The Victorian Manor House Ghost
My name is Jack and, although encounters these are not the freaky and spinechilling horror that everyone longs for in a true ghost story, you should consider that not all ghosts are those of murderers and souls of pure evil.
My first encounter with a ghost was two years ago, when I was in year six. We where studying the Victorians and so we went to a Victorian manor house. When we were in the room of the lady of the house, I smelt a strong smell of Lavender as our guide told us about her ghost and that as her favorite perfume was lavender, if you smelt that then you could be sure that was her. This might not have been the ghost, but as we where collecting our bags, I smelt the smell of lavender that startd of faint, but grow stronger.
The smell past through me and into a room that was of limits.
My second encounter was a year ago when my cat Chevy had to be put down. A few days later, I when was trying to get to sleep, I felt a cat walk along my back. I knew it was Chevy because it had Chevy’s weight and soft, warming purr. I slowly turned over, but there wasn’t anything there apart from the dents in the douvet where his paws had rested. This gave me a happy feeling because the cat that all the street had loved was still with us. So, as I said, although encounters theese are not the freaky and spinechilling horror that everyone longs for in a true ghost story, you should consider that not all ghosts are those of murderers and souls of pure evil.
Thank you and goodbye.