When I was in high school, our house was fairly old, probably from the 1850s or so. It had been divided into two halves. The landlady lived in one half, and my family and I lived in the other. One evening, my mother and I were going through some coats in a closet adjacent to the staircase going upstairs. I happened to glance up the stairs and saw what I can only describe as a man-shaped greyish-black shadow slowly ascending.
I paused…I wasn’t sure whether to say something or not, but I suddenly blurted out, “I think I saw someone just go up the stairs!” My mother, who is much braver than I, raced up the steps and whilst I waited anxiously below, she came back to report she actually caught up with the shadow-figure, as I had described. Apparently it had walked into her bedroom and vanished into the closet-wall, which was between her room and mine.
We knew at one time that the two rooms had been one much larger room. Perhaps the ghost was just going about his daily business. My mother got more of an impression from the figure than I did, she said it was an older white-haired man. Jumpy and spooked, I got no sleep at all that night.
A few weeks later, my mother had stopped by the landlady’s house to drop something off. She noticed a photograph of a man, who looked exactly like the ghost man that we both saw—it turned out to be the elderly uncle of the landlady, who had lived in our part of the house for many many years. Clearly he wasn’t quite ready to depart this world for whatever comes next.
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