Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

As a child I lived on the Isle of Islay in the Southern Hebredies of Scotland. We left in 2000 but went back for a holiday in 2004, which is when I met my best friend Eila, my sister and her sister had been friends at school. We got extremely close in the week I was there and when I left we kept in close contact. I went for a visit without my parents or family to stay with her family for a week when my paranormal experience began.

Eila’s bedroom was in the attic, and as following tradition, this attic had a dam weird ghost. Eila still to this day knows nothing of this because well in my mind I’m sorry but she has to live there I really shouldn’t scare her. She fell asleep early the first night I got there but I just couldn’t sleep. I felt a breathe on my cheek as though someone was sleeping next to me, a small child’s soft breath. Then I heard a whisper “hello”. I swear to god I jumped out of my skin I have no idea why I didn’t scream but something stopped me and I just fell asleep.

The next morning I woke up with Eila shaking me, “you fell asleep cuddling the air” but I don’t remember falling asleep like that. Things just kept getting weirder. We went to the beach that day and all the sand was untouched apart from tiny footprints in the sand running away from us but stopping suddenly. I knew it was the child from the night before but it got a lot weirder. Eila’s mum Allison let us do our own thing, so of course as kids we went swimming it was great being back in the water I was so used to. Then I saw it. Well him. A little boy about three, and no more, drowning his arms were failing about and he was screaming. I started swimming towards him but when I got there, nothing. I looked out to sea and nothing. The tide was strong so I let it carry me back to Eila. She asked what I swam out to and I said didn’t you see that little boy? or hear him shouting? But she was completely oblivious to what I had seen.

We headed back to dry land and I collapsed, something was grabbing my top tugging at it just like a child, I could feel the pressure but when I looked down nothing was there. Eila was really quite scared by this point so I said oh sorry I thought my shirt had rode up and we just left it at that.

That night we went to bed and Eila crashed straight out again. I curled round and closed my eyes but then I felt a tapping on my cheek. I opened my eyes to see a very wet little boy standing in front of me. ” Dank yhoo lady goonight” he said then disappeared.

I see him sometimes when I go over to visit and he hugs my leg then just disappears. I only ever see him at the beach or in Eila’s room. I think I’ve grown to love him really. I don’t think ill ever tell Eila this story, she would be too scared to sleep. Maybe this little boy is just meant to be mine.

Sent in by Robyn-Louise Cathleen Morton Larmour, Copyright 2010