in the court/cellars etc
I went into my gran and said “Gran Sheila’s here… She’s in my bedroom but I don’t know what she wants, maybe she needs to needs you to go to Aunty Betty”. My Gran gave me a strange look and immediately followed me back to my room but Sheila was gone.
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Often I could hear her walking up and down the stairs and sometimes she would whistle, the whistle like a child makes, sucking in through their lips rather than blowing out.
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As a town house, there is a staircase that runs up from the ground floor to the second floor and this is where most of the activity happened. The stairs began smelling strongly of pipe smoke which would go away again as quickly as the smell began.
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One night I was drowsing, though by no means asleep, when something sat beside me on the bed, on the side towards the skylight. If we had pets I would have thought it was a kitten. I found the sensation interesting but unthreatening, and turned over, at which point it came and sat in front of me again
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I looked on the windowsill and it wasn’t there. I looked at the floor underneath and it also wasn’t there either. Puzzled I went back to playing it assuming my aunt had picked it up, I would ask her later.
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I’ve never been so frightened and to this day it still frightens me to think about it. In fact, I’ve got chills thinking about it now.
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I immediately knew it was someone in spirit form, because I could see my favorite poster of Michael Jackson, right through her body.
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Louise looked really frightened at me and said, “What is that noise?!” I replied. “what can you hear Louise?” knowing that I could hear something too and she said “there’s an old man in the corner!”
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I wrapped it all up inside the handkerchief and held it in the palm of my hands, clasped together, and sort of shook it up. I don’t know why I did it, but I did it
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This happened in the family pub – the Grapes on Brownlow Hill. On a few […]
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This is the one occasion in my life I have no explanation for, it wasn’t scary, it was very peaceful.
Read more...True story! I wasn’t the only one that seen this, but every time we entered the […]
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During the Second World War the Holy Cross Place air raid shelter had a direct hit during an air raid. Long after the war, in the 1960s my wife Betty and her friend Pat were in Holy Cross Place, which had been rebuilt as new homes.
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After my father died my mother sold the house we had grown up in. The […]
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