In 1965 when my mum was about five, she was playing in her grandma's bedroom. She was messing around at the bottom of the bed and for some unknown reason, she looked up. And standing at the bottom of the bed, was the figure of a man with a strange smell emanating from him. He was wearing a black jacket with a white shirt and a dark coloured tie and he had dark trousers on.
My mum shouted, "Who are you?" but the man didn't answer. So she started running downstairs screaming for her mum and her grandma, and told them both about the man she saw. As she told them he started walking down the stair, but they couldn't see him, however my mum's brother and her cousin could see him. Her grandma asked my mum what he looked like, and so she described him. He was stood at the bottom of the stairs with his hand on the post. As my mum finished describing him, her grandma shouted out, "I think it's James!" and as she shouted that out, he started walking back up the stairs.
My mum and her brother chased after him, and as they got to the top of the stairs her brother pushed my mum and she fell, and to try to stop herself from falling she tried to grab the man's leg. But her hand fell straight through him. Shortly after this, he disappeared. A couple of weeks later, my mum was sleeping at her grandma's and she woke up in the middle of the night. And sitting at the bottom of the bed, was the same man. She shouted for her grandma but the time she got to my mums room, the man had gone again.
My mum has never seen him again, however she has smelt him. I know it sounds strange but this man was my mums granddad, he also happened to be a male nurse and back in them days they used this horrid smelling soap called, carbolic soap, this is what she always smelled. My mum had never met her granddad; he had died when her mum was only a child.
Thank you for reading.
Amibear x
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