'The Christmas ghost that saved my little boy's life'

'The Christmas ghost that saved my little boy's life'



Last month the Mail published an extract from a book by Theresa Cheung in which intelligent, educated women spoke of their firm belief in an after-life.



It led to a deluge of emails from readers who had experienced their own ghostly encounters.



Here, Helen Carroll brings you some of their stories, while Mail columnist Sarah Vine reveals her own spooky tale . . .





Terrified daughter saw chilling ghost in my eyes



Daily Mail columnist Sarah Vine, 50, lives in London with her husband and two children. She says:



Last Christmas we were invited to stay with dear friends at their beautifully restored house in Devon.



My daughter’s room was the sweetest. Just down the corridor from ours, it had candy-coloured teacups on the wallpaper, an adorable four-poster single bed and a lovely little en-suite bathroom.



The first night we all slept soundly, replete with food, wine and gossip. On the second night we retired slightly earlier.



I awoke at around 2am. Seeing a light flickering, I walked down the corridor to my daughter’s room. She was wide awake, watching a film on my laptop.



She, too, had woken up and couldn’t get back to sleep. I closed the laptop, tidied the little bedroom and straightened out the bedclothes.





I then tucked her up and sat down on the edge of her bed to stroke her hair. As I sat there, half snoozing myself, I realised that the room felt rather chilly despite the window being shut tight. Strange.



My daughter’s eyes were closed and she was drifting off. I pulled the duvet up around her. ‘Night darling,’ I whispered. ‘Night, night, mummy,’ she replied, and half opened her eyes.



Suddenly, her pupils widened in fear. Tears sprang out of nowhere. ‘Mummy, what’s wrong with your face?’ she cried, recoiling in horror and sinking beneath the covers. I felt a rush of cold air down my spine and a thud in my ears, like a door being slammed a long way away.



My back felt icy, I could feel the presence of something right behind me — something ancient and evidently rather irritable. I stood up with a jump, brushing the air away.



There was a loud hum, as though the whole room was vibrating and then, just like that, it was gone.



My daughter and I looked at each other, open-mouthed. ‘What just happened, what did you see?’ I asked. ‘Your face,’ replied my daughter. ‘It wasn’t you. It was like . . . like someone else was looking at me through your eyes.’



The dead man who worried about us



Kim Davies, 51, a carer, lives in Evesham, Worcestershire, with husband Lynn, a writer, and has a daughter, Kiri, 23. She says:



In December my mind always turns to memories of Mr Gordy, the ghost who moved in with Kiri and I one Christmas, shortly after her father left us.



We had been together for four years and his decision to end the relationship came as a terrible shock as Kiri was only three years old, and I panicked about how I would cope as a single mother.



Kim Davies, 51, a carer, lives in Evesham, Worcestershire, with husband Lynn, a writer, and has a daughter, Kiri, 23. She says a ghost moved in with her and her daughter +5

Kim Davies, 51, a carer, lives in Evesham, Worcestershire, with husband Lynn, a writer, and has a daughter, Kiri, 23. She says a ghost moved in with her and her daughter



I’ve always enforced a ‘shoes off at the door’ policy so the first sign that we had company was a trail of huge, black oily footprints across my beige carpet, from our front door right to the back.



The doors had been locked while we slept and my ex no longer had a key, so I knew it was impossible for someone to have come in. I didn’t have time to dwell, so I scrubbed the carpet clean but was baffled when the same prints were there each morning over several days.