The following story is a true account that took place in
Scotland in the late 1970's.
In the summer of 1979, my uncle Tony and his 3 friends
decided to go on a weeks holiday in Scotland. As their
budget was limited they decided to rent a caravan and stay
in a campsite. This was quite isolated, with not much on
site, except basic amenities.
One night they decided to venture out of the site and go to
the local village pub. So, picking up their torches, they
all set out to start their short journey on a dark country
road. All except one, their friend Sam, who was exhausted
and decided to stay behind and get some shut eye.
When the group of friends arrived at the pub they realised
that they had not brought enough money with them, so
another of my uncles friends, Alfie, went back to the
caravan to get his wallet.
As Alfie opened the caravan door, he was taken aback by gas
fumes. In a panic he managed to turn off the gas which
had been turned on at the stove. He then managed to wake
Sam who was laying in the bed, oblivious to what was going
on and fortunately not affected too much by the gas. Alfie
had arrived just in time.
Later that night the friends discussed what had happened.
It was a complete mystery as to who turned on the gas and
most importantly - why.
One of them suddenly remembered something and then gave a
chilling account of what had happened the previous night.
He was awoken in the middle of the night to find someone
trying to shut one of the windows, situated on the roof of
the caravan. He naturally assumed that this was one of his
friends, so went back to sleep. He now recalled that this
person was standing on a stool, which was strange, because
the group of friends were all tall enough to reach this
window, without the aid of a stool. Whoever this person
was, it was not one of his friends, but someone who was
short.
They could not understand who this was and why they were
trying to shut the window.
They were left with the terrifying conclusion that this was
the same figure who had turned on the gas. If all the
windows were closed in such a confined space and all the
gas turned on, the consequences would be fatal.
The following night, they ALL went back to the pub and told
their strange story to the landlord. The man seemed
surprised but told them that other things had happened in
the area. The previous year another group of holiday makers
had been walking from the campsite to the pub. They had
told of how they had met up with a young man in his early
twenties. They started a conversation with him and
continued on the dark country road. As they got closer to
the pub, they turned around, only to find that he had
disappeared. They looked around but he was nowhere to be
seen. Since that night, locals had told the story of a
ghostly man in the area.
Out of curiosity, my uncle asked the landlord if the
holiday makers remembered what this man looked like. The
landlord said that the only thing that they said about the
man was that he was quite short.
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