My Mum's Old House

Name:            Charlotte Davies
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Title:           Things 
Type:            Ghost
Date:            Monday, June 26, 2000
Time:            07:43 AM

My Mum told me about these things which happened in her old house in London about twenty-five years ago. She had a TV which had knobs in a row along the bottom of it for adjusting the color, brightness, etc. My older brother was a toddler then, and in case he fiddled with the buttons, my mum put marks on them so that she could see where to put them back. 

One time she was sitting watching the television when the picture on the screen went all dark. She walked over to it and saw that the knobs had been turned, but there was nobody else in the room. She turned them back again and there was nothing wrong with the TV. 

In the living room there was a dimmer switch so that you could adjust the amount of light there was. She was sitting in the living room with the light on full. Suddenly the light was turned right down. She thought the bulb had broken, but she looked at it and there was still a tiny glow in it. She went over to the light switch and found it had also been turned right down. 

Her husband then had this really expensive, high-tech record player. No-one except him ever touched it because it was really complicated to use. But often, when he went to use it he discovered the screws inside had been unscrewed, even though no-one had touched it. 

My Mum thinks it was the ghost of her dad, who'd died the year before. All these things were new inventions that he'd never have seen. Mum thinks that his ghost was fiddling with them to see how they worked. 

Another thing happened to her when she was about thirteen. Every Sunday they went to church, and there was a lady who they knew called Mrs. Livings who also went to their church. Mum was lying in bed on the Saturday night, and she had this vision of Mrs. Livings walking across her bedroom, then turning to look at her and smiling. A man's voice then said, "Mrs. Livings." The next morning when they were in the church, the vicar said, "I'm sorry to tell you this, but Mrs. Livings died last night." She had died at the same time as my mum had had the vision of her.