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Do you believe in ghosts?

What was that?

The reason why I ask this question is because  there have been many an incident or time in my life where I have believed in their existence.  I always have the feeling that I am being watched by ‘something.’

As I write this, I have that feeling because I’m sure this place is haunted too,  but I don’t like to put it in words verbally just in case the ‘ghost’ realises that I know it’s here and wants to contact me. I know that sounds a bit barmy but I always think that if ‘it’ knows that ‘you’ know then it will start to talk to ‘you’ or worse. (I know what I mean!). The only time I will discuss it is when I’m at work or out with my partner, who insists he’s seen ‘it’ and has even been in the bathroom when the bolt on the door has closed by itself with him watching it move.

My first experience came when I was a child and living at home with my very large family, (I am one of 15 children but that’s another story), I overheard an older sister talking to my mother in the kitchen. It was said in hushed tones so as not to ‘frighten’ me who had shared the same bedroom as her. She’d been telling her about a visit that she’d had the previous night from a ‘ghost.’ Apparently he, the ghost, had sat on her bed and began to tell her a story of  his fate one winter’s night. He’d been riding his motor bike home to see his fiance when the brakes had failed and he hit a wall which killed him. Hearing my sister retell his story had sent shivers down my spine because I could remember that a few weeks before then ‘something or someone’ had blown my hair off my face and whispered something to me. It wasn’t any of my family as they were asleep and I had felt really cold and scared. I had asked my sister the next morning if it was her and her shocked face told me she hadn’t.

Another time and a different flat, I was really spooked by what I can only describe as a ‘ghost dressed as a nurse.’ (By that description I don’t mean a cross- dressing ghost) This time I was sharing a flat with the same older sister and her 2 children. One was a baby, the other around 5 years old. My bedroom was next to hers and the baby’s, my nephew. It was around 2am and I had been asleep for a few hours when I woke myself up laughing, I do that a lot. On waking, I felt my bed moving from side to side and heard a screeching voice telling me to be quiet. As I opened my eyes I saw the ‘ghost dressed as a nurse’ disappear through the corner of my bedroom into my sister’s room. (I am beginning to get the ‘eeby geebies’ as I write this with the recollection of that night but I have to carry on).

The next morning I had to tell my sister but she’d already started to tell me the sight she had seen as she was awoken too. First it was with the baby crying but when she got out of bed to go to him she saw the same figure standing over his cot and his crying had stopped. In fact he was smiling up at ‘the ghost’. After that time, the spectre had made her presence known on numerous occasions. It got to the point where I tried not to fall asleep so as to avoid her appearance which didn’t have the desired effect. She still came out when the baby cried. I was scared out of my wits. My sister didn’t seem to be as frightened as I was because when I told her that I wanted to move out, as I couldn’t take any more, she decided she would stay regardless. I have to say it wasn’t easy as I was only 18 years old and didn’t have anywhere to go but I couldn’t stay knowing what I’d seen.

 

I don’t know if we have a special sort of aura about us that these things happen to just us. (Me and my older sister). I don’t know why they want to visit us. Do we have the gift of being able to ‘see’ the supernatural? I don’t think so. Are we just unlucky or could that be classed as lucky?  Again, I don’t know the answers. All I know is if I carry on pretending that I don’t know that there’s one here I should be OK. (I think.)

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