What did this grey-haired lady want from me?
Opening the curtains in my lounge, I suddenly sensed that I wasn’t alone.
Sure enough, when I turned around a middle-aged woman, with salt and pepper hair, was gripping the back of the settee.
I’d felt the presence of spirits since I was a young girl and knew they didn’t mean me harm.
But this time I felt apprehensive. She looked so real! She had a concentrated expression on her face and wore cream pyjamas with tiny red roses.
I decided to turn my back to her.
‘If you’re still there by the time I turn around, I’m going to scream,’ I said. I counted to three, turned around quickly… and she was gone.
But who was this mysterious figure and why had she chosen to visit me?
I got my answer a few weeks later when I visited Mum.
As we sat chatting in the lounge, a photo frame on the side caught my eye.
It contained a faded photo of six women wearing 1950s’ clothes.
‘Who are they?’ I asked.
‘It’s your aunties and Great-Granny Griffiths,’ Mum replied.
Great-Granny Griffiths had died when I was young and my only memories of her were as a frail, elderly woman.
But as I looked closer at her salt and pepper hair, my jaw dropped.
There was no doubting that the mysterious figure I’d seen in my flat was Great-Granny Griffiths.
A while later, I went to visit a medium after a shopping trip in town.
‘I see you’ve got your grandmother with you,’ she said, as she opened the door. ‘She likes to go shopping with you
