I never used to believe in ghosts. To me they were just
cartoon creatures to scare little children with white
sheets for bodies and big black holes for mouths and eyes.
But now I do believe in ghosts. Why? Because I saw one.
I was eight years old and it was the Autumn Term at school.
I had spent a hectic day at school and I was so tired after
Netball Club that I went to bed early. My Mum tucked me in
as usual and I fell into a deep peaceful sleep.
When everyone had gone to bed and the house was silent and
all the lights were off I woke up suddenly, covered in
sweat. I had a distinct feeling that someone was watching
me. Instantly I sat bolt upright and stared straight ahead
of me. I could not believe what I was seeing at first.
There was a woman standing at the edge of my bed. I thought
it was my Mum but it couldn’t be as she was a light green
colour. Like my Mum she had dark hair but she was wearing
an old fashioned Edwardian outfit. She had big, sad brown
eyes like a dog. Who are you? I tried to speak but no words
came from my mouth. I began to panic this lady didn’t look
solid or real. I screamed and very slowly she faded away
with her sad brown eyes still watching me. I then flipped
completely and burst into tears. I hurled myself out of bed
I was shaking and screaming as I ran into my Mum’s room.
My Mum woke up straight away and asked me what had happened
but I couldn’t tell her. I just climbed into bed beside her
and cuddled her to me with my eyes clamped tightly shut. I
wanted to forget what had just happened but I knew it was
impossible.
The next morning with the sun shining I felt braver and
able to tell my Mum what had happened. She didn’t believe
me but I knew it was true.
Then a few weeks later my Mum woke up during the night and,
at the foot of her bed, she saw the lady too. The next
morning she told me about it. She remembered the lady
differently to the way that I’d described her. My Mum said
she had light brown hair pinned up in a bun and was wearing
a high necked white blouse and a dark coloured skirt. My
Mum could not remember her facial features but her
impression of the lady was that she was kind. My Mum did
not panic like me after seeing her but she closed her eyes
and then opened them again to see if she had gone. As the
lady was still there my Mum thought her imagination was
playing tricks on her so she turned on her bedside light.
The lady then disappeared.
I know there are people who will not believe me that I have
seen a ghost and I would have laughed in the past too but I
know what I saw that night and I believe my Mum saw her too.
I still see weird little things, flashes of light and
sometimes I even hear footsteps but I know that she is kind
and is looking out for me. Perhaps I remind her of her
own child. If I ever do see that lady again I will not
scream and cry but thank her and call her something that I
have never called anyone in my life before “My Protector”.
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