* Sent in by Lucy Coles
My parents separated when I was very young, and I’d often fall asleep in my mother’s bed with the lights on because I hated the dark. Once I was sound asleep, Mum would carry me to my own bed where I’d generally sleep peacefully till morning.
One night though, I woke up to find myself in my own room, in my own bed, in the dark. The lights were turned off, but somehow I could see a blonde girl, a little older than myself, standing at the foot of my bed. It was like she was standing under a spotlight or something because I could see her clearly. But the rest of the room was dark. She was wearing a cape or something with a grey hood. As I sat up on bed, rooted to the spot, I watched as the girl simply vanished. She just faded away to nothing and the light dimmed as she left. For some reason, although I was shocked, I wasn’t really all that scared.
I thought straight away that she was a ghost, and at 8 years old, I was young enough to assume that seeing ghosts was normal because it wasn’t the first time for me. I thought that my bedroom was probably once hers.
I came to accept her visits to my room just about every night, and she became a part of my life. I felt comforted by her nightly visits and found that I slept more soundly on the nights that she came.
We moved out of that house three years later and I was never visited by the girl in the grey cape again. I’d never told anyone about her, until last year when my family gathered for my mother’s 50th birthday. Talk drifted to our history and the places we’d lived in. I piped up and told my story of my visiting ghost-girl. My Mum just about choked on her tea, and my older sister Kylie turned white, frozen in shock with her mouth open. Once she regained her voice, Kylie went on to tell us that she would encounter the caped girl-ghost in the bathroom every night while brushing her teeth prior to bedtime.
Then Mum chipped in with her own stories of seeing the ghostly-girl in the kitchen every time she got up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom and grab a drink.
We never discovered who the ghost-girl in the grey cape actually was, and the house has since been demolished and units built in its place. I sometimes wonder if the girl in the grey cape visits the people who live there now, all these years later.
Sent in by Lucy Coles