STRANGE THINGS FROM SWEDEN - A GROUP OF SWEDISH STORIES WRITTEN BY PRIMARY SCHOOL PUPILS AND THEIR TEACHER
Hello.
My name is Ingemar Wiklund and I'm teaching English in primary school in
Sweden. Last week I copied some stories from your website and had the pupils
writing some stories about supernatural things they had heard about or
witnessed themselves. Several stories were obvious fakes, but some of them
are stories that the pupils claim are true, and it´s those stories I submit to you
now.
DOGFIGHT
This story happened in 1992. In those days, I lived in the town Örnsköldsvik at
the coast in the northern part of Sweden. My former girlfriend and I had a really
tough dog named Clarissa. She was a Belgian shepherd - a Teurverence, and
could have been a real champion if it wasn´t for her bad temper and grave
guardian instincts, which caused me sheer hell living in an apartment. On the
other hand, one time she single-handed attacked two German shepherds that
had escaped from their pen and attacked us in the middle of the night, and she
won the fight. As I said, she was a tough dog!.
I owned a small mechanic workshop and beside was an old abandoned two
storied building that had been owned by my family since late 17th century.
Between 1921-1959 it was used as a hotel but after the death of my
grandmother in 1978, it was more or less deserted. My father had been trying to
rent out the rooms, but no one had been living there for a long time.
The building had a bad reputation and people who had been living there complained about doors
that opened by themselves, the sound of a crying infant and the feeling that
someone was watching them.
This very night, I used one of the rooms as an office and I was writing on my
computer. I had the door to the corridor open, since I was smoking cigarettes
and the room lacked ventilation. It was about 11pm and Clarissa had been
sleeping under the table when all of a sudden, the computer screen became
blank. All the text was gone except the letters G.H. which I hadn't written. In
that moment Clarissa ran against the door, showing all her teeth, her ears were back against
her head and not barking but growling the way a dog does when a fight is
inevitable. Then she jumped high in the air against a thing in the doorway,
something that I couldn't see. It was as if she had aimed at the throat of a human. The
human would have been at least 180 cm tall. She thumped into something in
the middle of the jump and landed on the floor yelling. Then she ran into the
corner behind the table, growling. The moment after, she jumped so she stood
under my knees (everything had happened so fast that I was still sitting in my chair),
and barked angrily several times before she attacked again.
This time, she tried two attacks. Both times she jumped high in the air and
thumped into something that sent her yelling to the floor and after the second
attack, she must have realised that whatever she tried to bite, it was to tough
for her, so for the first (and the last) time in my life, I saw her leave me behind and
running towards the entrance door to get out. All the time she sounded nearly
as if she was crying. A strange sound from a dog!
I left everything as it was and followed her out, I didn't want to stay alone in
the building. When I passed the doorway, nothing tried to stop me and nothing
felt unusual.
From that day, I use to say that I have never seen a ghost myself,
but my dog sure saw one, attacked it and was beaten by it.
The building has since been turned to gravel and it's now a parking lot . The
community intend to build a rental house there and when my father (who grew
up in that building) heard that he only said: "May god have mercy with the poor
bastards that will live in that house". That is the only thing my father ever has
mentioned about his childhood in that house, and after that night, I agree with
him.
Submitted from: Ingemar Wiklund, Sweden
MY TRANSMIGRATION OF MY SOUL
It was last summer when I climbed my favourite tree. I usually do that when I want to be alone and just think about life. Sometimes I climb up in the tree and sit and meditate.
This very day I wanted to climb high up in the tree. When I came high up, I suddenly saw an angel sitting right in front of me. It was a beautiful girl. She had a blue long dress and nothing on her feet. She had long light beautiful hair and blue eyes. She looked at me an she took me to another place. The other place had colours that were brighter than in this world. The sky was darker than light blue but lighter than dark blue. The grass in the meadow where we walked together was darker than light green but lighter than dark green. It was very
easy to breathe. I was so very happy. And we walked across the meadow.
My mother saw the accident. The branch had broken and I had fallen on the
ground. My heart stopped and I had stopped breathing. And the story ended at
the hospital.
The truth is that the story will never end because I will never forget the angel
and the bright colours in the spirit world. And I always want to go back there!!
Submitted from: Jennie W Age 13, Sweden
THE SPIRIT IN THE GLASS
It was a winter evening around 1.00 p.m. in my friend Mickaels house in our tiny village in the outback of Sweden. It was I, Mickael and Åsa. We sat in Mickaels parents garage and played "spirit in the glass" (English translation: Seance or variation on Ouija Board). It was Mickaels turn to ask the spirit something. He warmed the glass over the candle and then, we heard something walk on the gravel outside the garage. We were very scared in that moment. Suddenly, something hit the garage door very hard and then it was
quiet. We all stood still in scared silence, but after a while we walked to the door
and opened it slowly. Nothing was outside, but we saw giant footprints in the
gravel outside the garage, about size 47 (European standard). We went inside
the house, but the only one that was in the house was Mickaels mother, which is
a small woman. We asked her if it was she who had been walking outside, but it
wasn't So who could it possible have been?
Submitted from: Erik H Age 13, Sweden
[Home]
I was on my way somewhere but I didn´t know where.
Suddenly I heard my mother shout: BREATHE, BREATHE, BREATHE !!!!!
I tried to breath but I couldn´t.
My mother had pushed my heart to beat. And now I was back in my life again and I was so angry so I just screamed, screamed and screamed. I wanted to stay on the other side - the side we call
the spirit world.
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