So I am fairly new to this site. This is my first story. I have a few to share with you but have put off writing them as I feel they weren't as scary or interesting as some.
Anyhow my husband's uncle was a good person to us. He came round regularly. He built fences and outhouses for us. I suppose I am trying to say he was practical. He never talked of ghosts etc. He was a typical down-to-earth working-class Englishman.
Well, he came to our house one day and said the most unlikely thing (for him). He said he had seen some ghosts and... No, he wasn't a drinker.
The night before he woke up in bed to see two people sitting at the end of his bed. He described them to his wife the next day and she said they sounded like her parents.
Two weeks later, completely unexpected, Uncle Ken died from an aneurysm. He was working under his van.
I don't know why his wife's parents would come and not his own. However, I do believe deceased loved ones do show themselves at or near our passing.
Right, okay, so I will go into a second story.
My house is 110 years old, and prior to our buying it, had been in the same family for over 70 years. It has three stories and a cellar/basement.
Two years ago I was watching television on my own late at night. My only companion was Pebble, my kitten. She was on my knees.
I was wide awake watching TV. Not sleepy. Our sofa is very near our window. Now I am watching television with Pebble on my lap. Out of the corner of my eye I see and hear the curtain tug. No, it wasn't just moving in a breeze and the window was closed. This was a distinct tug. I heard it and saw it.
I have more stories (sorry if they are boring lol) They are to do with my house and places I've worked at.