We used to live in an old converted Victorian girl’s school. MR junior’s gf swore she saw a ‘little boy’ standing at the edge of her bed, on and off throughout the night. One sunny morning on waking I saw the very distinct silhouette of a dreadfully thin (bald?) person reflected in the (powered-off) CRT television screen. It was peering through the open bedroom doorway, craning it’s neck around as if looking in on me. There was nothing there when I rolled over and looked behind me to the now empty doorway. Really freaked me out as I ran into the other room to find Mrs MR properly ensconced, not having moved in the last 10 mins or so.
She too saw a number of small shadowy figures over the 10 years we lived there. The house had frosted/stained internal glass windowed internal doors, and at least once a week we would see something ‘walk’ past in the hallway, often stopping at the lounge door and just stand as if looking in at us. So often, and so clearly that I used to double check all of the cupboards before locking up at nights in case of an intruder hiding out. I even became paranoid that a neighbour was sneaking in and hiding in rooms. Nothing was ever resolved. Guests too would regularly see the shapes in the hall through the lounge door glass and say ‘oh, who was that?’.
One evening whilst alone Mrs MR saw what she now laughinglycalls ‘hessian man’. It startled her in the passageway outside of the kitchen as she glanced out. ‘I can’t describe it, it just looked like a figure of a man or woman, but it was indescribable, hazy, but more visible than mist, and seemed to be rocking slightly.’
Shortly after moving into the property (again, in the passageway), I distinctly heard a girl’s voice in my right ear call ‘Moll-eeee?’, in a sing-song, beckoning, slightly mocking fashion. Our adopted cat was called Molly. (She was killed shortly after by a car speeding out front, coincidentally.) At first I thought it must have been Mrs MR in the bathroom, calling for our cat in a silly voice, yet the sound was right in my ear as if there was a girl standing next to me. Then I remembered Mrs MR wasn’t there. Have tried to tie all these down to visual and auditory hallucinations, but part of me has a ‘what if?’ feeling that maybe we sometimes experience a ‘fuzzy’ interface with other times? ie past or future occupants of a certain place may be visible, even though years apart. What if time was like a coiled slinky spring and where the coils sit close together there is some interference? So our Victorian (?) ‘fuzzy residents’ could themselves see us 21st century fuzzy residents? Or maybe it’s just the brain playing tricks, as others have said. But if there are such things as ‘ghosts’, I’d more readily believe them to be living, albeit in a different time.
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