We once lived in London in a town called Kilburn, just off the high road, which was handy for us to do our shopping. The house we lived in was an old Victorian terrace house with separate apartments, which was said to have been haunted along with the rest of the street. Many complaints had gone into Brent council for rehousing tenants but all complaints had been rejected. We lived on the top floor and overlooking a park from the back end of the house, but with no exits other than the front door.
It was not until one late night when I was dozing off in front of the television that I had decided to call it a night. I was always the last one to turn in; so all doors and windows were checked over including the apartment door. The children were young at the time and were fast sleeping.
Never in the coldest of winters did I ever wear pyjamas, never did and never will, so I did not waste time getting into bed. As always, I slept on the right side. I was just about to get comfortable, when I had noticed an image or what appeared to be an apparition of a girl in early twenties dressed in black, standing in the corner of our bedroom.
She had short black hair and a short skirt just above her knees and stood motionless with her arms down her side. She had a neutral face not smiling or looking sad, just stood in the corner looking at me. It did not bother at that very moment as I wanted to sleep. But when I turned back to see her again, she turned around towards the window and walked through part of the wall and the window, remembering there is a sixty foot drop on the other side. Who was she and where did she go?
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