True Ghost Tales

When I was about the age of eight, my family and I moved to Yorkshire to a fairly big town and lived in a large old-fashioned house. I used to hate going upstairs on my own after school and I had to ask someone to go with me because I always had the eerie feeling that someone was following me. There were three floors. My room was like the size of a cupboard and I always felt safest there and in the kitchen.

Anyway, one night, after living there for a year and having some strange experiences like doors opening and closing and unexplainable shadows forming, I felt a presence in the living room.

My family’s friends had just gone home after a dinner party at around 11 o’clock at night, and I was saying goodnight to my parents. As I sat on the sofa I felt a heavy weight sit on the other side and I saw dip in the cushions. I thought it was just my imagination so went upstairs to bed with that awful feeling of someone watching me. I went into my parent’s room (which I hated because the beams cast weird shadows all of the time) and I looked in the reflection of their mirror and saw the wardrobe door open behind me. It scared the life out of me because it made a creaking noise. I’m probably the biggest skeptic there is and I still don’t have a clue what it was that I saw that night. I don’t believe in the paranormal and I’m scared of spiders instead of ghosts but when I saw that thin, almost skeletal, lady in the doorway, dressed in black, I questioned how tired I was.

She was a solid figure and looked Victorian aged. Make what you want of it, but I think I was just too tired. However there was always that feeling of being watched and followed that continued for a year until we moved house…

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