Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

This is a short story my dad told me, about something quite unusual that happened to my auntie and step uncle.

One day, a few years ago now, my auntie was ironing my step uncle’s father’s suit. He had not long died, so she was ironing it ready for the funeral. My step uncle’s mother had also not long died, so my auntie was trying to help out with everything the best she could.

As she was completing ironing the suit, she found a handkerchief in one of the top pockets of the jacket. She mentioned this to my step uncle and asked him if he thought she should fold it up neatly and put it back where it belonged, or leave it out altogether. The question is what would my step uncle’s father have wanted?

At the time he couldn’t decide what he wanted to do with it, so they both went out for a bit and would get it to it later. Little did they know that when they got back the handkerchief would be left on the table folded already for them.

My step uncle’s father must have been listening the whole time and made the decision for them. At least now he would rest in piece happy.

Sent in by Rachael Birkes, Copyright 2011