Presence...

... I suppose that this story (a part II of this story, if you will) should begin with "it was a dark and stormy night".... but that would be a lie.... For it was, in fact, just a normal, mid-Spring, Scottish evening.... Cool and windy....

... this was my first encounter with a ghost'.. and I use that term loosely.... Because, well, I really have no idea what actually happened...

.... I do remember that it was a very late Friday night... a late Friday that had turned into an early Saturday morning....

... the Missus and I had been fed a late dinner by another couple and we were full and well toasty from the wine when the taxi dropped us off at the small cottage... as I mentioned before, we had lived there for almost a year and had already grown to love the old place...

... we undressed and immediately went to bed.... I was a mere slip of a lad at barely 22 years of age, and I was feeling my oats.... So we hadn't been in the sack long before I was angling for some whoopee... I remember distinctly that an agreement for lovin' was struck - provided that I did all of the heavy-lifting....

... so, as you do, I climbed aboard and was having my way... and two-thirds through the bump and grind, I felt a cold chill run down my spine... and I stopped - mid-pump - and slowly looked down.... the Missus was looking up at me with a total look of horror on her face..... she knew - we both knew - that someone was in the room with us... you could feel it in the air.. and what's more, this someone in the room meant us harm....

... in all my life, I have never felt anything like it before.... a seething anger that you could almost smell... a violent evil that vibrated so loudly that you could almost hear it through the quiet darkness.....

... I turned my head back towards the foot of the bed and the open bedroom door that lay just beyond, and peered into the darkness... there was nothing there but the blackness of the dark hallway.... I looked back down at The Wife... she was gripping my forearms so tightly that I thought her nails would cut my flesh....

... I got up and walked to the doorway... flipped on the light switch and stepped out.... nothing... the hallway was empty and cold.... But the feeling was still there.... I reached down and picked up my discarded jeans and retrieved my pocket knife.... And with a deep sense of dread, I stepped across the hall and into the bathroom.... again, nothing.... my search continued through the entire house, but each room was found empty....

... the frightening thing is that, well, the whole time I searched the house, I was absolutely sure that there was someone in the house... you could feel it... and I was completely terrified as I opened each door and checked each room....

... after clearing the house - each room, door, and window - I returned to bed to see my Wife stiffened with terror.... Which, of course, scared me even more... and as I started to climb back into bed, she spoke... "please close the bedroom door... I don't want whatever is in the hall to be able to watch us sleep." ....

... I did as she asked.... and I don't believe that either of us got much sleep that night.... the fright was such that neither of us even remembered to finish our bout of whoopee....

.... was it a ghost?.... I have no idea... was it real?... 100% and without a doubt... and it continued to happen each year.... for one night only - every Spring that we lived there - whatever it was would come back.... for each of the seven years that we rented that cottage...

... the second time that it showed up, I was in the living room huddled by the propane fire watching Australia play South Africa in a fine rugby match... the Wife had turned in hours before, and I could hear her gently snoring a few rooms away.... it was quite late at night and raining hard.... I remember suddenly having such a strange feeling of dread wash over me... I sat up and felt the hair on the back of my neck rise.... I knew someone was outside the closed living room door... and ten seconds later I heard the quick patter of my Wife's footsteps running down the hall...

... she flung the door open, raced inside, slammed the door shut, sat her naked-self on the couch, and stared at the closed door.... she was petrified... and whatever was in that hallway had awoken her from a peaceful sleep.... We both felt it at the same time - even though we were in different rooms.....

... it happened again, of course.... every year.... and always in the springtime....

.... I never witnessed anything... but I sure felt it... and whatever it was, it definitely had an attitude problem... the Wife actually managed to see a few things on occasion.... A woman walking through the kitchen in a nightgown.... and even the sensation of a child hugging her leg while she washed dishes a few times..... but me?.... never.... I only ever felt the Bad Man in the Hallway.... and he was more than enough for me...

... crazy stuff... but true...

.... Anyway, I'm tired and am off to bed... tune in for the next installment... we have The Mystery of The Slamming Gate'.... or, The Time Eric Was Told to Bugger-off By a Ghost In Broad Daylight' ....

by Eric on October 02, 2006 | Bullshit (16) | TrackBack (0) | SWG Stories
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Damn! I got goose bumps just reading about it!

Bullshitted by drc on October 2, 2006 07:56 AM

I've learnt to trust my instincts. If you feel that something is there, then.... yes, you're not alone.

And I learnt a *long* time ago never to sleep with my bedroom door open :o

Bullshitted by Fiona on October 2, 2006 08:07 AM

Spooky stuff. I'm still not sure that I belive in that stuff, being the cynic that I am, but I enjoy all the stories, especially when it's other people and not me getting the bejeebers scared out of them.

I grew up in a house that was over a hundred years old (fairly old for this city) and there were always rumours. My dad as well as our tenant from the upstairs flat, have always sworn that there was a "presence" in the parlour upstairs (the "fancy" living room). They say it was something/someone that didn't like children, because little kids would be upstairs and tearing all around the place and they would get to that room and just stop like they hit a wall. Kids always avoided that room, even me, and I don't know that it was anything conscious at the time, I just remember not liking it at the time and then dad telling me about what they thought about a "presence". Weird.

Bullshitted by Lisa W. on October 2, 2006 08:46 AM

I sure do like a good ghost tail. I suppose the blood soaked soil of Scotland and England might give rise to Evil ghoulies and ghosties.Chilling stuff.

Bullshitted by DanToom on October 2, 2006 10:54 AM

Spoooooky.....

Bullshitted by Alaska Kim on October 2, 2006 11:33 AM

Nothing like a true evil/dreadful prescence to perk things up like your heartbeat. I unfortunately have felt both "good & bad" prescences, but I still am not 100% I believe in "ghosts"....

Bullshitted by ralphd00d on October 2, 2006 12:51 PM

Trust YOUR house to be haunted by a voyeuristic pervert ghost who enjoys watching couples get it on!

Bullshitted by Mark on October 2, 2006 12:58 PM

Goose bumps for me as well... I am so very glad that my abode seems to be devoid of murderous spirits. So far anyway...

Bullshitted by Richmond on October 2, 2006 02:00 PM

Eeeek!!! I'm all freaked out now!!

Bullshitted by DogsDontPurr on October 2, 2006 03:19 PM

Holy shit. I think I'd have had to move out every spring...

Bullshitted by Bou on October 2, 2006 03:23 PM

Why did you stay????????

Bullshitted by Jean on October 2, 2006 06:08 PM

I love these stories...

Glad you posted them, bro.

Bullshitted by That 1 Guy on October 2, 2006 06:37 PM

Thanks, Eric. I looks forward to Parts III and IV. I love your stories. Hey! I found a song about Zombies today...

Bullshitted by Sine.Qua.Non on October 3, 2006 09:58 PM

We had one particular client at work who was always a little creepy. Some nights I'd feel this evil presence in the cottage, but only when she was awake.

Oh yeah, she wrote "The voices are telling me to kill myself" in black lipstick on the wall, too. And we currently have a girl who has homicidal ideations. Fun, fun...

Bullshitted by LadyGunn on October 4, 2006 05:40 AM

Damn Eric, it's 1:00am on a cold dark rainy night here in nyc.... and I just read your friekin scary story! I should call you up now to keep me company.

Bullshitted by michele on October 5, 2006 12:05 AM

Oh man, I believe every word of your story and have had more than my share of close encounters of the creepy kind. Ughh

Bullshitted by dragonlady474 on October 5, 2006 12:13 AM