When I was 3 years old me and my mum lived with my grandparents, my mum had me young and we were saving money to get our own house.
One night my grandparents went out with friends and me and my mum stayed in together. I was down at the other end of the living room where you could see down the hallway. I was building my own den when I felt a cold breeze. I asked my mum if any windows were open and she said no. I looked up to see a man stood in the hallway, he had hair round the sides of his head and no teeth when he smiled and said his name was Peter. I told my mum straight away but when she walked over no one was there.
After she walked off the ghost came back.
I saw him many times after that and learned that he had a wife named Edna.
One day we were at my great granddad’s and we told him the story. It came as a bit of a shock when he told us that he had a cousin named Peter who lived in our house 30 years ago. One day my mum asked me where Peter was and I told he that he had said him and his wife were moving to Bulgaria, and I never heard from them again.