Thanks amigos, great stories!
Shee,good to hear from you, your story reminds me of one my grandmother told me about seeing her father at the window of her bedroom, long after he had died, weird!!
Heres one of my other odd encounters:
2. I never knew my father, no one ever spoke about him, never mentioned his name, luckily i am quite a resourcefull geezer and i tracked him down when i was about 14. Turns out he is a great bloke and the problem lied with the folks i was living with, but thats another story.
Anyway, once i had found him, he asked if i would like to come and stay with him for the weekend, this was a great idea, although a little bit daunting as i would be meeting the whole side of the family that i had no idea about.
He lived in a large house with lots of spare rooms, so it would be no problem for me to stay.
My father made me feel very welcome and i had a great time learning about everybody in the family, we stayed up for ages talking about things, finally we decided to call it a night and went off to bed. My father showed to the spare room at the top of the stairs and went off to get some sleep.
I noticed that the room i was staying in seemed to have been converted and that there was a tiny door about 2 feet high in one of the walls for access to the remaining loftspace, this struck me as a little creepy, but i was tired so i didnt give it much thought. As i layed in bed i felt myself slowly drifting off to sleep, then i found myself suddenly awake again, i looked over at the clock and saw it was about 2 hours later, about 3 in the morning.
As i lay awake i started to hear whistling, one of those cheery little whistles with no paticular tune, it was very faint but i could definitely hear it. I laid listening to the whistle wondering who was still awake. I must explain that the only people in the house were me, my Father and his wife. The whistle seemed to be getting louder, then i started to hear footsteps. I could hear some one walking very slowly up the stairs. They were made of wood and creaked with everystep, as did all the floorboards on the landing outside my room. It was at this point that i began to feel a little scared, the footsteps and the whisling were getting closer with every step as my room was at the top of the stairs.!!
I layed listening to every step as it got closer, finally the steps were just outside my door at the top of the stairs, then everything stopped, no whistling, no footsteps, nothing. I layed paralysed listening for any sound, as there was no way anyone could walk around on the landing without making a noise. but still nothing, i must have stayed awake for as long as i could but eventually i fell back to sleep and the next thing i knew it was morning.
The next day i said nothing, i didnt want my Father to think i was weird or anything, i had just met him!! He exlained that him and his wife were going to have to go out to take care of some business (they had their own business and were very busy), i actually found the whole meeting my Dad for the first time thing a bit overhwealming and really fwelt liek having a bit of time to myself so i agreed to stay in the house while they went out to do what they had to do.
After they left i chilled out watching TV and playing music, gave my Mum a call to let her know how things were going and generally relaxed a bit. A few hours went by and i was sitting in the living room watching TV. The front door to the house was just off of this room as was the kithchen. I walked into the kitchen to make a cup of tea, as i was waiting for the kettle to boil i heard the front door open and looked through the living room to the front door to see someone walk quickly past the living room door. I yelled out 'hi' and asked if anyone wanted a cup of tea thinking it was my father, but no one answered. I shouted again but nobody answered me. I thought maybe my Father had just run in and gone straight to the bathroom (you know whats its like if your driving and you really need a piss!!), so i carried on making tea, waiting for him to appear, 10 minutes went past, nothing happened, not a sound in the house. At this point i was a bit confused so i went to the bathroom door, it was closed and i kncked and asked if my Father was ok, i listened for a reply but heard nothing. I pushed the door and found it was open, inside the bathroom was empty!
By now i was a little freaked and went to check the front door. It was still locked from the inside, the keys in the lock. Outside the drive was empty. I knew that i saw someone walk past the door earlier, so now i was really freaked out. The only way i would be happy was to go and check everyroom in this large and unfamiliar house for whoever i had seen!
Cautiously i checked every room, it was like something out of a horror movie, every door i opened i wodered what i was going to find. eventually i had checked the whole house, nobody was home! I went back downstairs and sat in the living room wondering what had just happened, i watched a little TV to distract myself , about 20 minutes later i started to hear the whislting again coming from upstairs, very faint but definitely their, i started to head towards the stairs when suddenly i heard a car pull up in the driveway, my father was home!
Again, i didnt want to seem odd so i didnt say anything. Later that night we were talking and i decided to tell my father what had happened, he listened and nodded, then he told me that when they bought this house they had learned that its former occupant was an old man who had actually died in the house. My father said he to had heard a few odd noises and seen flashes of things out of the corner of his eye as well!!!
Later i met some cousins who had told me they were always scared to sleep in this house as they heard things too, they said that one night they had awoken to find one of the little access hatches has been unlocked and opened in the night and since then they always asked to sleep downstairs!!
Weirdly that night i felt a lot happier going to sleep int hat room once i knew what i had heard the previous night.Later in the night i heard the whisling again, but no footsteps, i felt a feeling of immense calm and had a trouble free nights sleep!
So theres story number two, more to come, anyone else?