About a few years ago my parents had split up, my dad had moved down to Norfolk as he had found a new house to live in. A year passed and he struggling to pay the bills and taxes for the house, so he found a small cottage (and I mean small) by the Norfolk coast in a village called Winterton-on-sea. This cottage recorded to be around 200 years old (so this cottage has some history to it).
A few weeks when my dad moved in a came down to visit him, the cottage seemed nice enough from the outside but it was VERY small and cramped inside. A few nights of being there, I was upstairs sorting boxes of unsorted items, I heard a lady laugh and at that moment I felt a cold breeze got past my back. I turned around, nothing was there.
The next time a went to visit I had experienced something I have never seen before. It was around nine at night (winter season), we had ordered a takeaway to be delivered to the cottage. I was alone in the lounge, my dad in the bathroom. I see a figure walk past the window. I didn't think much of it, I thought it was the guy with the food. I go to the door and open it and I find that no one was there. At first I was pretty shocked as I then figured out what it was. The figure I saw looked like it had a female structure and was all white. I remember seeing the figure in a big dress like a Victorian style dress of some sort. This did really creep me out. I told my dad of what I saw and he did tell me that the cottage was haunted... I do think that the laugh I heard and the figure or lady I saw may be from the same spirit/ghost.
There were times that I had moments that when I was on my own (both day and night) that I felt that someone was with me but I did not feel afraid (I guess that's a good thing?). Could that feeling be passed on from the ghost? My dad claims that he had similar experiences, e.g the figure and the feeling of not being alone. However, he had not heard any laughing. (Could it just have been me?)
As I went to the cottage more often, I figured out that the spirit/ghost/lady (or whatever) wasn't a bad thing and so I accepted it (or her) being there. There were more encounters of the laughing and coldness but I never saw the figure of the lady again (I even stayed up to try and see it at some nights). So in the end I just thought that I've got a ghost buddy! However, my dad moved out of the cottage about a year later. If I'm honest, I felt rather sad having to leave (could that be something to do with the ghost?)
I personally now think, in the present day, that the ghost meant no harm and was friendly. So, to those reading this and are interested in ghosts or spirits for the first time, please understand they are here for a reason!
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