A Ghost or Spirit

Most people are very sceptical, it is something in life we need to be convinced about before we believe. I, like the majority of people, didn’t think much about the existence of ghosts or ghoolies, but I always believed in an afterlife. Anyway, I have a very strange story to tell.

When we were first married we rented a flat in a place called Camden Square in Camden Town. An old lady lived in the flat before us, but she was a very lonely, unloved, unkempt person. She only lived in one room. On the few occasions she left her room she would sit on the bottom stair of our landing. It was a twisty staircase.

Unfortunately, she died before we moved in. We were sad but thought no more about it.

One night when I was sitting in our living room (I was by myself as Peter had gone to the RNVR), I was huddled up in front of the fire, I looked towards the door and saw the handle turn. The door gently opened and then closed, the handle being turned again so that it shut quietly. Then a something sat in the easy chair by the fireside. How did I know, you may ask. Well, the chair had a sprung cushion and I clearly saw an indent appear just as it would if someone had sat on it. I wasn’t scared, only struck dumb. After about 45 minutes the chair flattened out again and there was the same knob-turning business, only in reverse. I was never scared but I did notice that, if she was sitting there, no one ever sat in the chair at the same time.

Further evidence of her being with us is as follows. I have marked the place on the stairs where she always sat. When she was sitting there and friends came to call, they would not be aware of the fact that they would unconsciously cross over on the stairs, and sort of walk around her. They never realised they had done it.

She was never a scary manifestation, but I have wondered: since we moved, and they subsequently pulled the houses down, where did she go? I hope she found peace at last.