A FEW years ago my friend had to remove to another town owing to her
husband's work.
She was fortunate enough to get a very pretty, compact house just
outside, and felt very proud of the fact, as houses just then were
very scarce.
This friend, by the way, was very strong minded, and did not know the
meaning of nerves.
After she had been in the house a couple of weeks she was sleepless,
after having teeth extracted, and hadn't even dozed when she saw what
she described as a venerable old gentleman, with long, white beard
and bent shoulders, standing close by the side of the bed with a
document of some kind in his hand.
She awoke her husband and described what had taken place, but he only
laughed and said it was nightmare after too heavy a supper.
So on the second occasion that the same thing happened she refrained
from telling him, as she didn't like being ridiculed.
But the strain of doing so must have told on her, as, after the third
time she saw the vision, her husband found her in a state of collapse.
He called in the doctor and explained what had caused the trouble. The
doctor at once said: “Oh, it was old So-and-so; he died in this room
and had been rather worried about the deeds of this house.”
Needless to say, her husband didn't ridicule her any more, but set
about looking for another house.