My name is Dan and I live in Birmingham in the United Kingdom. I am like most sceptics,won't believe it until I see it with my own eyes.
I like to watch paranormal investigations, shows etc. I must admit though that I have never seen a ghost or anything paranormal myself.
The person in question happens to be my dad, who is called Maurice.
My dad has always' been a sceptic. You say I believe in Aliens, and he'll say introduce me to an alien and then i'll believe they exist.
Anyway to start my story off, my dad used to work for the M.E.B. The company, if you don't know, is the Midlands Electricity Board. My dad was a meter reader/money collector. His job was to go to houses and note down the meter usage and collect the money from the coin slot.
He told me that he had to go to some strange places on his rounds, but there was one house that stood out from all the rest.
The house in question was a big house, and it was at the end of a long lane. The house was owned by an old lady called Mrs Johnson. She was in her 80's when my dad met her, so now she has probably passed on.
You see Mrs Johnson lived alone as her husband had died years before. The house was falling apart and hadn't been cleaned for year's by the look of it. My dad suggested that it could do with a spruce up, but Mrs Johnson said it was to be left the way her husband remembered it.
Anyway to cut a long story short, my dad went upstairs to read and empty the coin meter. He came back downstairs and left and then went home after his shift had finished. Only when he put his new and clean coat away, he noticed that all down the back of the left arm was white paint. He found this eerie as the house had not seen a fresh coat of paint in about 30 years.
He told me this story and it freaked me out, but he said at least she was happy and her husband was keeping an eye on her.