I have only ever seen two ghosts. The first time when I was living in my mother’s two bedroom flat. I was about three years old then, but I can remember this as vividly as if it were yesterday.
It was late, and everyone was in bed, and I had woken up to go to the toilet. I had the bathroom light on, and the bathroom door a bit open because it would never close. I was just finishing when a shadow passed by. The hallway light was off, and I can’t really explain it, but the shadow was darker than the hallway’s darkness. I thought it was my older brother, going to the kitchen as we used to do to help ourselves to the chocolates and sweets. So I called out for my brother, and got no reply. Then I got this horrible feeling in my stomach (and I still get it sometimes) and I pulled the flush and went back to the room, which I shared with my brother. I expected his bed to be empty, but he there, sound asleep.
That was my first encounter with the ghost of the flat. I remember that to get into the flat, you had to go down some stairs, and I know this sounds crazy, but sometimes I felt as if I were floating above the stairs, then I would suddenly fall down them.
The second encounter with a ghost was when I was thirteen, and we had moved out of the flat because my Mum was expecting her fourth child. I was at school, and so I persuaded my friend to come to the toilets quickly before the bell went. We went into science block toilets, and sat in different cubicles. My friend had been bullied earlier, and so I was shocked to hear her crying, and I hurriedly asked her what the matter was. She was quiet for a while, then said she thought it was me who was crying. I opened my cubicle door, and did a quick check of the other cubicles, but they were all empty.
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