I do "believe" in ghosts...because I have seen a few! However, this story was told to me many years ago, by my then boyfriends mother. I have never forgotten it, nor will I ever forget the look on her face as she related it.
Harry was born in Germany, of German parents, in 1949. They were living with Harry's grandparents in a small village in East Germany while his father was away in the army. One evening Harry's mother had put him to bed - he was about six months old - and had gone back downstairs. Sometime later, she went to check on him. As she walked into the room, she saw a dark figure, appearing to come through the wall. She was obviously terrified but grabbed the sleeping Harry from his crib and ran downstairs with him. She told her father what she had seen but when he went to investigate there was nothing there.
A short time later they heard a commotion coming from the house next door. As they listened they heard screaming and crying. Harry's grandfather went and knocked to see what was wrong and if they could help in any way.
It would appear that the people next door had put their daughter to bed upstairs as usual. A while later the child cried out for her daddy. He went up to her and she seemed upset, as if she had had a bad dream....about a man coming through the wall to get her. She asked for a drink of water so he went downstairs to fetch her one. When he went back upstairs he found the little girl dead....her neck was broken.
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I had a ghost...well a guardian angel or something....but no violence - just watching out for me as they do. Lucky for me or I'd have been hit by a car at 17.
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