When i was a child my family had this story about a ghost that terrified me.

In this house lived the parents 5 sons 1 daughter.

One hot summer holiday, everyone was getting up and ready for breakfast, Stuart the eldest boy of around 14, he’d not had much sleep and felt a weight on his shoulders as he came down the stairs.

Mother noticed he looked pale and rushed to his side checking him over, she noticed he was cold very cold especially round his neck. But this soon passed and everyone got on with their day.

Over the coming weeks this was a regular occurrence, and not only on a morning, Stuart felt drained and began to stay home more not going out with his mates walking along the canal jumping in the locks to cool off.

Mother had also noticed that the small back bedroom was freezing cold, icy eerily chilly, in the middle of summer.

On this particular morning everyone was up except Stuart, so mother went to the bottom of the stairs and shouted him, soon after he came flying down the stairs, Mother turned a shade of white when she saw why he was running …. and stood there in total shock.

As Stuart came down the stairs she could see the outline of a boy sat on Stuarts shoulders, he disappeared when he reached the bottom.

Mother being atheist father roman catholic I think they tried to ignore that it had happened at all, yet it continued until the children went back to school in September, then normality resumed….. until the next summer holiday.

Mother just could not believe it came back, the ghostly figure, sat upon her son as he descended the staircase, it was making him ill.

So after a while and some research it was found that a family with two sons had lived there before them, John & Peter were their names, John was the older brother, unfortunately Peter had drown in the canal quite tragically in the summer holidays.

Mother agreed to have the local priest, from Christ the king, come round to bless the house, during this process the priest came upon the icy cold bedroom and decided to send for some of the nuns from Cowgill house they were going to have a séance…. oh my god is it that bad….

So they all sat, with Stuart, in the front room round the table, holding hands, asking is there any body there?

The priest said a few words next thing everyone is thrown backwards off their chairs, like a blast has gone off in the middle of the room, Father ended up in the fire…

The summer holidays were back to normal no more ghostly sightings….. but that was not the end not yet …

Quite a few years had passed the house was being altered. A work man pulled mother aside and asked her if any strange things had been happening in the house, any cold spots, so she explained what had come to pass already.

The workman showed her what he had found in the attic, a big old mirror, and where, above the small bedroom, mother let out a cry, between them they dug a hole in the back garden and smashed that mirror to bits and buried it.

From what I’ve been told mirrors are believed by many to be portals to the spirit realm and even other dimensions. Is this what happened? Peter came back every year around his death through the mirror that was left there at the back of the chimney that was no accident.

Well thanks for reading if you made it this far, this is a true story told to me by my grandmother multiple times… PS I had the small back bedroom @ 16 wyther park road and my brothers used to go into the airing cupboard put sheets on, turn landing light out, and scare me , the bloody menaces.