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I don’t have much time left to send this so excuse any grammatical errors.

My father always claimed he was related to Leslie Grantham but I had always brushed him off and put it down to old age. It wasn’t until I was clearing his attic (he died two weeks ago) that I discovered some secrets I wish I could erase from my memory.

I found a couple of leather bound journals with various entries made between 1943 and 1945 where he talks about his friends Albert and Lettice. In fact, I have just realized that he never refers to Albert by just his first name. He always followed it with Lemur. I assumed this was a surname name but at the back of the book it has a list of “Lemurs" where it lists six names including Albert Frost 1927 and Lettice Armitage 1899. I figured this was a list of the Lemur family but after further research it seems I was wrong. Very wrong.

My father suffered with schizophrenia so it was common for him to sound crazy but I had never expected it to be me who was accused of being crazy.

The journals intrigued me so I looked for more information in the attic and discovered pictures of my father with his arms in strange positions. He looked different, almost like he was a completely different person. I suppose I should have clicked then.

On the back of two of the photo’s it says “me and Bert Lemur at Kensington Gardens. The curious thing is that Albert isn’t in the picture with him. There is no one in the picture with him.

The other pictures have nothing on the back but he still has his arms in similar positions, no doubt embracing other “Lemurs".

Although this was disturbing, nothing could prepare me what for I was about to uncover. In one of the journals, he talks about staying in temporary accommodation with Albert Lemur and Lettice. He says that they shared a room as he did not have enough money for three and talks about his annoyance with his friends and their improper activities. However, he describes a tingling sensation that he did not have the ability to ignore and found himself as an active participant.

Discovering your father had a threesome is pretty ground breaking except for the final discovery of what “Lemur" truly meant. My father was fluid in Latin and always encouraged me to embrace the language but I found it to difficult.

The word “Lemur" means ghost.

Every story should have a message, mine would be trust no one and do not assume a person is crazy just because they sound crazy. I am not crazy and now you know the truth.

Sent in by Kaela, Copyright 2011 TrueGhostTales.com