Little Girl and Other Visitors

Heres my story one of many, all true

During my youth in the 1980s I lived with my parents in a large gate house
in Ireland. The house over the years had been added to and as a result
different parts of the house had different building techniques i.e. the new
bits where very new. There where many ghosts and many types of ghosts in
the house and gardens.

Ghost 1
My favorite was a little girl of about 7-8 years old. When I was getting
dressed or brushing my hair or tidying up she would watch me. I would see
her looking at me from the doorway corner being very timid or behind me in
the mirror I would always smile at her and sometimes say hello.
The downside was the lack of sleep. Anyone who has lived in a haunted house
knows that insomnia is a side effect not from fear but almost as if I was a
battery that need to be active so they could be.
To describe my ghost she was 31/2 foot tall with blond hair in plaits very
pretty wearing a pink knee high short sleeved dress, white knee high socks
pulled up and black shiny shoes. She enjoyed playing tricks pulling the
blankets off in the middle of the night normally at 3 am, or moving things.
When I moved to the UK at 17 by myself I talked to my Mum and Dad on a
regular basis and I enjoyed living here so much they decided to give it a
try. When they where selling the house a viewer was looking around (Normal)
When she had finished she casually said to my Mum that her daughter was
crying and siting in the bedroom next to the bathroom (my old room). My mum
was a little bit worried and ask the lady to describe the girl. The
description was the little girl I always saw. My mum never believed me and
thought perhaps one of my sisters had returned early from school. Once the
visitor left she searched the house no one was there. My Mum got a little
bit freaked and rang me to tell me what had happened. Since then she has
believed in ghosts.

Ghost 2
Funny but very annoying - This ghost loved to torment my Dad by moving
things. Cups of Coffee would disappear and the cup would turn up later the
oddest places once we found a cup in the oven. One day it moved some money
my Dad had left on the side. My dad started the normal over reaction
blaming me and two of my sisters. He tried all the normal tricks yelling
grounding no TV but no one would admit they took the money. He marched us
all into our front room. The Front room/ TV Room was separated from the
kitchen by a clear glass door. We all sat in silence then my dad started
shouting again and said well if you did not do it then the ghost did. As he
finished the kitchen door slammed shut with such force that the glass
smashed, no wind or windows open as it was the middle of winter. Dad kinda
looked worried and peeved at the same time. Worried because this was the
ghost saying don't take the mick and peeved because it was going to cost
him money to replace the glass. He open the door which was jammed shut and
walked into the kitchen, a pint of milk had been left on the side where my
dad forgot to put it back because he was too busy yelling. The milk had
gone sour, not just sour but separated into creamy stuff and cloudy water.
Next to the milk was my Dads money including more than he had lost
obviously ghost thought he better return all of it to make his point. I got
blamed for the door when I lost the tossing of a coin we could not tell my
Mum the truth as she did not believe in ghosts no matter what she saw
someone had to be blamed.

Ghost 3 or Memory
Ten year old boy in a white shirt, Grey shorts white socks around his
ankles with Dark hair would regularly run from the corner of the house
(outside) to the end and disappear.

Ghost 4
The one I really hated and he scared me- Tall dark man with laughing eyes.
I did not often see this ghost I often felt his presence the only way to
describe that awful feeling was like standing on the sea shore and being
hit with the incoming waves. The hate anger and general evil would hit you
like a wave getting stronger and stronger until you wanted to run. I would
feel terrified for ages after this happened and the other ghosts would be
very quiet almost like they where afraid of it as well. He lived in the
center of the house. That part of the house was built during the Irish
Famine the walls where 4-5 feet thick made from stone and sandy mortar. He
would stand in my parents bedroom doorway he was at least six feet tall
with big black boots high wasted trousers and a torn ragged shirt
everything seemed dirty like he was covered in soot, His face was the thing
that terrified me. He laughed but not with his mouth, his eyes would dance
in his head while his mouth remained solemn. The longest time I looked at
him was when I was stuck in place with terror no matter what I tried my
feet would not obey me. On this occasion he pointed to the floor at his
feet, when I looked there was a wedding ring not the modern type. It was
thin and the sides uneven but it glinted. As I looked the floor started
getting dark at this point my feet did move and I ran like the devil was
after me. I had no where to go except my bedroom where I got a little
religious book my Nan had given me. I sat up in bed with this tightly in my
fist all night.
My little sister also saw this ghost she was about 8 years old and wet
herself which she admitted recently, she said it was the eyes that had
scared her so much.

Ghost 5
Outside ghost - hated this one as well - The outside ghost would watch you
until you became so unhappy you went inside. We had a lovely big garden but
we could never sit outside in the summer. I was once so scared by the
watcher as I and my sisters called him that I once left through the front
garden gate and walked the circle of the house to get to the back gate to
lock up. I really did not want to walk through the garden.

Funny story-
One of my Aunts had given me this really horrible clown doll that you could
wind up and it would play a tune. I was 14 years old at the time and this
was not the kinda gift you give to someone that age. My friend had come to
visit she was sitting on my bed doing homework with me, when she noticed
the clown doll we both said how creepy it was but my aunt was visiting so
it had to be on show. We got to talking about the ghosts in my house. She
would not believe me. So the subject was dropped. Then the clown doll
started to play my friend freaked the doll was on the other side of the
room and you had to wind it up like a clockwork for it to work. Next thing
we heard giggles from the doorway. So I says stop playing tricks little
girl you are scaring Sarah in a kinda laughing voice. Well Sarah got mad
and scared at the same time because no matter what she went to say about me
playing a trick on her there was no way she could explain how the doll was
playing the tune. I think she wanted to run but she did not want to go
through the doorway. I tried calming her down but I could not stop
laughing. Eventually she left in a strop (an angry Mood for all those not
English) with me

By: OCONNEK@uk.ibm.com