THE SUMMER HOUSE.
This story is based on a true account given to a person writing an article or book (not sure which) on hauntings.
My sister e-mailed the actual transcript on which this is based.
One day many years ago, a young boy was playing at the bottom of his grandparentís garden. Geoffrey was ten years old, the year was 1924 and it was a glorious late summer day. He often wandered into the shady summer house to relax and get away from the glare of the sun. One day he noticed a beautiful, though quite frail young woman, lying on a hammock. She looked very relaxed and smiled across at him. Although he didnít know her, he didnít think it was that strange to see her there.
When he went in he mentioned it to his grandparents, after describing the lady. They went very quiet, appeared upset, but offered no explanation as to who she was and Geoffrey did not question them, as it wasnít the done thing in those days.
Many years later he learned that his fatherís sister, his aunt Stella had contracted tuberculosis and spent many hours, relaxing in the summer house. Fresh air was believed to be the best treatment then, before the days of penicillin. She had died there in early summer. Geoffrey had never met his aunt, or even know of her existence.
Geoffrey grew up to be a rational, intelligent man who became a journalist. He never saw another apparition or had any other occult experiences. The ghost he saw of his aunt that day was not transparent and appeared as a substantial human being. He was a shy, nervous child, but the apparition made no attempt to frighten him and he always thought of her, years later, as a ďkindly ghostĒ
Geoffrey was my father and this little story is true.