Who Was That Man.

Hi people,

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This is a very late post today.

Usually I write them in the early hours of the morning, when I feel like the last person left standing.  A  regular ‘War of the worlds’ or ‘I am legion’ type of feeling.

But not today.

I did not wake until after eight and it has been all go since then.

We even had to make a quick detour to have a look in Ikea because we need some more shelving in a hurry and I do not want to spend a fortune without doing a lot more pricing and comparisons than I have time for at the minute.

In the past Big H would have just bought some wood and built whatever we wanted, but I have told him that until he is well and has more energy, that is not going to happen so he need not even think of suggesting it as an option.  So Ikea is a sort of compromise for the moment.

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As we were coming back into the house, a friend of mine saw me as she came around the corner, and then came over to tell me all the latest news about her family.

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I was facing away from our front entrance, leaning against the window and looking off down the street, and she was facing me and looking directly at the doorway behind me.

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We had talked for about fifteen minutes before she suddenly said “Well, I had better let you get away now because you have company”.

Puzzled, I said “No, it’s alright, there’s no one here.  Why did you think that there was?

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She looked puzzled in turn and said “Well, you have got company, there’s that man who went in after Big H”

“Did he” I replied, “So Big H took someone in?.

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She then told me that a man had gone into our house after Big H had left us and gone in, leaving the door open for me.

I asked if Big H had still been in the hall when the guy went in, and she said that she though he went in after Big H went ot of sight.

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Confused by now, I finished the conversation and said goodbye.

My friends last laughing remark was to say that I would probably go upstairs and find Big H playing one of his games, with his back to the room, while the strange man was rifling through all of the drawers.

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I went into the living room, totally expecting to see Big H chatting with someone, but he was not there.

Nor was he in the bedrooms or bathroom.

I eventually found him in the dining room, reading something.

“Has there been someone here with you ?” I queried.

The answer was a firm “No”

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Once he heard the story, he checked out the house, but all the doors were locked and no one was anywhere inside.

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I rang my friend to see if she had been kidding with me, but she was entirely serious, and said that she had definitely seen a man go into the house behind me.  She even described him as a tall, grey haired guy, looking just like the husband of another friend we both have in common.

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When I told her no one was there and that Big H had seen no one, she got a bit embarrased and said that perhaps she had missed seeing  seen him come back out again.

I told her that was not very likely as the door had only been about a foot behind my back and she was right in front of me looking straight at it.

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I said that perhaps it had been a genuine wonderment and she had seen a ghost.

I said that if she had, then I would be totally pissed off, because I am interested in that sort of thing and she most definately is not!

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Isn’t that weird?

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Love

J

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Possibly this should be entered in the spirit section…I don’t have so many posts in that one.  Did you read the one about the spirit my father saw?

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