracted to this type of man and that the person whom I'd pictured in my imagination was her dead husband.
The other day, I was chatting to a woman who asked me to drop in on her should I be passing. When I asked her where she lived, and she told me that her house is on the same urbanization as the rented villa which we were forced to abandon, I explained that I was reluctant to return to the area in question and gave her a brief account of what had happened to us. She then told me that she, too, has experienced strange happenings - in this instance, the kitchen- where objects have been moved, lights unaccountably dimmed and a strongly felt presence of whom she believes is the son of her friend, a young man who committed suicide from an overdose of drugs.
I'm wondering if it's possible that some kind of unusual radiation, emanating from the geological fault lines with which the zone in question is riven, could be a reason for these curious events. The whole area has an unpleasant 'feel' about it, and there is a sense of it having a dark history. Indeed, it is known that a number of Nazis, fleeing retribution after the German surrender in WW2, settled there.
I'd be most grateful if you could throw any light on the matter.
I posted the article, Ghosts of Granada, on one of my blogs. Here is the link -