When I was about 4 my mother moved into a 100+ year old cottage up towards Buxton
In my bedroom was an old Wooden school desk.
Apparently for the first few months I would tell my parents of a little school boy who would come to visit me in the night and that he kept his school books in the compartment inside the desk.

This freaked out my mum so she got rid of the desk and after that I never mentioned it again.

Makes the hairs on my arms stand up whenever I think about that even though I know ghosts are bollocks.
( Airman Gabber Living life like a 70's BBC presenter, Thu 13 Sep 2012, 13:35, Reply)