Everybody has a story and this is mine. I have always been into the paranormal and spiritual side I'm a strong believer that when you pass on, that your soul remains if you have some kind of unfinished business like saying good bye to your lover or family or your body is not at rest because something happened to you that you want other people to know about. This story that I am about to tell you is all based a real events and real experiences.
About 6 years ago (2005), we moved into our new home just on the border of Wolverhampton and Sandwell. Our home was beautiful. I could finally have my own room after having to share with my older sister in our old house. Everything was nice for a few weeks, until one night when we were all just watching the TV and out of blue the TV was changing channels and then it just shut off then turned back on. My dad he went round checking all the cables and said nothing was wrong with the TV.
A couple of days later, my mom was in the front room just cleaning up and she said that she saw a figure walking passed the front room door (the door is glass with brown panels). She then went round to see who it was, but she couldn't find who or what it was. She checked the front door then the back doors they was all locked. She told us later and described what he looked like and what he was wearing (middle aged, about 40, 6-6ft4 and wearing a black top with navy blue jeans).
It was only when I was left on my own that I experienced the same thing by seeing him again, but I wasn't scared of him. He just smiled then vanished. I told my parents exactly what happened and my dad just said we may have a ghost in the house and not to be frightened of him as they can't hurt us.
Months passed by and we got used to seeing this man. My mom was talking to our neighbor one day and she asked her if anything happened in the house where we live. Elizabeth, our neighbor, said that the past owner's husband had died in the kitchen from a heart attack. He was in his 40s at the time. As soon as she mentioned his 40s, my mom asked what he was wearing at the time. She said a black top and blue jeans and that his name was James (also known as jimmy). It was then that my mom told her that we have seen him walking around and hiding keys and small objects. Elizabeth just smiled and said she has had the same things happen to her when she used to come round but she also didn't feel scared by him.
In the beginning of May things started to get worse. Our two border collies would not stay in the house and when they came in the house they was barking for no reason. Also my mom felt as though she shouldn't be there and she actually felt scared and there was a feeling of dread and sadness and a very strange feeling in the kitchen by the door leading to the utility room. Exactly where Jimmy had died. We later found out that he passed away May 5th, 2003.
I had experienced a strange encounter with Jimmy. It was the middle of the night. I was asleep and all of a sudden just woke up and turned to face the other side of my bed (my room is a box room with the bed right up against the right side of the wall and a walk way to get to the window where my headboard is under the window). I saw this full body figure. I could see his face and he just looked down at me and smiled and said, 'I'm sorry for waking you'. I just said, "hello Jimmy". Then he smiled again and gradually disappeared. I felt happy and glad to have actually had him talk to me. I still didn't feel scared. Why wasn't I scared of him?
The back room tells a different story. It's like the feeling of dread and being watched all the time. Even when sleeping in there you feel this heavy weight being pushed down on you. This wasn't Jimmy, because he was friendly and he didn't want to hurt us. This was something else. A woman, we have seen her. Blonde long hair and a pink dressing robe on. You can sometimes smell a sweet perfume that just comes from the back room. We have heard our names being called and we have all had a conversation with both Jimmy and this women thinking it was my parents, or that my parents thinking it was me. We have heard singing, foot steps on the landing, and doors being closed.
Unfortunately, we lost our 1 dog last December (2010 at the age of 18). We can her barking and whining as though she is still here, telling us that she will always be here to keep our other dog company. After spending 6 years here we have put our home up for sale, as my parents are going to go into owning their own pub down Dorset, and I'm going to work away on the cruise ships. I think, in a way, Jimmy doesn't want us to move, as when people come to view this house he makes himself known. I have enjoyed my time here and I really don't want to move, but by getting older we have to make our choices
Thank you for taking the time in reading this.