Since we moved here from Blighty nearly 12 years a go. We (me and missus) have had a few ghostly experiences. So I thought I would share a few with you and then ask you to tell me about your ghostly experiences. Well it's a bit better than me saying it's raining and we have no infrastructure (or a pub) near us, isn't it?
The missus told me about seeing a ghost once when she was baby sitting, many moons a go. I nodded my head and thought:
"You must have been at the wine gums again."
My late grandmother used to tell my mother about the footsteps that she used to hear at night. One night we heard them; hob nailed boots clomping down the path to where we built our dwelling. My grandmother said it was my great grandfather's ghost, checking the farm animals in the old buildings that used to be there. She recognised the familiar clomp and walk of her late father in law.
Some times I am working (some times) in the vegetable garden and I get a whiff of pipe tobacco smoke. I remember the smell from my grandfather's pipe. We some times hear the creak of farm gates that we know are not there.
About two years ago. One July night, I was sat drinking a pint of stout and I looked out of the window and a shadowy elderly lady dressed in white with a white veil and pointed nose was looking right back at me. I had just witnessed my first proper GHOST! My face went white like a sheet or even a ghost, and I shouted to Jean and pointed at the window:
The ghost moved away quickly from us.
I told Jean that I had seen a ghost.
"Now do you believe me?"
"I have seen them a few times when I'm washing up."
Don't wash up folks, you might see a ghost.
I relayed the story to my mother. She told me:
"Its only your relatives coming to see if you are OK."
Anybody ever seen a ghost.