It all started in a little town called Aylesford, which is situated on the outskirts of Winchester and lies roughly within central Hampshire in England.
I have a very good memory from most of my childhood days, but these memories of being 2-3 years old which is the age I was at the time of this incident are engraved deep on my mind.
My Grandfather and Grandmother Nicholls had recently sold their cafe in Middle Wallop, Hampshire and started renting a house in Jacklyns Close, Alresford. I recall the layout of the house but nothing really detailed like ornaments and wallpaper etc. On occasion I would sleep with my Nan.
On this occasion I was lying in my grans bed waiting for her to come to bed, even remember standing at the top of the stairs to this big house or so it seemed to a three year old child at the time, shouting out to my Nanny Nicholls If my Nan didn't come to bed when I wanted her to then my Aunty Gertrude (everyone called her Tanny) would come and comfort me, and tell me stories, then tuck me in with a light humming lullaby. I came to like her company and I felt safe and very calm in her presence.
Anyway one night I was lying there, half asleep and half-awake when I felt very strange, and as I turned my head towards my nan's dressing table which was opposite the doorway I saw something moving from the direction of the picture on the dresser. I didn't understand what was happening and being only three at the time had no comprehension of the situation only fear. I remember trying to scream, at first I couldn't but I do remember screaming my lungs out a little after. I have no immediate memory of what happened after that, only what I was told by my family which I had told them, I suppose I blocked it out or...
The story often came up in conversation over the years, Oh, and my Nan's Daughter Aunty Tanny well I learned she had died 5 years previous to my birth, so how is it possible a three year old child could have known his Aunty so well? Let alone some of the things she told me. Apparently, she had told me things on those cold, dark lonely nights that only she would know.
At times now I question myself of whether or not I really saw anything at all, probably because after that night 47-48 years ago I have not heard anything since! Perhaps she knew I was the only one she could get through to as apparently she was very close to my Dad, Her Brother... So probably it was a message for him! I would not be afraid if she came to me now, I'm sure!
If anybody has had a ghost protect or comfort them I should love to hear on comments.
The picture I still have today is the picture of my Aunty Gertrude (Tanny) and it was from that picture I saw a fog, mist, I know it sounds stephen King-ish but I knew it wasn't normal so I got very freightened, perhaps the encounter would have lasted a while longer if I hadn't of wittnessed this?
Also when she came to me she sat on my bed and when she spoke, she spoke in my head not with her lips... Funny how I accepted that but not the picture?
I would love to get a clearer picture of the story myself, it is so frustrating sometimes then I tell myself I am so lucky to have had an encounter at all.