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Monday, 8 April 2013

G is for Ghost Story

I'm no M.R. James, but what follows is a true story. Make of it what you will...

Twelve or thirteen years ago, I was sat at my computer desk in the spare bedroom, when the world exploded. Well, not quite; truth is it was a plastic bottle of lemonade that blew up, a bottle on top of the fridge that ended up running down the back of  that particular appliance and shorting out the entire electric system of the flat I lived in, plunging me into darkness less than a second after the noise. Quite a shock, I can tell you. But more was to come...

In bed that same night, fast asleep, only to be woken by a crashing sound within the bedroom. Intruder, was my first thought, and as I opened my eyes a shadowy figure passed across the foot of the bed, a shape wearing a wide-brimmed hat and a long coat, pausing to turn and regard me. Seeing this sight, I did what any red-blooded male would have done - I screamed. Not a high-pitched, shrill scream from a horror film, more a deep and primal cry of terror from the dawn of time. Whatever that scream did - woke me up? - the figure disappeared. I laughed, feeling like a fool, but it was the laughter of relief; so relieved, in fact, that I was crying. Dawn arrived the next morning, revealing that the long mirror had fallen from the wall, yet was unbroken...

The bottle went back to the shop, who in turn sent it back to the manufacturer. Turns out the bottle had burst at the centre of its bottom, supposedly the strongest part. A trip to Edinburgh and a chat with a white warlock the day after Beltane (yes, really), revealed that mirrors are thought of as potential gateways to the spirit world. Did something come through, or was I simply dreaming, my subconscious dwelling on the shock of that exploding bottle? All I know is, real or dream, I saw it and it scared the living daylights out of me... (cue A-Ha)



4 comments:

  1. A chilling experience not matter true or not. I love reading about ghost stories. :)

    If you have a chance, I'm chatting about ghosts, too at Karen's Shenanigans.

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  2. I would have been frightened to death at the 'intruder.' I would have had trouble sleeping in that room again.

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  3. I'd get rid of the mirror if I were you! Haha
    - A-Z :)
    Bonniegwyn.blogspot.com

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