Shadow Figures

Our old house was an old house, with creaky floorboards and a cold spot by the stairs.

We used to see dark figures walk past while sitting on the sofa. Sometimes, in the reflection of the TV, we’d spot someone moving around, but when we turned to look, no one was there.

Candles were moved too. Not just nudged, relocated.

One morning, our daughter Niamh was walking down the stairs and saw a man standing by the mirror. She swears he wasn’t anyone we knew. He vanished before her eyes.

Eventually, a priest came and blessed the house. After that, the activity stopped.

We don’t live there anymore, but sometimes we wonder if the new owners have noticed anything strange.

Mairead, Belfast