I was at my grans house and i had to stop there the night. My grandad had just died about 3 months before and everybody was just getting over it.

I went to bed at about 10 o clock (I was only 9) I woke up About 2:30 in the morning. I was layed there and i rolled over onto my front. I looked through the crack of the door and saw a shadow of a tall man. So i got out of bed thinking it was my uncle checking on me. I went into his room and he was fast asleep in bed. So i went back to bed. I looked up again and saw the same shadow. In the morning i told my gran and she said well i cant explain it I don't know. So i took her answer and forgot about it. But as we were walking down the stairs the letterbox opened and slammed shut (It was summer and there was no wind.) It wasnt the postman as it was sunday. The dog started barking. At this point i was scared and i don't sleep there any more.

About 3 weeks ago we were looking through these war books that my grandad had when he was fighting in the war. It told us what dates he had flown and what plane he was on. As my gran read out about about trainin courses the lamp at the side of my gran flickered. My mum said. Its Grandad hes telling us hes here.