In Hertfordshire, England, in a small village of Potters Bar, during the first world war on October the 1st 1916, a zeppelin (a German airship) was shot down by an english pilot called lieutenant Tempest. With a crew of around twenty also included a notorious German pilot called Kapitan Hendrich Mathy who held the record for most bombings raids on Britain.
When the Zeppelin came crashing down, the main wreckage fell on an oak tree in the fields of Oakmere Farm. Surprisingly the tree survived and one half of the tree would still grow leaves every year and memorials were held at the tree for the downed pilots of the zeppelin.
As time went on houses were built on the field but the tree remained and a house was built next to it and that's where my story comes in.
This story was told to me by my Grandma so I have no direct experience with the story, so I might be a bit vague in places.
My Nan would of been fairly young at this time and I think it happened around about before the second world war, but anyway she and her family moved into this house next to the tree on Tempsest drive.
Her room upstairs was next to the tree and the trees branches would brush up against her window, nothing a great deal happened in the room (that she spoke of anyway) but everyone in the house experienced strange things like noises outside their rooms at night and strange voices, lights going on and off for no reason, things going missing then suddenly re-appearing out of no where.
Then one night I can't remember who it was, I think it was my Nan's Auntie, stayed round and stayed on the sofa downstairs. That morning my Nan's Father came down to find my Nan's Auntie black and blue all over her body (as my nan would describe it) as if she had been beaten up but she had no recollection of anything happening but didn't feel too well.
The only other real incident I can remember my Nan telling me about was one night when everyone was asleep, her Father heard noises downstairs so went to investigate, only to find the room dark and empty but on the table a lamp was on and under the lamp was a deck of playing cards all laid out in a form of some game of something as if wanting him to play.
I find the last incident strange seeing how the other incident was rather violent this one seems almost friendly, so whether there was more than one ghost and some were nicer than others I don't know.
That is all I know or can remember of this story, I only wish I had asked more but sadly my Nan died some years ago so I guess I will never know the full story but thought I would share with what I did know.
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