When I lived with my dad at Gardenways holiday flats, a lot of strange things would happen. Our house used to be where the monks lived, there is a church located at the end of the street. One night when my dad and I were in the kitchen we both hear a child's
voice. I obviously looked at my dad, he looked at me. Neither of us said anything and continued with what we were doing. Shortly afterwards we both heard the voice again.
Not understanding what it was, dad went to his room and returned with a bat. I myself, very curious, went to the back door and peered through the window and there standing by the washing line, stood a little girl around 5-8 years of age wearing a black dress, black tights, black laced up boots and a white apron. Her hair was swept up in a bun with a bonnet covering her head.
I called for my dad as I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Dad took one look outside and also saw the same little girl standing there. I slowly opened the back door and stepped out, as I walked closer, the child was asking for help. I took a deep breath and whispered how can I help you? The girl just pointed. I turned and looked at that very moment my dad came running towards me and pushed me to the ground. I was so scared I had no idea what was going on. Dad was yelling at the child "leave her alone we were only trying to help". The child was lunging towards me, for what reason I will never know.
The next day my dad and I were in the back garden and we found about 30-50 1977 Britannia coins. My dad and I went to the church at the end of the street and we talked to our priest, we told him what had happened and he took us to the grave site of the child. Her name was Mary McDonald she died of pneumonia when she was about 7. Still to the day that dad sold the holiday flats, we would see "Mary" every year on the same day of her death but learnt our lesson not to go anywhere near her.
This is a true story and if you go there even to this day you are sure to see her.