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Real Life Spooky Story: A Visit from Dad

  • helendeakinauthor
  • Jan 19, 2017
  • 2 min read

Story #3 of my new blog series of Real Life Spooky Stories, based on real events and sent in by fans and followers of helendeakinauthor.com and my social media pages. If you have a Real Life Spooky Story of your own, submit it here

When I was young, my mother left and it was just my dad and me. We looked after each other and lived alone together in his house right up until he died from bowel cancer when he was 72. He had never remarried so all those years it was just my father and me, but it was good.

When he passed away, my father left our house to me and although it was now legally mine, it was still ours. He was still there with me.

I feel his presence around me all the time and not only that, the strangest things used to happen (and to this day, still do).

My dad used to read the paper every morning. He had a subscription so it was delivered to our house every day. When he passed away, I didn’t cancel the subscription but instead would sit at the kitchen table every morning with my coffee and the paper. It made me feel close to him. If ever I had to get up in the middle of reading the paper, to go to the toilet or answer the phone, whenever I came back, the paper would always be opened to the flash back to the past section, my father’s favourite part of the paper.

Most nights I would hear the TV on. Towards the end, my dad didn’t sleep much and he would stay up to all hours watching late night programs.

Since he passed, on those nights I hear the TV on, I simply lie there listening. Knowing he is there. However, one night the TV was too loud and I couldn’t sleep, so I got up. The light was on and the TV was on.

“Sorry, Dad, but I can’t sleep,” I said. “I have to turn this off.” As I switched off the set, I saw his outline on the blank screen, reflected there as a shadow sitting in his armchair.

I knew he hadn’t really left me and to this day, I sometimes come down to turn off the TV, just so I can see him reflected there. Just so I can kind of be with him again, if only for a moment.


 
 
 

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