Ghost Trilogy 1
THE WATCHFUL GHOST


This is a true story as allot of my friends and family would tell you.

Let me take you back to 1989 when I was in primary school and living with my 
parents and my older brother and sister. As long as I can remember my family 
seem to always have paranormal activity going on in the house we are living in 
and seems to follow us to the next house. Thank the lord this was to be the 
last house, or so I thought. 

It all started when I was at school one day and I was playing with the younger 
year school group and I saw (what looked like) the end of a very long black 
cape go past the classroom window. As far as I new I was the only one who saw 
this. Thinking nothing of it I never mentioned it again. The strange thing 
was, after my experience I saw the end of the cape a few more times but only at 
school. Then this (so called) black cape I then saw again as I was walking down 
an old railway track, now starting to get a bit scarred I then told my mum. 
She said not to worry about it, but that if it was something, she would keep 
and eye out. 
Anyway, a few weeks went past and I started to forget about it until one 
night I was in my room. I had a little black and white tv on a seat by my bedroom 
door. The tv had little knobs that you had turn to get to each channel. I must 
of been sat infront of it for about 5 minuets trying to find a channel, which 
was strange because I had never had trouble finding a channel before. Then my 
brother came and stood in the door way and started chatting to me. I wasn't 
really looking at him just talking to him but at the same time trying to sort 
out my tv. Then when I did look at him (as my brother describes) I when as 
white as a sheet and had a terrified look on my face. What I was looking at was a 
black figure. No face just covered from head to toe in black. It was 
terrifying and just behind my brothers shoulder. I screamed at the top of my longs 
and as you can imagine scared the shit out of my brother. As I screamed this black 
figure went and it looked like it went into my sisters bedroom (next to 
mine). My brother didn't believe in ghosts until that night. I can't remember much 
more about that night but I was only 9. Few weeks past and I was having a 
sleep over at my house with two of my friends. My friend Amy and myself were on my 
bed having a really good laugh and my friend Nicola was sat at the bottom of 
my bed talking to us with her back to my open bedroom door, when I saw the 
black figure again in the doorway looking right at me. Even though it had no face 
I new it was looking at me. As I screamed it disappeared again, as if 
screaming at it was scarring it in some way or disappearing because I was scarred 
of it. Not much more was said about it as not many people would have believed a 9 
year old girl being haunted by a black figure but talking to my mum about it 
seemed to help. 
My mum suggested that it was trying to get my attention or just looking out 
for me as it didn't seem to want to hurt me but I really didn't like it either 
way as I dought many people would have. After that a few more little things 
happened such as, 
One night when I was sent to bed, the rest of my family were down stairs. I 
got into bed and with my door open I went to sleep. I woke up to the feeling of 
the end of my duvet being lifted up to reveal my feet. Being frozen with fear 
I lay as I only could (frozen) and felling the same thing a few more times. 
Even though this was the type of trick my brother would of pulled I new that he 
couldn't of done this because even the slightest of movement would of made 
the floor boards creek as the house dates back to the 17th century when it was a 
public house. All I remember after that was waking up the next morning 
feeling so glad that it was morning. 
On my 16th birthday I had a friend staying over. That night when I was in the 
bathroom I heard her talking to someone. I left the bathroom and walked into 
my bedroom expecting to find someone else with her but all I saw was her 
looking quiet shaken. When she calmed down she said she saw a black figure 
walking out of the bathroom and across the landing. As she thought it was me she 
started talking to me but when I didn't walk into the bedroom she walked out onto 
the landing to see where I was but I was still in the bathroom. After that 
night any one of my friends who stayed the night always saw something when they 
were left one there own. Who knows it may of been the black figure checking up 
on them. When I turned 18 I was with a friend of mine in there house and one of 
there neighbours walked in. As me and the neighbour got talking he just asked 
me where I was from and I mentioned my parents house. He then asked me if I 
had herd of the ghost that use to haunt the house and seemed to look after the 
children that were there before we moved in? being so shocked that it wasn't 
just me going mad and that the ghost was real I said "no I havant"  I then he 
told me that before my house was a pub it was a monastery and that the black 
figure that haunted the house was infact a monk...........

well writing that story has brought back some memories and believe me when I 
say That isn't the only ghost story from my past and Im only 25. email me if 
you have any questions vixen_vamp8@hotmail.com