At first I wasn't sure if I was imagining it but the more I focused on it, the clearer it seemed to get and I knew it wasn't my imagination. It was a tall gentleman and he was wearing what looked like to be an old British army trench coat. He was also wearing a helmet, so I guessed that he must have been a Solider. I didn't feel scared, in fact, I can remember feeling emotionless and very calm. He was stood at a slight angle, so I could only see the side of his face which looked very badly burnt and his head was swaying very slowly, it looked like he was in pain. I can't remember how long I was looking at him for, but I eventually drifted back to sleep.
The next morning, I told my Mum and she looked shocked. She told me that my Dad always says that he sees a burnt solider on the landing or on our stairs. My dad has never mentioned this to anyone else and it isn't something that he would make up or joke about.
I have since moved out and live with my husband and children. I recently asked my Dad if he still sees George (the nickname we gave him) and he replied that he hasn't seen him since I moved out.
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