milk23
Ephemeral Spectre
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- Mar 4, 2004
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I just heard after something like 38 years of not hearing it that a long time ago in the house I grew up in my sister, who was around 3 at the time walked from the bathroom into my mother's bedroom one morning and said 'there's a man in the bathroom'.
This was met with 'no there isn't, your dad has gone to work', to which my sister replied, 'it isn't dad, it's a man with dirty hands', and with this statement she mimicked a fella flicking bits off his fingers (not unlike a painter and decorator would you see... so the story goes). With this, my mother suddenly felt chills and surmised that it was her recently deceased father (my sister's grandfather).
My sister apparently wanted to take my mother into the other room to show her that what she said was true, but my mother refused to go. My grandfather as a builder and an all round manually skilled fella did indeed have perpetual dirty hands and used to flick the bits off in the not uncommon manner my sister pantomimed. This obviously put quite the dent in our mother's manners because she refused to go anywhere near the bathroom for the rest of that day.
My sister is a trifle skittish these days and we often have to steer her away from talk of spirits and ghosts etc as it effects her for some time after. I think this is the reason I have never before in all my life heard this tale. By the reaction of my mum the other day when the story finally received an airing I figure it was a particularly spooky moment.
My eyes lit up with this tale I can tell you... ding dong
This was met with 'no there isn't, your dad has gone to work', to which my sister replied, 'it isn't dad, it's a man with dirty hands', and with this statement she mimicked a fella flicking bits off his fingers (not unlike a painter and decorator would you see... so the story goes). With this, my mother suddenly felt chills and surmised that it was her recently deceased father (my sister's grandfather).
My sister apparently wanted to take my mother into the other room to show her that what she said was true, but my mother refused to go. My grandfather as a builder and an all round manually skilled fella did indeed have perpetual dirty hands and used to flick the bits off in the not uncommon manner my sister pantomimed. This obviously put quite the dent in our mother's manners because she refused to go anywhere near the bathroom for the rest of that day.
My sister is a trifle skittish these days and we often have to steer her away from talk of spirits and ghosts etc as it effects her for some time after. I think this is the reason I have never before in all my life heard this tale. By the reaction of my mum the other day when the story finally received an airing I figure it was a particularly spooky moment.
My eyes lit up with this tale I can tell you... ding dong