Ghosts, spirits and the supernatural have fascinated me for years. I grew up with a psychic Dad; and stories about his dreams coming true and “knowing” the future were my norm. As I grew up it became common knowledge in my family that I took after my Dad. Yes – it seemed I could foresee the future also.
A few years back I took my sons on a ghost tour in Ballarat (an old town in Melbourne), and since then, the boys have been captivated by ghost stories. Son 2 even took his girlfriend for night visits to closed down lunatic asylums in Melbourne, but they were too scared to venture inside. One particular night they heard a loud bang and ran for their lives. They never went back. It prompted me to tell them about the ghost who came to Christmas when their Dad and I were younger.
When I told them we had a photo of the ghost somewhere, they insisted I go find it. I dug it out of an old archived box of forgotten memories, and told them the story in a quiet spo00oky voice.
It was 1983. I was having Christmas dinner at my boyfriend’s (now their Dad’s) house. The dining room window looked out onto an above ground swimming pool in the back yard. There was a flat lilo floating in the pool. When we had the photos developed we discovered what appeared to be a “ghost” laying on the lilo, looking at us through the window. We had the photo checked by people at the photo shop and there was no problem with the developing of the image. You will notice that the ghost has a reflection in the water and the curtain is in front of the ghost, showing that the apparition was most definitely in the back yard. You can certainly see that it was in the swimming pool – on the lilo. The ghost is pure white with tonal differences where his facial features are.
It is quite an amazing photo and it has generated much discussion over the years. The boys still bring it out to show their friends, and some of them have been quite creeped-out by it.
We always get asked about the history of the house, which we are not sure about. My husband’s family didn’t build the house and we don’t know if anyone died there. The swimming pool was new and nobody had drowned in it. So, we don’t know who the ghost may be, or why he came to Christmas that day.
Around this time we did have a strange night in the house. I was sleeping over and I heard a tinkling noise in the middle of the night, but I fell straight back to sleep. When I awoke in the morning I saw that the glass lamp-shade was not on the lamp. It was on the other side of the bedside table directly over a small jewellery box. I had no idea how the lamp-shade lifted into the air without breaking the globe to then move across and lower over a jewellery box.
I believe it was our Christmas ghost letting us know that he was still there.
To this day the ghost remains a mystery.
© 2015 CEW
Originally posted on my old blog site