ghost story 8
This next story involves both me and Karen, and takes us to when our son was two years old. Sadly my mum died the month after he turned two, and it was a very hard time for us all. It really hit me hard, and I felt lost without my mum there, Karen also felt her loss deeply, as she had been very close to her. On top of coping with her own grief, Karen was trying to comfort me the best she could and it was not an easy task, I was inconsolable.
We still had three children to care for and it was a very hard time for us. Five months after my mum died, I broke my arm. As our son was in the habit of coming into our bed at night, we put the spare single bed in our room so I could sleep without fear of knocking my arm. I felt no better in myself, I missed my mum and went to sleep every night wishing I could see her again.
One particular night, Karen woke with an eerie feeling, she looked over to where I was in the single bed and couldn't believe her eyes. There, was the figure of a lady, bent down looking at me, she seemed full of concern and looked as though she was making sure I was ok. The lady was not as clear as Karen would have liked her to be, as she couldn't quite make out who it was. As Karen watched, I woke up, and I jumped with fright, in the darkness I could see a face peering down at me, and then it was gone. It was as though my fear had scared her away.
Again this was something we had both seen, and so there was no other explanation for it, we had seen a ghost. We both felt that it could have been my mum, coming to give me some reassurance. She could also have been trying to give me strength, as my dad had been worrying us, he couldn't handle life without his wife, and about a month later, seven months after we had lost my mum, my dad also died.
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