SOME years ago I was nursing an old lady and went with her to stay at
her brother's—an old country manor house. One night the maids forgot
to bring the milk my patient always had, so, about 2:00 a.m., I set
out for the larder to fetch it. Our room opened into a long corridor
which had several large windows. It was a moonlight night. I knew
everyone had long since gone to bed so was very surprised to see
someone coming to meet me. But my surprise turned to horror when I
saw that it was no member of the household, but the figure of a very
tall dark man in the military uniform of over a century ago. He seemed
to glide, not walk. I waited until the figure was within a few feet of
me and then I fled back to my patient. She begged me to say nothing of
what I had seen, as the family already found it difficult to keep
maids, owing to the frequent occurrence of strange noises as if the
house was being ransacked and all the china smashed. A few years
after my experience the property was sold as the owners could stand no
more of the ghostly racket, and it has constantly changed tenants
since.
“YOU ARE IN MY BED”
THIS may interest your readers. It happened to me in London in the
year 1887. On going to live in London, not far from Kilburn, with
people who were quite strangers to me, I had the following strange
experience during my first night. I retired just after ten and was
soon sound asleep, when a voice beside the bed said, "You are in my
bed," and repeated it several times. I looked both sides of the bed,
but could see nothing, but, over by the dressing table, I saw a young
man of about twenty-six. He was wearing a white shirt, braces and grey
striped trousers and his black hair showed plainly against a very
white face.
Next morning I told of what I had seen and was informed that a young
man such as I described was the previous occupier of the room and had
died there only a few weeks earlier.