This is a true story of what happened to my nana in 2013 and the ghost which plagued her last few months.
Emily was a grand lady. She was 98 years old and had lived a long and happy life. She had 9 children, vast amounts of grandchildren and many great grandchildren. She had lived a long and beautiful life in a happy that she had lived in for 78 years. But all that was about to change….
It began one autumn morning when Emily sat to rest in a chair overlooking the whole living room. She sat and enjoyed the peace. But then she was disturbed…
According to my nana Emily a man entered the room and went into the living room and looked in the mirror….and a woman followed…. Dressed in all black wearing a black veil…. Like she had just been to a funeral…. And sat in my grandmother’s favourite chair… Her face in a fixed gaze… Motionless….
Who was these two strange people my grandmother had been witness to? Within a minute they faded away into thin air…..
The days passed by and there was no strange incidents until a few days later when Emily was sat in her chair in the living room she was watching television when she seen something out of the corner of her eye. She turned to look… Floating across the room towards Emily was – her mother.
Emilys mother had been dead at least 30 years and here she was as a young woman approaching my nana across the living room. Emily recognized the green dress she wore well… The phantom turned and headed through the hall door and vanished. My nana was so convinced she seen her that she stood up and went after her. Shouting her name in a friendly gentle manner as anyone would to their mother… But she was gone… Vanished….
Then events took a deeper and darker turn….
My nana (Emily) was sat in her chair when suddenly a boy appeared….smiling…. And being playful gazing at my nana. There was activity about suddenly of other people. A woman was looking around and a little dog was sniffing about the room as if he had always been there.
But then the atmosphere changed. According to my nana the boys face became fear and the woman dissapeared and a man entered and the child ran chased by the man and they all vanished….
These people then became an ongoing presence in my nana Emilys life.
My aunt Judy went to check on my nana due to these stories circulating amongst the members of the family. But she was nowhere to be found. My aunty searched the house and came lastly to a locked conservatory door… She opened in and there was Emily… Locked in. Emily claims the family locked her in and was looking her in there on the ‘mans’ orders.
What confused my aunty was how had my nana managed to lock herself in from the other side?
This man was an evil and aggressive presence. In the dead of night he was constantly shouting ‘put the light on’ aggressively to Emily leaving her with no sleep.
I went to visit my grandmother myself one day. I entered the hall and I could hear her talking to people. I went in and she was sat talking to someone on the couch. As soon as I entered it stopped and she talked to me instead normal as she always did and didn’t say a word to the person on the sofa. But as soon as I left to go the toilet…. I entered the hall and I heard her say ‘now where was we?… ‘ and the chat had begun again…. It hadn’t been forgotten about. This person hadn’t been forgotten about by my grandmother. It was almost as if they had waited patiently for me to leave…..sat on the sofa… Invisible and silent….
The next door neighbour to my nana Emily rang an aunty of mine that she could hear my nana Emily shouting one night through the wall so she went to investigate….
Emily claims that the boy had awoken my nana up asking for help from the man….then the man had appeared and a battle had begun between Emily and the man involving the boy….. Emily pulled on one arm of the boy and the man on the other…. A struggle took place…..Emily claims the man won and dragged the screaming boy ‘through the wall’. What concerned my aunty was… The carpet was all rucked up where Emilys feet had fought hard and dug deep against an opposing force…..
Things then got a little stranger…
Upon one of the men in my family going to visit Emily to see if she was OK he entered the kitchen… Here Emily had made three cups of tea… One for her, one for him and one for ‘the man’. He picked up the cup which was for ‘the man’ and poured it away down the sink. Then… He tells everyone convincingly…. The kitchen door slammed shut as if someone had slammed it in anger……
The man would often whisper at the end of the bed ‘we’re coming for you’ in a evil way.
I remember the last time I seen my grandmother. It was one Christmas eve. She stood at the bottom of the stairs agitated… Demanding the three people at the top come down at once…..
It was widely believed Emily had dimentia…. But these people… The man, the woman, the child and the dog were continuous up until she died…. The story and the characters and the appearances and descriptions of them never changed….