Another to try

[Dave]

For a while I lived in a small cottage in a very dark unlit country lane adjoining some fields in Moonfleet. I always slept with the curtains open. One night I was woken by a significant rustling in the room. I looked at the window and got my bearings. On the left is the wardrobe then the door. Hang on do that again. Window, wardrobe, door but what's that other shape there, which seems to be where the noise is coming from. Crikee ! A ghost. A tall figure was stood with its full length cloak swishing and a large brimmed hat hiding its features. (There are several images that match it but probably the most accessible would be the trade mark of Sandeman port). I decided that I must be dreaming. Although no words were spoken I understood that to prove that this was no dream the image of my lounge was portrayed (in my mind) and the portrait I had hanging on the wall was tipped up so that it was no longer level. Mmmmmm don't think I'll go and check now I'll wait till the morning and buried my head under the duvet. I checked in the morning and there was the picture jammed off centre. Scary. So maybe it wasn't a dream. In another location on another night the same figure appeared to a friend. We held a séance and found out that it was my dad – the details of why he'd appeared don't need to be repeated here. A few weeks later I'm awoken again by something moving on the gravel path outside. It was followed by a rubbing sound by the door and heavy breathing or sighing. It went on for sometime. There is no way I'm going to check it out at this moment I'm staying under the duvet. The next day one of the near neighbours asked whether I'd heard anything in the night. Oh, what was that I sheepishly asked? One of the cows had got out of the field and was running up and down the path rubbing her neck on my porch !