15 years ago I met my, now ex, husband. We were only
teenagers and every Sunday morning I would catch an early
bus to go see him. One particular Sunday, his parents had
gone out and we were watching TV in his room. I became
aware of someone standing in the doorway and turned to
look. I caught a glimpse of grey hair and the coats on the
door were swinging on their hooks, as the person knocked
them. Thinking we had an intruder, my boyfriend jumped up
and ran out to confront them. There was no one in the
house.
We went outside to hang his work clothes on the washing
line and both of us distinctly heard the microwave bell
sound. We investigated and the microwave was in fact
unplugged! To our alarm we heard loud stomping footsteps
thudding in the bedroom above. Again we ran to investigate
to find empty rooms. As we looked at each other in
puzzlement, we heard a loud clattering coming from the
kitchen, like someone rummaging through the cutlery drawer.
Yet again, no one was around.
His mother said she always heard someone in the house
during the day and had grown used to it. Then smells began
to drift around the house; usually of onions, but one day
it was like Christmas Pudding!
I often came downstairs while the house was empty, to
find the cat arched up in the lounge, hissing at an unseen
entity. Then one day I finally saw him. My boyfriend's
mother always assumed it was the ghost of her young son she
had lost over 10 years before. I always felt it was an
older person and one night I was proved right. I had only
just gone to bed after my husbands family had a row that I
didn't wish to be involved in, when I saw smoke by the
curtains. I thought a cigarette had been left in the ash
tray, but then I noticed that the smoke was motionless.
Then I realised the 'smoke' had a face! It was an old man,
with sharp, narrow features. I didn't recognise him and he
drifted slowly passed me, bringing a sense of calm, but
sorrowful feel about him. I saw a picture of my boyfriend's
grandfather and instantly recognised him as the apparition
I'd seen.
Years later we discovered that his grandfather had
indecently assaulted my boyfriends sisters when they were 8
or 9 years old; maybe this is the reason that his spirit is
still grounded?
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