Woman at the End of My Bed

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Story type: Ghost
Location: Spain
Source: Form Submission

One night I had just been on the phone to the lady who I had just bought my house off as we became quite close friends. She told me that there was a so called ghost which haunted the house. At first I didn't think anything of it but that all changed.

Whenever I came home from work I always heard footsteps and whispers. It made me feel like someone was watching me. One night as I was going up the stairs to go to bed, I heard a woman chanting a very cold tune. I thought it was just me in my head but as I got more up the stairs the chanting got louder. I tried to forget about it so I tried to go to sleep.

Finally I did and woke up quite early, around 7.30am. When I was awakened by a cold breeze I was shaken up by an image of an old lady at the end of my bed. She told me she was going to see Carol.

As the weeks went by, I went to see the lady that sold me my house and she started to tell me about this so called ghost. She told me that she had died with her daughter beside the bed that I was sleeping in .