I'm convinced we had a ghost in the house i grew up in, particularly in one of the bedrooms which was always ice cold. I know that's a ghost cliche, but it was absolutely freezing in there all of the time. It was my sisters room and she always used to say there was an old woman who'd sit in her room on the end of her bed or in a chair watching her sleep. You'd hear her having an argument with someone at night or look out the window at her in the garden having a really animated conversation with what looked like herself. We were driving somewhere on holiday the once and as we pulled away she started waving up at her window, I was like ''What are you waving at idiot?'' she just looked at me like I was stupid and said ''Errr, the old lady up there''.
I remember one night my Dad was working and the crying and screaming, which we got almost every night, about ''the old woman who wont get out of my room'' freaked my mum out so much she picked us up under her arms and carried us all to my Nans house a few streets away at about 3am.
She still wont give up on it now if someone mentions it. She's either a little bit mental, genuine, or playing the longest joke in history on her family.
I remember one night my Dad was working and the crying and screaming, which we got almost every night, about ''the old woman who wont get out of my room'' freaked my mum out so much she picked us up under her arms and carried us all to my Nans house a few streets away at about 3am.
She still wont give up on it now if someone mentions it. She's either a little bit mental, genuine, or playing the longest joke in history on her family.
and took a good 45 mins of trying to communicate before the glass seem to be pushed very hard across the table. We got a few hours of yes and no and ages etc. I was convinced my mrs was pushing it so as it moved once I shouted at her to lift her hands and arms so there was no weight from either of us and it kept on moving 