My girlfriend Bridget and I were sitting in the living room having a chat by the fireplace when suddenly she stiffened and cried out,shock and alarm in her voice.
"Michael,who is that man staring at us,I thought we were alone."
"Where?"I asked a bit surprised.
"He just walked into the bedroom ,he was looking at us with a scowl on his face, I don’t think he likes me very much."
"Aw come on,Bridget " I said with a sneer,"not again, with one of your sightings.
She was always "seeing things" which I thought was one of her quirks.
"No,No,Michael,she cried alarmed," he's standing right there staring at us."
She pointed at a bedroom .
I looked but saw nothing."Yeah, right"
"Okay," I said finally trying to humour her, "Can you describe him ?."
She did and I was shock to say the least
Intrigued, I got up quickly and went into the bedroom . (I have to admit there was a heaviness in the room as I entered.) However, I took out an old family photo album from a chest of drawers and returned to the living room still skeptical..
Tears were now in her eyes.
Damn,I thought, she wasn't kidding this time, I told myself after seeing the tears.
"Don’t cry, honey," I said handing her the album "Now take a look and see if you can identify him"
After flipping through the plastic pages a few times, she finally stopped and pointed to a certain photograph .
"That’s him."she said firmly."He's the person I just saw."
I looked and gasped. My scalp prickled . A tingling, creepy sensation washed over me.
I couldn’t believe it!.
"Are you sure?" I asked, still in doubt.
"Yes, it’s him alright,", she replied sniffing and turning away her face.
I was flabbergasted to say the least, for she had seen my grandfather who had died six months before I met her.