This is a pretty old thread but id like to add my story. As a child I used to live down Mossfield Rd in Kings Heath, in a detached house which was near to Wheelers Lane Junior School end of the road. We moved there in 82 and lived there until the late 80's . When we moved in I always thought there was someone watching us. At first , my sister and I shared a bedroom at the back of the house. I used to note that items would move around the room on their own, for example, id put a pen on my bedside table and when I turned back it was on the shelf underneath. If it had rolled off the table it would have landed on the floor as there was an extended lip to the table as it were, but no. there it was sitting pretty on the shelf underneath.
One night, my little sister woke me up terrified. She said a ghost was looking at her by the side of her bed. Being the big sister, I calmed her down and tucked her into bed telling her there was no such things as ghosts. I then looked around the room and I saw what looked like a roman centurion looking straight at her. He was halfway through the floor, transparent and by the side of her bed. I asked her there and then what she thought she saw and she described what I was looking at. Well, I was slightly freaked out to put it mildly. I told her I couldn't see anything so she must have dreamt it. I then dived under my covers and hid. Around 10 minutes later, I looked again and he had gone.
The worst thing to happen to me was when I moved to the front bedroom which was situated above the garage and it had a little room adjoining which was over the small outhouse that was joined to the garage. On a regular basis, in the middle of the night, I would be woken by the sound of the sawing of wood. It was loud and it would continue until I got up out of bed . The sound always came from the outhouse. It didn't matter how quiet I was, I could be silent, but as soon as I put my feet on the floor it would stop. I used to tell my parents and my extended family about it but they would say it was the wind I was hearing. I knew it was not the wind as it would happen on the calmest of nights.
Fast forward 30 years later. Im having lunch with my elderly auntie. She knew the people who owned the house before us, as she lived across the road from us. I had no knowledge of these people, except that the female owner passed away after falling and breaking her hip. Hence us buying the house. Anyway, I was telling her 'my ghost story' about the sawing of the wood and she gasped. She told me that the former owner had a husband who had died before her. A tree had fallen in the garden and she said he refused to hire someone to get rid of it. He apparently was sawing it up, when he felt unwell and went to lie down. He then promptly died of a cardiac arrest. It all made sense and it was then I knew I wasn't imagining it. I swear down i had no knowledge of this man and how he died before this day.
I often wonder if he is still there, sawing away , and if the current owners hear him too. I hope he has crossed over by now and is at peace. Thanks for listening.
