A final farewell........
the Webmaster, I too have been married previously, and have two children
as a result: one of each in my case!!
Several years ago I was
on holiday with my then fiance. We were driving around and staying at
guest houses en route. We arrived in York on the Easter weekend, only
to find that, apart from the really expensive hotels, all the accomodation
But my unease grew: I felt as if I were being watched and in my mind's eye I visualised an old lady standing behind me, her eyes boring into the back of my neck. I told my fiance, who thought it was a big joke, although he agreed the place was a little weird.
We had a nice
day looking round, but at the back of my mind was this dread that we had
to return to our hotel. I spent a very uncomfortable and sleepless night,
and couldn't wait to leave the next morning. Life went on and a couple
of years later I was chatting to a couple from Blackpool. The wife used
to be a silver service waitress and cleaner in York. It turns out she
worked at this hotel and her words to me were:
I was around the age of
twelve when I had my first spooky experience. It was in the early hours
of the morning one night when I was unable to sleep. Frustrated at tossing
and turning, I decided to venture downstairs for a hot drink and to 'wind
down' a little before attempting to try to sleep again.
After what felt like a lifetime - but which was probably only minutes - Megan calmed down, took one last look at the window and settled herself, once again, infront of the fire where she fell to sleep. I nervously sat with her, sipping at my now-cold chocolate and knowing now, I would never be able to sleep. But as I grew calmer, a horrendously loud noise filled the lounge: so loud and so frightening that I had to cover my ears for the sheer volume of it. I stood up in panic, and looked at my dog who was still quietly and peacefully sleeping. I shouted in disbelief over the noise, 'Megan, are you telling me you can't hear that?!' Scared half to death and still with my hands clapped over my ears, I made my way over to the lounge window and looked out to see the strangest and most unexplainable sight: two see-through African drums floating in mid-air in the dog pen. On the drums lay two brown sticks - the type used for other type of drums and percussion instruments. I stood staring for a long time, the vision not changing but remaining still, all the while, the deafening sound continuing, Megan still sleeping by the fire....
After what was probably about ten minutes, I sat back on the sofa, my ears still covered, and I cried with fear, paralysed and worrying too much about 'sounding silly' to wake my parents.
Some time later, I realised the sound had stopped and everything was peaceful again. I made my way to the window again and found the drums to be gone. It took some time for me to sleep that night, and it was years later before I told my mother what had happened that night. I saw her face whiten with what I was telling her but when I asked what was wrong, she told me I 'didn't need to know.'
That night was so frightening for me as a little girl, and even now, eight years later, I remember the vision of the drums and the sound they made... I'll never forget it, and hope never to have an experience like it again.