I have told lots of close friends this story, but wanted to share it with the good folks at ATS, because I thought it may be of interest.
When I was very young, around 4 years old, my parents wanted to buy me a 'grown up' bed, and as luck would have it, a kind old lady down the road
had one for sale that they said we could buy for cheap, as we were 'almost neighbours'. Apparently I was overjoyed, and was very proud to be
sleeping in a big bed. Over breakfast a couple of days after receiving it, I happily told mum and dad that a nice man had sat by the bed each night
and read me a story, which my parents thought was another way of me expressing how excited about the whole thing I was, making up more and more
stories about my awesome new piece of furniture.
But it happened again, and again. Every morning in fact, to the point where I was able to describe the chap to them, as an old friendly man who wore a
blue cap. He winked and smiled kindly at me, I said.
After a few days, my parents started to get a little unnerved by the whole thing, but was still treated like a bit of a joke. Until they mentioned the
story to the lady we brought the bed from. She went pale, and told them that her dad had died in that bed, and he always used to wear his blue cap
when he went to sleep.
Naturally the bed was whisked away quickly, and replaced with a new one, the old being dumped unceremoniously at a council tip.
Considering my age at the time, and that I have no memory of the situation, it would seem odd to think that the story was made up by my parents, they
would have had no reason to do so that I can figure out. All I can remember is sleeping in my parents bed for a while, and being a little upset that I
couldnt go in my room - I assume this was the time.
Its a nice spooky story eh