Tuesday 26 March 2013

A Spooky Recollection.

Way back in the mists of my little life I got transferred with my job back to my home town, and for a few months I commuted weekly between there and where I lived about a hundred miles away. During the week I stayed at my mother’s house, a small terraced place in an old industrial part of the city.

The first night I went to bed there, I turned off the light and was startled to see how intensely dark the room was. Pitch black; couldn’t see my hand in front of my face. It felt intensely cold, too; and then I had the strongest feeling that there was something disembodied and unfriendly in the room with me.  It wasn’t very nice.

I do hope nobody reads this just before retiring.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

You hope in vain, g'night.

Rob.

JJ said...

Leave the light on.