My Aunt Betty
My Aunt Betty swore to her dying day (RIP) that this was true...

She lived on the edge of a graveyard in County Durham because her hubby, my Uncle Joe, was the gravedigger/grounds-keeper, and in those days the church supplied the keeper with a little house on church land.

The story goes that every now and then, Betty would be woken by a cold feeling. And then a ghost, a man dressed in a suit, would walk across the room from one side to the other, passing through her bed.

For ages this went on, until one day she plucked up the courage to say hello. The ghost stopped and just looked at her. After a while, she asked him if he would please stop walking through her bedroom. He walked off through the wall, and she never saw him again.

Where was Joe in all this? Fast asleep. The apocalypse would have to happen twice to wake him up.
( Damocles wants no part of your debauchery, Thu 3 Jul 2008, 11:17, 1 reply)

I just love the idea
of telling a ghost to stop walking through your room and it doing it!
( Maladicta, Thu 3 Jul 2008, 14:11, closed)