Allow me to share my favourite ghostly experience, and make of this what you will.
I had bought a new home and it was moving day, my mum was installed at my new place whilst I was ferrying boxes of my stuff from hers.
Delivery of my new double bed, washing machine and fridge from a local furniture store all safely in place.
Mum said “I’ll put your new bedding on now your bed is here” so she opened a brand new duvet, pillows and asked me which bedding set I wanted on. She put brand new bedding into the brand new bed, you get the picture. Whilst she was straightening the finished bed, she ran her hands over a sewing needle and dismissed it as being accidentally left in the bedding from the factory it came from.
She told me and the needle was placed onto the mantle piece.
The following weekend and I’ve stripped my bed, done the washing and I’m making my bed again. So later I get into the same bedding and there was something inside my pillow. I thought it might be a little twig as there was trees and shrubs in my garden and I’d line dried my bedding, I put my hand inside the pillow to find another needle! A little strange, I put it with the first one on the mantle.
The following Saturday I’m busy, as you are when you’ve been at work all week, running up and down stairs with the vacuum cleaner, emptying bins, bringing down laundry, you know how it is. Now I need to tell you that my stairs ran from my dining room, open plan and I had some tongue and groove wall panels that came up to dado height ( I think it’s called wainscotting) these panels went up the stairs in the side that didn’t have a bannister. I had done downstairs, and that had included wiping a damp cloth over the top of the wainscoting, where it had a lip about 4cm.
I’m coming downstairs for the umpteenth time and there right in front of me is another needle!
No way was it ther half an hour previous when I had wiped the lip of that wainscoting!
So I tell my mum and we referred to the needle ghost.
Here comes the mysterious bit. A few years later and I’m moving out of my lovely house and emptying a smallish cupboard that was by the back door. I’d only got some folding garden chairs in the cupboard and some old curtains, there wasn’t much room as it was where the wall mounted boiler was and I pick up an old tin, a really old tin, that I didn’t recognise. Inside the tin was some unfinished embroidery.
Like a good movie, I’m not quite finished......so I decided that this embroidery was what my Needle ghost had been trying to get me to finish, later that night I look at it properly and realise it’s quite complicated, no paper plan to work from so I’ll finish it when I’m more in the right frame of mind and not on the weekend I’m moving away from the town I’d always called home. I pack the embroidery in the tin and the tin into a box in the living room.
A few weeks later I’m nicely settled into my new place and I realise I’ve never unpacked the embroidery, the last time I saw it was at the old house (which was old)
I wonder if it didn’t want to leave.
Btw, I still claim to be a skeptic as this is not proof of ghosts but it is a great story to tell. I do promise that every word of this is true.