My Grannie Nicholas was an amazing woman, who had fought in the Dutch resistance during the Second World War and had met my Grandad during the liberation of Holland. They had got married and settled in England after the war and brought up their family in my home town of Boston. She played a big part in helping to bring me up when my parents' marriage broke up. My sister and I would often stay at her bungalow and sleep in a big double bed. When it was our bedtime, she would come into the room and say our prayers and buff up our pillows and say 'snug as a bug in a rug.' As we grew up she would tell us all sorts of strange ghost stories related to her own experiences. She always claimed to have a sixth sense to see ghosts as she was the seventh daughter of the seventh daughter.
In 1993, I moved to the Doncaster area and taught history a local school in Mexborough. I met a local girl and settled down in Bessacarr and had my own family. My grandmother always loved children and my mum would often bring her to our house to visit. Unfortunately, she suffered from dementia, but as soon as I put my baby daughter Rebecca into her arms she would awaken and come back into herself. It was a strange and beautiful thing to see.
On the night of her death, my mum rang to let me know that she was close to passing away. I had popped down a few days before to hold her hand and say goodbye. As I lay in bed at about 10. 45 I felt a presence come into our house. It first went into my young son's room, who woke up, briefly cried and then as quickly stopped. It then went to my baby daughter's room and she also woke up, briefly cried and then as quickly stopped and then it came into my room. I felt the presence of my gran and kiss against my cheek and in my mind I heard her say 'as snug as a bug in a rug.' The phone then went; it was my mum letting me know that my Gran had just passed away.
It can be very easy to dismiss these sorts of experiences as wishful thinking, but several years later both my Grannie Kay and my sister who lived in Seattle reported similar experiences. My Grannie Kay was pretty much chair bound and often could only sleep sat up because her breathing problems At night her carers would make her comfortable and would turn off the TV at the socket as she was always worried about an electrical fire. Shortly before my Grannie Kay died she told me several strange things which had happened to her, but she told that on the night of my Grannie Nicholas' death her TV had turned on and my Gran appeared on the TV outside of my mum's house, where she had died, waving goodbye. I then told her about my own experience. Spine-tinglingly, my sister told me exactly the same story, but in her case she was doing some housework at the time in her home, thousands of miles away in Seattle in the USA.
Occasionally, our new house is still occasionally visited by a presence, which I liked to think is my Gran popping into to check on me. On one occasion, I even recorded the glass beads on my bedside light moving in a most peculiar way on my mobile phone. The phenomenon continued for about 30 minutes, but I recorded it for about 10 minutes and have posted it to this link on Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KHtdVtXx-gs
Notice how the crystal is being pulled up and is not going fully back.