Turn off the light and fire up the candles…snuggle up in your blankets and huddle round, it’s time to tell a ghost story.
Due to popular demand (2 requests) I am going to indulge you in the tales of when ghosts have crossed my path, it wasn’t in a rapey Barbara Hershey in The Entity kind of way, even ghosts have standards, and it wasn’t in a scary Poltergeist way either.
The first time it happened I was very young and I went upstairs in my Nan’s urine scented home to use the bathroom, I was alone. I’d done my business and as I exited the bathroom an apparition appeared before me, it was my Grandfather. I had never met him before, he died before I was born, I have his ears so I’m told (it’s nice to have someone to blame for my elongated lobes)
He never said anything, and then he disappeared. In truth he could have been one of my Nan’s fancy men who had freed himself from her shackles and was wondering around the hallway hungry and delirious but I’m sticking with my version of the story.
So the first tale was not really that eventful or believable and I was very young so I understand your cynicism. Story two however is certainly real and I swear by this account.
The Chinese believe that you should not sleep with a mirror opposite your bed, they reflect the soul and take away your energy. In Feng Shui mirrors have also been interpreted as a third-party in a marriage, and if you are married or have a partner you should not have a mirror reflecting your bed. They believe that mirrors reflect the sleeping couple, sending ‘shar hi’(bad energy) their way, causing misunderstandings, and in some instances causing one of the partners to become unfaithful.
So with that in mind, let me take you back to ooh, say about 6 years ago, I lived in flat in Kentish Town, I had the master bedroom with en suite, a grand antique double bed dominated the room, alongside a proper old-fashioned gentleman’s wardrobe. The mattress too was antique as it contained a vast array of stains that the CSI team would take years to identify. It was placed between two large sash windows and on the wall opposite the bed was a mirror. This was no ordinary mirror, it was as big as the bed in all dimensions, placed central on the wall looking over the bed, if you could ever take it off the wall it would have needed 4 people to carry it and it was just aswell it was firmly screw on or if it had fallen it would have crushed me in my sleep.
It was the kind of mirror that you could imagine leaping through to arrive in another parallel world, you could be trapped banging furiously on the other side looking over at yourself lying in bed. It was spooky in its own right.
People had come to my room and I was surprised I managed to get this room without a fight from my flatmates, they both said it felt spooky. I had some night-time callers but a couple of them wouldn’t stay or didn’t want to take it any further. This was obviously down to the room’s eerie ambience and not anything personal towards me.
But one night I awoke for no reason in the middle of the night, I looked straight to the corner of the room and I saw a face, I rubbed my eyes awake and focused, it slowly crept nearer, my heart skipped a beat. I was sober, this was no drunken imagery. The face was grinning, I could make out the toothy smile quite clearly, I sat up in bed and stared more, it neared me, it was walking ever so slowly toward me, I could make out the figure – it was of a boy, grinning from ear to ear, he was getting very close now, I reached for the bedside light and switched it on and the apparition vanished.
I suppose this had nothing to do with the mirror but if you find that kind of thing creepy you can let your imagination run riot. And the mirror was kinky when you could see yourself having sex.
See they weren’t scary, they were calm, but I don’t believe all ghost stories are scary. They are not all here to harm us or mess up our bookshelves, some ghosts are just chillin’.
Do you have a ghost story to share?