Ever seen a Ghost ?

This is a long story, and every word is TRUE. When I was twenty one, my grandfather died in Caerphilly, south Wales. I went to the funeral, and because I lived so far away, my aunt put me up for the night.

I was put in a little box room at the back of the house above the kitchen. As I was tired, I went to sleep very quickly. I dont know what time it was, but it was so dark that I couldnt see a thing. I was woken up by somebody pulling my legs from the bottom of the bed. The hands were cold and I was almost out of the bed. I was slowly sliding down the bed and, because it was a single bed, managed to grab hold of the bedframe and hang on. I dont know how long this lasted for, it seemed like hours. But as the sun came up over the mountain, and shone into the room. The hands let go and my legs dropped down. The room suddenly got warm.I got up and went downstairs.

Later that day I met my father. He asked me what was wrong with me because I looked very pale and looked ill. I told him about the night that I had and showed him my ankles. They were bruised and looked like hand prints. He told me that the house was haunted, but nothing had been seen or heard for years.

 So he told me the story. Years before, a man from up the street had been sent to prison. On his release, he went home to his father, who was a lay priest and was turned away. His father disowned him. On release from prison, in those days, they were given half a crown to get them home. So he went down to my aunts house, that was empty at the time, and broke in. He put his half crown in the gas meter, and gassed himself in the kitchen.

Why did he suddenly reappear that night? My father said, His name was Peter Evans. It sounds unbelievable, but every word is true, although cut shorter so that I wont bore you too much.

Is it a coincidence ? My name----Peter Evans.

This is the story that I wanted to put in but managed to copy and paste. Saved a lot of work.