MY husband was a man who would laugh if you talked of ghosts, saying
he didn't believe there were such things. However, he had to go away
to work five years ago, and he and a mate got lodgings with an old
lady whose mother, at the age of ninety, died not long before. The
first night his mate had plenty to drink so slept soundly. My
husband, however, being in a strange place, couldn't sleep. During
the night the clothes were lifted off his feet and strange knockings
went around the bed. He lit the candle, but found nothing. In the
morning he told his mate, and the next night his mate woke him and
said: “Hill, light the candle; this place is haunted!” They couldn't
sleep for the tugging at the clothes and the knocking around the bed.
They told their experience to a man from the village who was working
with them, and he said the old lady was supposed to have left money
in the bed. They stayed on for the week, and each night the same
thing occurred. On the Saturday morning they stripped the bed and made
a thorough search, but found nothing. When my husband returned home he
looked like a man who had had a severe illness. He told us the story;
now he believes in ghosts.