|Art by STEVE DITKO, copyright MARVEL COMICS|
two-year old post of a true tale to put you in the mood. Are you
alone? Are you sure you're alone? Perhaps you'd better check
first before we proceed. Ready? Good, then I'll begin.
Not long after my family had moved into our new house back
to do with my brother being scared to be alone than it was with the
risk of me catching pneumonia, but I grant that it could've been
a combination of both.
Some indeterminate time afterwards (a year or two perhaps),
Some years later, we moved house, and four years after that,
our former abode, told me that one night while lying in bed, a ghostly
apparition had drifted through the wall from my brother's old room
into theirs, then floated right over their bed and melted through the
a combination of too much alcohol and weed.
But here's where it gets strange (as you doubtless anticipated).
old woman in white shuffling towards my bedside. She stopped and
stooped, lowering her crinkled face towards mine as if scrutinizing it
intently. For a moment I was paralysed, but then, with a growl, I sat
bolt upright in bed to confront the ancient figure, who immediately
retreated (still facing me) into the far corner of the room
before fading into nothingness.
I sat stunned for a moment, not quite sure what had happened.
denly awoken - with the figure in my dream somehow still visible
before me, like some swiftly-diminishing after-image?
Who can say for sure? I still don't believe in ghosts, but that
one else got any similar experiences? Feel free to share.