Morning!!
I found this whilst sorting through my collection yesturday and thought you may like to read it. It's only a little one this time!
'I have a close relative, who owns a private school in the West Country... In the Autumn of 2002, business took my wife and I down to Exeter: naturally we enquired whether, it being Half Term, we might stay at the school. The answer being in the affirmative, we duly arrived at the monolithic Napoleonic pile at around tea-time. You should know: it is a long climb up four flights of steep stairs to the top of the house: this is where our bedroom was located!
While my wife renewed acquaintances with the family, I undertook the arduous climb with the bags..... At the top of the stairs is a corridor: there are bedrooms to the front and left: ours was on the left. Entering, I placed the luggage on the floor and turned to leave, in time to see a Nurse cross from the top of the stairs into the facing bedroom: she turned her entirely agreeable face to me and smiled! I of course smiled back at the unexpected neighbour!
Returning downstairs, I enquired of our host who the other guest on the top floor might be. Barry (for that is his name!) evinced surprise and perplexity! I described my encounter: Barry's normally ruddy complexion grew somewhat pale...... After a second or two's reflection, our host informed me that the school had been a hospital during the First World War, and that I had described with total accuracy the uniforms worn by the nursing staff: this he could vouch for, since he had a photograph taken at the time. Barry went to find the faded sepia print, returning triumphantly after a minute or two's searching. Of course, you have guessed the rest! There, among a group of nurses was the young lady I had encountered just a short time before!'
From Mousqetaire
A kind of 'typical' ghost story from a hightly intelligent and articulate man, which makes it all the more compelling.......
Hammy x x x