The Sewing Boy

OK, so throughout my childhood me and my sister had always spent Friday nights at my grandparents. The two of us always slept in the second bedroom. It had a double bed, mirrored wardrobes and a chair at the end of the bed.

I always slept on the right side, which was the side of the wardrobe. One night (I must have been about 7/8) I woke up really hot and I was sweating. I was facing the mirrors and decided to cool down I needed to turn over, so I sat up and braced myself to turn.

As I sat up though, I saw a young boy sewing on the chair at the end of the bed. He was white, almost glowing (typical ghost image I guess) but it was very vivid. Now, I don't know if it was because I was young, hot or half asleep but I didn't think anything of it and I just watched him for a few seconds and turned to go back to sleep.

It wasn't until the morning that I realised what really happened and I couldn't understand why I didn't feel one ounce of fear, only comfort. Especially as the third bedroom is my grandparents seeing room.

It's been many years since this night and I do wonder if it was a dream, but I still remember it perfectly which makes me think otherwise. I am rational when it comes to ghosts, but I've always felt something towards this one experience and I still haven't made my mind up.

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