Tanglebones
Justified & Ancient
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Just a little story that some of you might be interested to hear.
We live at the inner end of a terrace off a pre-First World War street. Unlike most of the other houses around here, we are lucky enough to have a garden. It's actually the site of two houses which were damaged by bombs in the Second World War, Hull being one of the most heavily bombed cities in the UK. Anyhow, whoever owned our house at the time bought the land and converted it into a garden. It's a large plot, extending to the side and rear of our house; sort of an 'L' shape. It's surrounded on three sides by high walls and on the fourth it has a fence. All of the old paths and gateways (now bricked up) are visible.
A bit of a long winded introduction, but bear with me.
A few years ago, my eldest daughter, Rebecca, would often come into the house after playing in the garden, and tell us of the 'people' she had watched walking in and out of the bricked up gateways.
Two evenings ago, I was sat out with my youngest daughter Erin who is aged 10, when she suddenly said to me, 'Oh! Someone's just said hello to me'. I asked her what she meant and she said, 'Someone just said 'hello'. It was probably somebody in the passage (*she meant the other side of the rear wall*)'. I told her that there was no-one in the passage and she then simply said, quite matter of factly, 'Oh, it must've been a ghost then', and then carried on talking about something else as if nothing had happened.
Okay, so it's not an amazing story, but interesting nonetheless.
We live at the inner end of a terrace off a pre-First World War street. Unlike most of the other houses around here, we are lucky enough to have a garden. It's actually the site of two houses which were damaged by bombs in the Second World War, Hull being one of the most heavily bombed cities in the UK. Anyhow, whoever owned our house at the time bought the land and converted it into a garden. It's a large plot, extending to the side and rear of our house; sort of an 'L' shape. It's surrounded on three sides by high walls and on the fourth it has a fence. All of the old paths and gateways (now bricked up) are visible.
A bit of a long winded introduction, but bear with me.
A few years ago, my eldest daughter, Rebecca, would often come into the house after playing in the garden, and tell us of the 'people' she had watched walking in and out of the bricked up gateways.
Two evenings ago, I was sat out with my youngest daughter Erin who is aged 10, when she suddenly said to me, 'Oh! Someone's just said hello to me'. I asked her what she meant and she said, 'Someone just said 'hello'. It was probably somebody in the passage (*she meant the other side of the rear wall*)'. I told her that there was no-one in the passage and she then simply said, quite matter of factly, 'Oh, it must've been a ghost then', and then carried on talking about something else as if nothing had happened.
Okay, so it's not an amazing story, but interesting nonetheless.
