My Grandparents lived in an old farmhouse with plenty of land surrounding it. It was supposedly haunted according to my Grandad. He was a huge horror buff who loved to make up ghost stories when me and my Brother visited. Most of the time we didn’t take his stories to heart, they were just stories.
My Grandparents had a couple of horses which they let us ride if the weather was warm. One weekend during a visit, my Gran decided she wanted to take a few photos of us on the horses, we saddled them up and my Gran started snapping photos. This was back in the 90s so she was using one of those old flat cameras with a film in it that you wind on, after each shot. When she had finished and the horses where put back in the stables, we went back inside for food. After our visit we forgot about the photos. A couple of weeks later, my Mom had a phone call from my Grand sounding spooked. She had, had the photos developed and on every photo of me sitting on the horse was a gaunt looking transparent man sitting behind me wearing a grey suit. At first I thought that my Grandad had put my Grand up to it as a joke but she showed me photos on my next visit. She was telling truth…There he was, just how she’d described him.
My Grandparents have both since passed and the farm now belongs to a young married couple with two young children. I often wonder if they’ve seen the man in the grey suit yet, lurking in the back of their family photos.
by Rebeca Stanley
