Hello everyone. My name is Brad and I live in the UK. I
have spent a good year or so reading and re-reading all
the amazing stories on COS, and thought that once I had
got through them all, I would send in some of my
experiences. These are the first couple that spring to
mind.
When I was 8, my family moved out into a little village in
the country. The bedroom I shared with my brother for a
few years (until my sister moved away and he got her room)
was particularly scary and was always cold. My brother and I used to play a game he came up with, by the name
of: "Imagination Ceiling". Played at night, you spent a
bit of time with the big light on, then turned it off and
described what you could see in the darkness. It must have
been something to do with the eyes not being so good in
the dark for however long it takes. We used to see really
bizarre things in the ceiling, but the scariest event
occurred one night when I was about 12.
We had bunk beds and I was in the top bunk. I woke up in the middle of the
night to see what looked like black lumps, or patches of
darker areas, slowly moving across the ceiling and sliding
down the wall against which the bed was pushed. I seem to
remember putting my hand on the wall (what bravery!) and
when one rolled over my hand, it felt very cold. These
were not shadows or something projected, they were big
dark patches.
I was becoming more and more terrified and
leapt out of bed to switch the light on. Like in all my
worst nightmares, it did not come on, and I was so beside
myself with fear that everything felt unreal and dreamy
for a while. Gathering my wits, I went out onto the
landing and looked out at the church across the road. All
the street lamps were off, and the night was a mucky brown
colour. It must be a power cut. I went to the door of my
parents room and through the closed door tried to convey
my terror to my mother, who told me to stop messing about
and go back to bed. No way was I going back in there, so I
sat on the landing all night.
Another weird thing to happen in there was when I was
about 17. My best friend Paul and myself were playing a
game on my ace ZX Spectrum 48K supercomputer (I think it
was Commando - where you have machine guns and bombs and
have to take out the little soldiers). We were taking it
in turns to play. It was about 1am, since my father was
watching cricket from Australia which was on all night
here in Blighty (Paul would nip down every so often to
check on the score, but I find most sport - and
particularly cricket - very boring). We had changed over,
and I was now killing the little soldiers, and Paul said,
in a croaky voice: "Look at that". I turned in the
direction he was indicating, and a glass was moving slowly
from one side of the shelf to the other, and it stopped
just short of the edge. His face turned a nasty shade of
pale, and said something of the order of "what the hell
(or insert swear word of choice) was that?" After all the
other scary stuff to have gone on in there, this was quite
mild, and consequently I was not ruffled. I just
said "Someone must have wanted the glass moved. That's
alright." He was aghast. "How can you be so calm? A glass
just moved on its own!" He picked up the glass and
inspected it, then tried to push the glass across the
shelf himself. This time it made a dragging sound that was
not there before. I wondered whether it was riding on a
cushion of air and water (like the big laugh trick we used
to do at school dinners - floating plastic beakers across
the table in spilled water), but this was ruled out too.
We could find no explanation.
Thanks for reading, and a Merry Yule to you all.
Contact me here: honourable_ghost@hotmail.com
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