The lady is back and doesn't like what you are doing

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Said my 4 year old when we were alone in the house.

The lady was getting cross at me. She doesn't think I am a good housekeeper or that I clean my windows enough (TBF I can't argue with either point).

All that could be my 4 year old projecting or something he overheard. Only he went on to say that she visits lots and says that Mrs McClarkson (I think) thinks I am a hussy because my front yard is a mess (cracked paving / missing gate). The lady said it was shameful. She doesn't like my running leggings either.

I have no idea where he would have picked up the word hussy and I don't think I know anyone who would use shameful. Or, anyone who would be that interested in the front garden or windows. Or who Mrs McClarkson is.

He then lost interest and decided to start telling me about his favourite crayon.

I'm being judged by a spirit.

I used to live in a house in Bromley which was built in 1893. In the 1901 census two families lived there, including a woman of about my age who was a laundress at the time.

I used to imagine her marvelling at the washing machine and judging my slovenliness when there was a pile of laundry or clean clothes got crumpled and were not nicely ironed. Quite a few odd/unsettling things happened there. It felt so much like there was a presence at times that I used to say "Hello!" and "Goodbye!" to the house even when I was the first to come in/last to leave.

Love this.

My daughter used to talk at length about a Mr Creedy and how much he disapproved of my decorating choices, clothing and hair. To this day I have no idea who Mr Creedy is, but I still resent him for bitching about my wallpaper.

When my daugter was about 18 months and in her high chair in the kitchen, I was spooning her food to her when she looked right over my shoulder and beamed a huge smile and giggles "at whoever was behind me". I jumped round to see who it was and there was nobody there, at least not someone visible to me. She scared the shit out of me.

😆😆 @ can only sensitive people see it?

Its Paranormal I think its under.

Back in 1976 when my cousin was about 1 years old she kept talking of the "nice old lady with blue eyes by my cot". Anyhoo, years later she was looking at old photo albums with her sisters and my Aunt and pointed at a lady saying "That's my nice old lady"
It was a photo of our Great Grandmother who had died in 1975. She had had blue eyes and, in life, was an absolute Diamond . I loved her very much.

I took a selfie of with my son when he was little and behind us in the photo is a white hazy face

It was my birthday and I felt really sad for some reason! Very odd day.

But he used to wave and smile or sometimes randomly burst into tears when he looked over my shoulder.

Mrs McClarkson is a nosy, fussy bitch. Now..could you persuade your son to convey this message to her?

😂

Not many 'Hussies' on CBeebies?!
That's a strange one, @HotDogsJumpingFrogsILoveTurkey
When our DS was little {Three} he used to say ''There's a man in my room''

There absolutely wasn't.

But your son coming out with words like ''Hussy''?
Very strange.

I had an elderly neighbour once, and my friend parked outside her house when visiting..
the old lady came and pounded on my door asking for friend to move her car {There were plenty of other parking spaces} and no one has a right to the space outside their house.
We said we wouldn't be moving the car as no need.
The neighbour said ''I always thought you were nasty girls! look at your skirts!''
{M&S black leggings with thigh length skirts}...The old lady thought they were ''Hussyish!'''{But she didn't use that word}

I found one called The Unexplained - after I tuned in on the right level, of course. (It's under Other Stuff, right at the bottom 😅) I think that might be it.

A ghost calling you a hussy is so so funny to me. Hussy is a great word.

I wonder what Mrs McClarkson would think about being discussed on Mumsnet.

Well 'Hussey' is the sort of thing Mrs Mangel would say. You don't live in Erinsborough at all?

A brazen hussy 😆 that's what my gran would say you looked like if your skirt was too short, or your lipstick too red 💄 👄 😆

Growing up I used to hear the word hussy in a different context. Some people used to say instead of my sister say our hussy but haven't heard it said in years and it wasn't said in our house.

😂🙌

where is this forum please?

www.mumsnet.com/talk/the_unexplained Not actually named the woo forum but this is the one I meant @😬

Pre-school age, my sister made up an imaginary friend who featured in her play. Adults thought it was cute until IF took over the household. First time she said IF was coming to dinner, she persuaded Mum to set a place for him. Soon we were not allowed to sit on chairs he was already sitting on and IF was demanding stories and turns on my bike. We all grew to hate IF .

It seems pretty believable that there may be a presence.

Many years ago working class women were expected to sweep their doorsteps a few times a day, not have their legs on display and take pride in the front of their properties. A husky was a commonly used insult but doesn't carry quite the same meaning as it does today. It sounds to me like turn of the century speak, if not earlier.

It does seem like someone who isn't in touch with modern day life is judging you!

I would say clearly and loudly in each room "Go away, you're not welcome here, your time is over on Earth."

I think children sense much more than adults do.

Exactly 😂

TV, books, overheard someone talking about similar.
There's no such thing as ghosts.

I think hussy is used regionally for a bit of a slatern. It's dated, but it's something my Great Aunts from the Midlands would have said in the 70s.

When I was about 5 or 6, a "man" used to stand by my bed and say horrible things about me to my soft toys. I never saw him because I would hide under the covers, and I couldn't understand what he was saying, as it was in the language of the country we were living in at the time, which I didn't speak. I expect he was calling me a hussy too!

On a much nicer note, my own 5 yr old has told me on two occasions that my (dead long before she was born) father sent her to me to look after me. Not sure I believe in that sort of thing really, but it is a very nice thought.