I asked my Grandson to collect the children’s plastic cups and plates from the shelf in my Airing cupboard. He came running down stairs telling me there is a Ghost in the cupboard. I asked him to show me.
For him to reach the cups, he had to stand onto and to a large box of bits of pieces, covered by old blankets.
So I he climbs and sure enough an eerie voice says,” the time is 10:45. It was a touch clock that we bought for a relative who was losing his sight. He spent the whole day going up an down the stairs , ‘playing’ with the ghost. Apparently his name is Harold.