Your True Tales
June 2003 – Page 27

Three Ghostly Tales
by Emily

When I was six years old, my family and I holidayed in Jersey, an island part of the Channel Islands. On one particular day, we visited the German Underground hospital, a place that vaguely sticks in my mind. It was white with a plain red cross and the front. It was very dark and humid inside filled with memorabilia from the war. At six, I did not really understand the place and I think just though of it as another boring museum. Halfway through however I got scared and my mum had to take me out immediately because I made such a fuss. On a discussion with my parents of past holidays recently the subject came up. My parents could still remember the situation in which I apparently screamed and shouted repeatedly to take me out of there because there were too many dead people. Because of this discovery, I researched online to find out more about the hospital, which had shook, me so much as a child. During the Second World War, in 1941, Berlin ordered the Channel Islands to be 'impregnable' to other forces and so work began on an underground fortress where a full army division would be safe from land, air and sea attacks. Forced prisoners in the Organization Todt built the hospital, which was never finished. The workers had twelve-hour days in dangerous conditions. During this hellish process in which amazing amounts of injuries occurred a few unfortunate people were killed. Perhaps at six, this is what I had noticed.

This story takes place in a rented house in Leeds, England. When I was eight my family and I moved to Leeds to be closer to family and while we looked for a house we rented a Victorian house which had three stories. On the first floor, which seemed to be underground from the front of the house, though was not from the back, were the kitchen and two inaccessible garages. Upstairs was the living room and spare room and on the top floor were the bathroom and two bedrooms. During the three months we rented the house my brother and I shared a room. There were two beds in our room; a campout bed and a huge double bed. The campout bed was opposite the door, which was at the top of the stairs. On my first night there, I agreed to sleep in the campout bed however did not sleep; at 3:30 a.m., give or take a few minutes, I looked to the top of the stairs where a small girl was stood. She wore a white nightgown, which had embroidery at the wrists, neck and hem. She had blonde hair, which hit a bit past her shoulders and was slightly wavy. She was about my height at the time. Scared, I used the typical child method, or at least my typical method that was to shut my eyes as tight as possible and hope it would go away. I told my mum the next night and after promising not to tell my brother so I did not scare him, I was told I could sleep in the double bed from then on. In the double bed, I was no happier; I had nightmares throughout the night, which until a few nights ago came close to the scariest I have ever had. The next night I resumed to sleeping in the campout bed. At the same time, I woke up and saw the girl. During the three months there I got very little sleep; worrying my parents to no end. The time was always around 3-4AM in the morning and I never saw the front of her face. Until recently, my brother did not know of this however, the topic came up in a recent discussion. I insisted to my mum that I had seen a ghost in that house and that I was certain of this. My brother asked what I was talking about. I began to describe the girl; her bare feet, white dressing gown but before I had finished my brother interrupted with "blonde hair, past shoulder length. Quite pale skin?" My mum sat in absolute shock; on the one night my brother had slept in the other bed he too had woken up, at around 3:20AM and had seen the same little girl.

The last story was the most recent and happened only about 4 nights ago, the first occurrence in a long time.

A few nights ago, I had decided to take an early night and went to bed at around 9PM. I went to sleep quite fast for me as I usually have mild insomnia problems. I had an unpleasant nightmare, in which I was ten years old again and on a tour of a mountain (at the bottom of the mountain) and the mountain began crumbling to the floor. The cause of this in my dream was unknown at this point in the dream. I suffered through the crumbling as my family protected me. I did however, lose my shoes. As the dream neared a close, my family and I had finally escaped the mountains and were on a boardwalk at nighttime. I mentioned that I had lost my shoes during the ordeal to my mum who (as you do) had rescued the shoes. As I reached out for them, they feel into the ocean by accident. I went into the ocean without a thought to get the shoes. I got the first quickly and could still see the second one under the water. Swimming deeper I neared the ocean floor where the sand was literally burned in occultist's patterns. It was at this point when it became clear in the dream that these people were the cause of the mountain and the reason was that they were looking for the girl whom they would sacrifice. At this point, I could also sense within my dream that this was a dream and I was not by this point me anymore but within the body of a girl from around the 1940s. Nevertheless, I grabbed the shoe and thought that I was glad we had beaten these people. As I began to swim back upwards, I saw a man underwater with a long black coat that smiled. Although I could not see the man behind me, or the spear he shot through me or even feel any pain from it, I saw blood in the water and knew I had just been killed. As I floated to the top I realized the parents would find the body now and all of their hard work to protect the girl in the dream would be in vain. Before I reached the top however I awoke. I looked around the room, as one tends to do after a nightmare to check everyone was OK. Next to my mirror stood a little girl who played a recorder and looked something like me as a child. I played recorder as a child, which perhaps somewhat explained the resemblance I saw. I stared at the girl for around 15 seconds and then as she began to turn towards me, I shut my eyes and did not open them for about five minutes. When I finally dared to look again the girl was gone. This happened at about 3:45 (awaking from the dream), as when I turned on the TV as a light source afterwards it was 4AM. I'm still not sure if it was a ghost or what it was in my room but even as I'm writing this on my computer, which is in front of my mirror I occasionally check behind me, just in case.

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