Lots of 2nd hand stories here, has nobody ever actually seen one themselves? Iām an entirely rational person who doesnāt believe in ghosts but Iāve definitely seen a ghost.
I was staying at my nanās house in Dundee when I was about 12.or 13. It was a 300ish-year old detached cottage. There was a small annex bedroom off the master bedroom, just big enough for a single bed and a bedside table and a window, with a crawlspace cupboard taking up most of the rest of the room, it was painted dusky pink and had a load of old dolls on the bedside table. Iād stayed in this room a few times throughout my childhood but only when the house was otherwise full, it was a bit small. And creepy.
Bored one evening I remembered that my Aunties old toys (including a 6-Million Dollar Man action figure with bionic eye!) were stored somewhere in the house, and I thought they might be in that crawlspace. The crawlspace was a dark cupboard that you could stick your head and shoulders into, it extended about 6ā under the eaves to the external wall of the house. Pitch blackā¦
As I was rooting through the boxes and bags I felt my neck prickle and knew I was being watched. I looked to my left, into the back of the cupboard, towards where the external wall should have been. There was another room. The same as the room I was in but a mirror image, as if it was a semi detached house and I was looking through a hole in the wall, window in the same place etc. There was yellowy light coming through thin curtains over the window.
The other room had bare floorboards, a rug, a side table with flowers, and a high backed old fashioned chair facing away from me. In that chair was sitting a very old woman, looking back at me over her shoulder, over the back of the chair. I vividly remember she was wearing a old hat with feathers in it which I thought made her look like a native American but Iāve since recognised as 1920s, flapper style.
I fucking panicked, I shot out of the cupboard. Took a breath and thought ānah, surely notāā¦ and I leaned back in. Same room, same woman, but this time she was right up at the hole / window / gap in the wall, looking at me at the same angle I was looking at her, about 6ā away from me. Smiling.
I bolted downstairs. My mum was in the kitchen and I scared her, I was pute white and panicking. I told her what Iād seen and she got my uncles to go up and check the room, but the cupboard was obviously just a normal cupboard. No mirror in there, which would be the rational explanation whenever I think back about it. I never slept in that room again.
My aunt has since told me that she occasionally used to sleep in that room when she was younger, until she woke up to feel the sheets being pulled off her from the foot of the bed. She never slept in there again either.
