On a typical winters night back in 1976/7, when I was just 6 years old, I would stay up playing either in my bedroom or my older brothers' bedroom most times when we should have been in bed. We lived in a dorm bungalow, our bedrooms were in the roof. Our doorways facing each other with stairs and landing separating us.
That night, my dad had popped out and my mum was in the bath down stairs. Leaving me and my brother to play Lego on his bed for a while before we got into bed. I remember my brother telling me he was off to the loo (downstairs), which left me to play by myself for a very short while. Within a minute or so of being left on my own, I walked away from the bed across the room to the window. As I walked past my brother's bedroom door, something caught my eye across the landing.
There stood a girl in my bedroom doorway, about my age. She had a blond bob style hair cut, and wore a tartan skirt with a white vest attached to it. She looked very pale and dark around her eyes. She looked sad, which made me feel sad for her... I didn't know who she was or where she came from but wanted to make her happy. So I approached her. Feeling a little awkward I passed her and walked into my bedroom. I sat on the floor and folded my legs, she copied me. She never muttered a word.
"What do I do", I thought, I started to sing a song I'd learned at school hoping she would join in. She didn't, she just sat and stared at me. I started to feel scared. I reached out to hold her hand, she felt icy. I startled her, she quickly stood up and moved to the doorway and I quickly followed her. She started to walk down the stairs, within a couple of steps she just seemed to zoom down them. The further she went the faster she went. Her body echoed as she went. Then disappearing through the living room wall at the bottom of the stairs... I stood in shock staring at the wall for a few moments. But do not remember anything after that.
I was terrified, call me naive but at that age I didn't know what a ghost was. For more than three decades I've told people about what happened that night... I wish I could find out who she is and why she came to me. The bungalow itself was built about 20 years before hand and the loft was built when I was 3 years old... a mystery!
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