I absolutely love stories like this.
I’m from Liverpool & Tom Slemen has written some brilliant Haunted Liverpool books, they’re spooky even if you have never been to the city before.
I’m sure I’ve told my scary story before but I’ll tell it again.
When I was about 8/10 years old the local youth club had a fun day on (Summer) I was sitting on the grass waiting for my
turn on the trampolines.
When out of nowhere a man who looked like a throwback to the 70s/80s was sitting there, I’d say early 20s, longish hair (70/80s style) with wine coloured lenses glasses on.
He wasn’t there when I’d sat down because I wouldn’t have sat near a random man, I’d never seen him before & I was always at the youth club.
Anyway, I didn’t feel threatened at all & he smiled & said “How is your dad?” I just assumed he must’ve known him, so I said he’s fine, he then asked how my mum was & I replied she’s fine too. He then said “tell your dad to stop worrying, I’m ok, tell him I was asking about him” so I just nodded then it was my turn for the trampoline.
The trampoline was about 5 meters away. Once I climbed on it & turned around the man was gone including the little deck chair.
That afternoon I went home & told my dad about the man & what he’d said. He scratched his head thinking of who it could be. He described all of his mates & none of them matched up so he chalked it up to someone he must know & that was that.
Years later me & my mum & dad were going through the photo album & got to a picture of a man in his early 20s, I instantly knew it was that man on the youth club field so I said, That’s the feller who was speaking to me about you dad when I was at the youth club.
Him & my mums face dropped, it turned out it was my dads younger brother who had been killed tragically before I was born. He’d been run over in his early 20s. My dad couldn’t believe it & I’ll never get over the look of shock when I told him that was the man.
That’s the one story that made me believe there’s something after life.
Sorry for the long story.