I ALWAYS doubted if people really saw ghosts or apparitions till my
experience during the war in 1916.
My son was in France and I was awakened one morning between one and
two by a terrific noise like an explosion. I thought it was an
air-raid, and, as I glanced towards the foot of the bed, I saw the
image of my son looking very ill and begrimed with mud. He quickly
vanished, and the next moment I heard his footsteps coming towards
the house, and his voice distinctly calling me. I hurried down to let
him in, but no one was there. I heard, a few days later, that my son
was
missing after an engagement when the wood was blown up and only a few
survived; and it happened on the same date and about the same time as
I had my awful experience.