posted on Jul, 30 2008 @ 04:00 PM
I have a few stories i would like to relate, by nature i am a reserved character and to tell tales of spooks and the wierd to people irl is not my
forte, but seeing as i am under the cloak of anominity provided by the web there are a few things i would like to get off my chest.
The first relates to the chalk man, when i was around 5-6yrs old i remember waking one night to find a ederly man sitting next to my bed, i wasn't
afraid of this apparition as his face was kindly and his first words were "how are you little man", i sat up and we talked for a while,he asking
about myself and the family and me responding in the normal 5-6yr old manner, the reason i call him the chalk man is due to the fact that he was just
a faint chalky outline, we talked for a while and then i heard someone stiring in the next room, i turned to him to tell him "shush my mum is
waking" and he had gone, just as my mother opened the door and turned on the light, she asked who i was talking too and i just replied the chalk man,
she gave the usual mother response, you know , "don't be daft" go to sleep, "your waking your bloody father" etc, so i went back to sleep, in the
classic ghost tale cliche, it wasn't until i found old family photo's that i identified the old man as my grandad on my fathers side who had died
well before i was born, what is more intriuging is that during a drunken chat with my brother and sister 25yrs later that we all discovered that we
had been visited by grandad, the only difference being that my brothers sighting was a full apparition, my sisters a translucent and mine an
My second relates to the angry ghost, again the same house i was slightly older, this part i only found out about during that same drunken chat with
my siblings, the house had a plauge of re-accuring red crosses, small blemishes that would appear in odd places, they could be wiped off but would
re-appear in a different place, according to my brother it drove my father mad and he would blame my sister and her lipstick, but my brother always
suspected that my dad knew more.
One night while i was in bed, which was a small box room, about the length and width of the bed, i slept with my feet towards the door, i awoke it was
pitch black which scared me as the landing light was usually on so the light came under the door, i sat there planning my next move which was to run
to my mums room, but then i felt a wind blow into my face coming directly through the door,( as i recount this i am physically shaking and casting
glances at my door now, i am a middle aged man who has not been scared for many years, yet i shake like that child of 8.)
So there i am in bed looking in the direction of the door feeling the wind in my face, at that point the door flies open, there is just enough light
from the landing window to know the door is open, i'm staring at the doorway trying to make out my mum my dad anybody and then she comes at me, a
lady in a wedding dress full flowing floating off the ground no legs and a face of pure anguish she is silently screaming at me, no voice no sound,
just mouth open and screaming, the only clear detail was the necklace she was wearing, with a small red cross pendant.
i passed out and fell off the bed, the noise woke other members of my family and i was hysterical for hours, shortly after that i was sent to boarding
school as a full boarder for 2 years, my parents divorced, my mother was sectioned and my siblings left home, no one in the family talks about the
crosses or the white lady.