Post by hildajoan on Nov 3, 2005 7:21:08 GMT
Many years ago now, my husbands parents were involved in a nasty car accident. It was decided that they should come and live with us for a while. Consequently we had to find a bigger house, this we did a lovely Victorian Semi, big roooms and an enormous kitchen it was really lovely, as soon as I walked into it it just cried out to be lived in once more.
The estate agent did tell us that it was the very house that a man had murdered his wife and daughter in, but as we didn't know the people and it had been some time before we went ahead and bought it.
We had been there for some time before we noticed little things were happening. The radio in the kitchen would be found to be on when we all knew that it had been turned off. Door would open by themselves and the dogs would stand and growl at certain times at corners of the dining and living rooms.
It wasn't until our youngest son Jonathan came down one Saturday morning and over his cereal asked me 'who the lady and little girl were that came and said goodnight to him.' that we realised we had not been imaging things. Not wanting to frighten him at all I asked 'did they come every night.'
His reply was yes, and when asked whether they just appeared or what he replied ' First I see some twinkling lights and then they appear. The lady comes towards me and says 'goodnight' then the little girls comes and says 'goodnight.'
When I asked him what he did then he replied ' Oh I say goodnight to them and then I turn over and go to sleep.'
We were both fascinated by this as it didn't seem to worry Jonathan at all. After that on many occasions they would be heard. My husband was a fireman at the time and would be called out at any time of the day or night. Once when my parents were staying my mother asked what the fire had been in the early hours as she had heard Roger running down stairs. She was clearly shocked when told that there had been no fire and it most certainly wasn't Roger running down the stairs.
One evening I had been up to the bathroom and then come down and gone into the kitchen to make some coffee. Roger came out of the living room and looking up the stairs said 'What are you standing up there for, I thought you were making coffee.' To which I replied from the kitchen 'That's just what I am doing.'
He looked from me and then to the top of the stairs and said 'Good lord, I could have sworn that you were standing up there. I've seen the ghost and she looks just like you.'
We spend many happy years in that house, and I was very sad when we eventually moved. I often wonder what the new owners thought to their visitors or if they even knew they were there.
The estate agent did tell us that it was the very house that a man had murdered his wife and daughter in, but as we didn't know the people and it had been some time before we went ahead and bought it.
We had been there for some time before we noticed little things were happening. The radio in the kitchen would be found to be on when we all knew that it had been turned off. Door would open by themselves and the dogs would stand and growl at certain times at corners of the dining and living rooms.
It wasn't until our youngest son Jonathan came down one Saturday morning and over his cereal asked me 'who the lady and little girl were that came and said goodnight to him.' that we realised we had not been imaging things. Not wanting to frighten him at all I asked 'did they come every night.'
His reply was yes, and when asked whether they just appeared or what he replied ' First I see some twinkling lights and then they appear. The lady comes towards me and says 'goodnight' then the little girls comes and says 'goodnight.'
When I asked him what he did then he replied ' Oh I say goodnight to them and then I turn over and go to sleep.'
We were both fascinated by this as it didn't seem to worry Jonathan at all. After that on many occasions they would be heard. My husband was a fireman at the time and would be called out at any time of the day or night. Once when my parents were staying my mother asked what the fire had been in the early hours as she had heard Roger running down stairs. She was clearly shocked when told that there had been no fire and it most certainly wasn't Roger running down the stairs.
One evening I had been up to the bathroom and then come down and gone into the kitchen to make some coffee. Roger came out of the living room and looking up the stairs said 'What are you standing up there for, I thought you were making coffee.' To which I replied from the kitchen 'That's just what I am doing.'
He looked from me and then to the top of the stairs and said 'Good lord, I could have sworn that you were standing up there. I've seen the ghost and she looks just like you.'
We spend many happy years in that house, and I was very sad when we eventually moved. I often wonder what the new owners thought to their visitors or if they even knew they were there.
Thanks for your reply Spooky, I myself have seen two ghosts, the first was when my eldest son was born. My great-aunt had died two months before and when they were going through her things they found a pink baby's brush and comb set, she obviously thought I was going to have a girl. When Simon was about a month old I woke up one night and there was my great-aunt bending over the cot, I can remember pinching myself just to make sure I wasn't dreaming, she then turned round and smiled at me and was gone.