The man on the stairs |
One summer I was living with some very good friends whilst in between selling one property and moving into another. They lived in a fairly modern house, yet during many visits over the previous couple of years I had sensed a ‘coldness’ on the stairs that neither I, nor they could explain other than the usual drafts, or open windows, but we never thought anything more about it.
During this summer I offered my services as a child-sitter to their 5-year old boy on several occasions while I was living with them; I felt it was the least I could do as they were allowing me to stay for so many weeks. They were all uneventful until one night, for the first time, they stayed out past midnight. At about 12.30am the little boy started calling for water, so I came out of the lounge into the kitchen to pour some for him and I felt something very cold behind me, I turned around and saw nothing. Then when I came out of the kitchen into the hallway, there on the stairs was what looked to me like an old man, standing about halfway up the stairs. My first thought was that someone had broken in, but even while I was thinking it and searching my mind for what to do he just simply disappeared right in front of my eyes. I was still standing there with my mouth open in surprise minutes later when my friends arrived back home.
The apparition never appeared again to either me or my friends, but I know what I saw, perhaps he was just passing through on his way to the other side. Lesley, Berkshire.
