The Nanny - The Ghost of Ellena Humphreys
I have many stories to tell, but I think this one is most appropriate to tell the world.
My granddad loved making up stories so I thought it was just a prank when he told me that the house he moved into was haunted by my great, great nanny (his nanny). I was only twelve years old when he told me this story
Ellena Humpreys was her name, a rich powerful woman. Every one in her family obeyed her, even my granddad. He never back-chatted or told her she was wrong, he was too scared to.
One night, she went down the street to do the family shopping for the week. She was alone in the shop (or so she thought) when she was stabbed in the heart. Nobody knew who did it and nobody really cared. "It was only Ellena Humpreys" they said. Only the police were worried because there was a murderer on the loose.
They arrested the shopkeeper, but the fingerprints didn't match the ones on the knife. That seemed to be the end of the story, but however, not the end my story. I slept that night as my mum and dad were too lazy to come get me. My granddad didn't have a car, and my own nanny didn't have a driver's license, failed the test twelve times and then gave up.
That night, I woke up to see a women wearing day clothes. I was scared as I didn't know who this person was. I screamed and my granddad came into my room and asked what was the matter. I told him a woman was staring at me. My nan said it was just a dream, but my granddad thought different. He asked if she was wearing white clothes. "White?" I replied "yes". Then he asked if she had wiggly grey hair? I replied she did. Then my granddad looked pale and said that wasn't a dream, that was Ellena. It was very scary. - By Bradley Archer