About 12 years ago I used to live in an Old Vicarage in Anglesey North Wales and it was a gorgeous place to live in and had many rooms. It also had a church that was closed off but it was still used for some burials of some of the local folk, but that is all it was ever used for.
Not long after I moved in I was in this big eerie building with my best friend at the time Shaz, and we were sitting down chatting with a cup of tea, then through my living room door I saw this figure clear as day of a child from the Victorian ere, but the problem was there was no children in the house or on the grounds at that time and both my front door and porch door was locked, yeah it did scare me at first, but the little boy stayed which I didn’t mind, but he was playful and I lost my house keys numerous times.
In the end I figured that I could feel and see spirits and I sat down one day on my own and decided to contact the little boy, who I communicated with, I asked him to stop making me lose my house keys and to stop playing with the electrics in the house, he did say something back to me in the end and it is something I have never forgotten till this day “I am sorry I am looking for someone to play with, can still stay and play in the house” I told him yes he can on the condition he was good and not scare my guest’s and friends, then over the last few short weeks I went to the church and found out he was buried in the graveyard next to the house, but unfortunately I never did find out much about him, I don’t miss the house but I miss him
Sent in by Jessica, Copyright 2012 TrueGhostTales.com