© Lynn Harvey
Tag: ghosts
Am I a ghost?
“No, Mum. You’re part of me.”
Well it had better be the nice part then.
I was going to bed on the first night in the new house. Of course I was on my own because your father had died a long time before that. All of a sudden, I sensed a presence near my bed. Cold, just cold … and I knew it was a ghost.
“What did you do?”
I said… I don’t know who you are but I don’t want you here. Go away.
“Did it?”
Yes.
“Do you believe in ghosts, Mum?”
I met one in the very last house I lived in.
syb & me 