Letters From Ipswich part II – The Ghost Story

Hello everyone.

I got a lot of messages from Facebook friends to post this, and I thank all of you who responded to Nancy's letter.

Below is the letter where Nancy tells us, or Mr. Cason, why she wrote to my father in the first place.

Enjoy the read.

"Hello Mr. Cason.

You have the same name as my cousin Colin. That's funny.

Thank you for writing back to me. My Mum was wondering why someone still is writing to Mrs. Healy.

The ghost in my bedroom is called Johnny and he said he lived there since he was a boy. He talks to me while I sleep but I have never seen him. I am scared to see him when I am awake, because he is a ghost, and I am scared of ghosts.

Johnny says there is a man who lived in the house before him and he died in the house. I know that man. I can hear him crying in the kitchen and living room when I am in my bedroom at night. I never go to the bathroom by my self. I am too scared to see the man. I first heard the man's voice coming from my mum's bedroom and I thought it was her crying. I got up at night and went to see her. She was sleeping and there was no one else there. I jumped in her bed and stayed under the covers until she woke me up in the morning. I was very scared.

Sometimes I hear the man shouting at someone named John. I asked Johnny if it's him, but he said it's someone else. Johnny thinks is the man's son. I wish he would stop crying and screaming during the night. It's sad and it scares me a lot.

I used to hear a woman's voice too, and I think I saw her once outside in the garden, she was wearing a dress and she looked like my mum. She is not here anymore. Maybe the man scared her too.

What do I do to get the man to go away, or to stop trying to hurt Johnny?

Thank you Mr. Cason.

Nancy."

The Election

Hello dear friends. First of all, thank you all for the comments on the previous post. I will post Nancy's letters on the blog, starting next week.

I was off and followed the Election Day in the UK. What a fun day that was. I realise it's one of those days that can change the world, let alone our lives here in Britain, but after following all the debates and news headlines, it was fun to see it all come down to this one day, where those who can be bothered left their house to their nearest polling station to cast a vote on some clown who will now rule the country. I went out and voted, early, to avoid big queues. The service on my local station was slow, so I imagine anyone who arrived in the evening had to endure long queues and even the disappointment of not voting.

The wait for the final tally was even more exciting, with news channels and most of terrestrial TV taken over by it.

After all that, we still didn't have a new Prime Minister and Gordon Brown was still the Prime Minister until further notice, or until the next election.

So, after many closed door meetings and vague TV appearances, Mr David Cameron is our new Prime Minister, with Mr Nick Clegg as his Deputy.

It’s certainly an exciting new time and I hope that all the promises that never become reality will not be totally forgotten and we will see some improvement on our economy and the mess the country was headed into. I can say that London at least needs a hell of a clean up, so I hope Mr. Cameron is up to the challenge and will deliver it.

OK, I got that off my chest. I hope this will be my last post with politics on it.

Keep an eye on this blog next Monday for another Letter From Ipswich.

Like a politician, I promise not to delay any more posts.

Let's see how I manage to keep my promise to my readers.

Until then.

Love,

Miles.

Letters From Ipswich

Looking through my father's journals I found a bunch of letters addressed to Mr Cason that I've never heard of. They were from a woman named Nancy and as I read them two things were clear, one, she wrote the letters in 1976, and two, Nancy was no older than 8 when she wrote it.

I'm thinking of posting a few of those letters here. Some are short and some don't make sense without reading my father's letter to her, but there are some gems of paranormal stories.
To give you a taste, here's the first letter, the introductory one.

"Hello Mr. Cason.
My name is Nancy, I live in Ipswich with my Mum. I heard the minister at the church tell a man that you know what to do if there is a ghost in my house. I think I have at least one ghost in my bedroom.
My Mum does not believe me and the minister spoke with her when I asked if he could talk to the ghosts and she didn't like it.
If you know what to do, please write back to me and I will tell you about my ghosts.
Please write your letter to Lucy Healy, she was the woman who lived here before us, so my Mum will not open your letter.
If you don't know what I am talking about, I am sorry for the trouble.

Thank you Mr Cason.

With regards,

Nancy"

Adorable, isn't it? Anyone fancy reading the letters? Let me know here or on my Facebook group (just click on the Facebook logo on the right of this page)

Thank you my friends,

With regards,

Miles.