Let’s start at the very beginning, a very good place to start…

Apart from the ‘things’ I keep seeing out of the corner of my eye which, so I’m told, are actually real, I’ve only ever seen one ghost. I don’t remember it clearly, but after hearing the story many times over the years, this is roughly how it went.

We were at my nan’s house playing on the floor, I was around 15 months old. We were all in the lounge me, mum, nan and my uncle when I turned towards the door and started saying ‘grandad’. Bearing in mind I had never met my grandad as he died 3 years before I was born, I kept smiling and stretching my arms out towards him. Of course everyone else in the room was rather bewildered but, nevertheless, my uncle took me to the door, then out to the bottom of the stairs where I started laughing and putting my arms out – I wanted to go upstairs!

My uncle bravely picked me up and carried me up the stairs,  we went along the landing to my nan’s bedroom where I continued to laugh and point, this time at the dressing table mirror. It was clear that I could see my grandad in the mirror, whilst my uncle reassured me that there was no one there!

It’s funny how these things happen more frequently as a child, although he’s definitely still around, in fact just last week I was alone in my nan’s lounge when the lamp began to flicker then shake. Over the years we believe he has moved various pictures to mark birthdays and anniversaries. To this day I still get an eerie feeling when walking along the landing at my nan’s house and I’m sure that it’s only a matter of time until my grandad appears again…