My Mum
I have never, to my knowledge, seen a ghost. I did hear our dead dog once who had a very characteristic whimper, shortly after she died, but that’s about it. I would be terrified if I saw or heard anything else. My Mum, on the other hand, and long dead herself unfortunately, had a few ghost stories she would tell me. I think the best story is from WW II.
She worked mainly in service when she was younger and would work in big houses with large kitchens. During the war she was working in one such building at the same time the Luftwaffe took a liking to it and dropped a few bombs while she was in it.
The explosion caused a lot of damage and she and another female colleague were trapped in the kitchen in the building’s basement. They could not see a way out. There was so much dust and crap in the air that they could scarcely see each other.
Then the chef, a man known only as “The Carver” to my mother, found them and directed them to an exit that was less blocked than any of the others and my mother and her friend took to shifting the rubble out of the way. The chef didn’t attempt to help at all despite my mother and her friend shouting at him to help. He simply shook his head and carried on pointing at the exit.
After some time, there was enough rubble shifted for the two women to scramble to safety and the waiting ambulances waiting on the surface.
I expect you’ve guessed where this is going already, as I did when she told me, but stick with it. You are right but I haven’t finished yet.
The emergency services immediately asked her if anyone else was trapped in the basement.
“Only the carver,” my Mum replied.
“The carver?”
“Yes, the chef.”
“Sorry, love, but he was brought out dead an hour ago.”
(BearWithLittleBrain, Tue 8 Jul 2008, 14:39, Reply)