It only lasted a few minutes, and then she was back where she belonged. She had never heard of anything like that, and in fact none of us had, until I decided to do a search on it the other night.
Mum excused herself and went back down to the kitchen and told the others that there was a lady who didn't look well in the front room. She explained what had happened, so the group of them all went to see if they could help the lady, who of course, was not there.
Over time, the woman's image faded off the photo and I must admit that I was quite glad it was gone by the time I was born. We still have the photos taken that day, but they are at my mother's house... If things get sorted out and I can get copies of the photo at any time, I will scan it and email it, although as I said, the woman is no longer there.
These are true accounts of things my mother grudgingly told us, and she was a very morally upright person who wouldn't lie even under pressing circumstances.
He was so freaked out, I didn't get a beating for about six months. I can't explain what happened. I am not really a 'ghosty story' person. The only ones I have ever believed were Mum's, but that's because I never knew her to lie, and she never sensationalised anything.