Readers Stories Brief Encounter. One night at about 02.00am I suddenly awoke with a strong feeling that I should check to see if my young son was OK, he was four year of age. When I entered his bedroom I found him slowly walking toward the foot of his bed with his right arm outstretched as though he wanted to take hold of something. He was unaware that I had just entered the room, his eyes were open and he appeared to be awake. I asked him if he was all right and why he was walking on his bed, he replied that he had woken up and saw an old lady standing at the bottom of his bed. He also said the lady was holding a rose to her chest and it looked so nice that he had wanted to hold it. I thought he had been dreaming and as he seemed to be OK, gave him a drink, tucked him up and within a few minutes he fell fast asleep. The next morning he asked me if I had seen the lady when I was in his bedroom, I said he had been dreaming and that nobody had been there. He was insistent that there had been he said that he hadn't been dreaming and that she was a very old lady with snowy white hair, in a long white dress and that she was holding a lovely red rose to her chest. He further said that she had a very kind face with a mark over one eye and she was smiling at him. This somewhat startled me as the description could have fitted that of my grandmother who had died some years previously when my son was only three months old. She had passed away on her ninety-ninth birthday and prior to the funeral, I had visited the chapel of rest where she lay and placed a red rose on her chest. She was dressed in a white shroud; her hair was white and had a large mole just above her left eyebrow. Even if my son remembered her and was dreaming, there were absolutely no way he would have known about the rose etc. A few days later we visited my elderly aunt for tea; afterwards we were looking through her photograph albums. Upon turning one of the pages we came upon a photo of my grandmother taken about a year before she died, my son immediately said "that's the lady who was in my room". About six months later my husband's younger brother and his friend paid us a visit, after a short while they started joking about a framed old reprint photograph of my grandmother, which was hanging on the wall. The photo was taken when she was aged about nineteen, her hairstyle was typical of the fashion in the 1800s and incidentally at this age there was no sign on the mole that later developed. It was the hairstyle that was the subject of their light-hearted comments, which had gone on for some time. Suddenly the picture dropped from the wall to the floor completely disintegrating the frame and smashing the glass on impact. The very strange thing about this incident was that the string that was used to hang the picture was unbroken. No one had touched it and nobody had been in the vicinity at the time the picture dropped. I was very close to my Grandmother and since her death I have always felt she is watching over me. My son who is now nine still remembers the night of the possible visitation. Rachel. London.   [Home][Top][Back] If page is loaded out of frames click Here This material may not be copied, published, broadcast, rewritten or redistributed. Ghost Watch UK are not held responsible for any actions taken after reading any of our pages!