This it the third stage of the trilogy. If you have already read my other stories, you will know that ghosts seem to follow me. When I was 19, I had had my first child. I had moved out of my mum and dad's house and into one of my own. My sister, Nadean, lived next door with her little boy. Her son and my daughter were close in age. Our houses were in a remote area, the closest building was a derelict church. That first night, my daughter Monica and I were unpacking when my sitter stopped by for tea. We sat down for a rest while the kids played. Suddenly, we heard banging coming from next door. No one was home, so it was pretty alarming. We ran over to check it out, but nothing seemed out of the ordinary. My house had two bedrooms. For some reason, Monica's room was freezing, even with two radiators. Her bedroom also had a bit of a "creepy" feel. I always sensed that there was something in there with us. These perceptions were hardly limited to the bedroom. The whole house felt strange. Every time that I entered a room, I felt like I was walking in on a group of people talking about me. The house never felt like it was mine, and after eight months, I moved. My sister stayed. A man moved into my old house. He, too, thought the house was creepy. He especially hated Monica's old room and used it for storage only. His feelings were so strong that he decided to do some research on the house. He discovered that it had been home to a father and two daughters. The two girls died young in Monica's bedroom, and he had died shortly afterwards. All three were buried in the churchyard. When my sister found this out, she moved too. About a year had passed and almost everything had been forgotten about those two houses. Then my brother-in-law David revealed another part of the story. He told me about the night-- shortly before I moved next door--, which he woke up, to the sound of scratching on the window. He bravely pulled back the curtains, and a "thing" with yellow eyes peered into the room at him. In an instant, it disappeared. At first, I thought he was dreaming it, but in the years since hearing it, I've heard of three similar encounters in our area of West Wales.

Victoria Price, Wales