First off, let me apologise for a) not being on here for ages and b) the shakiness of this story.
This tale comes from my beloved Grandma (different to my Nan whom I have written about before). She, like me and my dad, shares a keen interest in ghosts and "the other side". My Grandma used to read a lot of Mia Dolan's books as did my dad and as do I so she knew her stuff pretty well.
My Grandma Stella has always believed in ghosts and this comes from about 20-30 years back when she was visiting her aunt who has now moved on. She was staying at her house with her husband (who has never been interested in ghosts) and they were obviously sharing a room. I am only saying that because he didn't witness anything that my Grandma did even though he was with her the whole time.
This particular evening, Stella couldn't sleep and she tossed and turned about in the bed, her husband laying fast asleep and snoring slightly beside her. She told me that she was really peeved that her husband was able to sleep and she wasn't.
As she lay awake, her head relaxing on the pillow and most definitely not thinking about spirits or ghosts (she only had a greater interest after this event), all of a sudden, her bedroom door swung open gently but obviously.
She sat bolt upright in bed and watched as the door open and a heavy, cold rush of wind suddenly blew in. Then she sat motionless, as a dark, hooded monk floated into the bedroom and through the end of the bed she was lying in.
The figure stopped by my Grandma's feet (maybe because he knew he could be seen?) and stared at her. Stella was so scared but she couldn't scream; she could only pull the covers over her as she hid under the bed sheets, eyes shut tightly. After a few minutes she heard the door shut and look around the room to find the ghost was no longer there. Her husband was still snoring beside her.
The next morning, tired and shaken after the previous events, she sat down at the table for breakfast with her Aunt, her husband in the shower, and relayed the spooky event to her aunt, whom she was close to. Her aunt (I can't remember her name by the way) didn't seem too shocked by it and said that the house next door used to be an old Monastery which had some disaster happened to it. She also said that she and some other guests had seen him wondering about. Her neighbours (who she was good friends with) also said that they saw this mystery monk almost every night and consider him harmless.
This really freaked her out and was the spark that started off her interest in ghosts. It was my Grandma's first proper encounter with a ghost and I suppose, as much as it scared her, it interested her.
As I have said in my other stories, I don't really talk about this sort of stuff with my mum or dad and I was only told this story because I was talking to my Grandma about it. She also told me another few stories that I will post as well.
So, I was just wondering if anyone could help me understand why the ghost wondered outside of its 'wall' and why it stopped and stared at my Grandma? Also, I know that this will be a great help for my Grandma... She recently had to put her wonderful dog of 14 years, Kerry (a fluffy german shepherd) to sleep and it has left a gigantic hole so I was just wondering if any physics out there could tell me if Kerry has made it to the "other side" and whether she is happy and thought she had a good life? If no one knows then that's ok, I was just wondering because Kerry was like my best friend:)