September 21, 2007
The Boy at the Foot of My BedRate this encounter: Bill Mitchell, Northern England, Summer 1963
My story starts in a small market town in the Pennine Hills of Northern England. It was school holidays and I was staying with my aunt and uncle in their accommodation above and behind their Toy and Hobbies Shop (wool, cloth, cottons, etc.). My bedroom was directly above the shop and was quite a large room with two single beds, wardrobe, and chest of draws. Oh, before I forget, the building itself was about 100 - 125 years old and was originally a lead miners cottage. There was a lot of lead mines in the area circa 1800/1900s.
Okay lets get down the story... Every night about 10 minutes or so after I'd gone to bed, I would feel someone/something touch my foot and then sit on the end of the bed. Of course I was very scared because I was only 11 at the time, and I hid my head under the sheets. This went on for a few nights before I plucked up courage to look and see what was spooking me. As my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I could see the figure of a young boy aged about 8 or 9 years old standing at the bottom of the bed looking at me. He had an aura of light around him and appeared to dressed in very ragged clothes from probably the 1800s.
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