The uninvited

He’s a short story for my many fans and commenters who regularly interact on my web page, NOT! If you take the time to visit leave a comment, it would be really great, it’s what it’s for.

So Jack had Been interested in the paranormal since he was a kid, he’d read loads of books and watched all the “videos” on YouTube but it really hadn’t quenched his thirst for his own paranormal experience. He decided to try a ghost event in his local town which had been advertised on one of the many paranormal pages he followed.

The location was an old boys school which had also been a adult learning centre but had been closed down by the council. A local paranormal group had been given permission to hold events by the council, the building was over 150 years old and had been built by a mining company for their employees children.

The night of the event Jack made his way to old school and was met by Tracey who was meeting and greeting people, confirming they had booked and sending them off to an area that was set aside for refreshments and planning the night once everyone had arrived. By 9pm everyone had arrived, there were only 7 people including Jack which suited him fine as he wasn’t really a people person.

Once the initial brief was completed everyone was split into 2 groups, Jack was in a team of 3, himself and a couple called Rich and Anna who were in their mid 30’s. After the introductions and being allocated a location all 3 moved off to the main hall where there was a small raised platform. Some equipment was already set up for the group otherwise they were left to their own devices.

Rich decided to take charge much to Jacks annoyance but he was going to let it spoil his night of ghost hunting. Jack offered to sit at the other end of the hall with the video camera whilst Rich and Anna conducted a number of experiments set by the organisers.

To say the night was a let down was an understatement, absolutely nothing happened throughout the night, even being moved to a different location didn’t help. Jack was very frustrated with the lack of incidents and made his feelings known to the organisers who explained that there had been a number of reported encounters with an old headmaster who had died of a heart attack in his office 60 years ago but Jack was having none of it and vented his frustrations as he left stating that that he hoped he’d been a better headmaster than he was a ghost, a childish comment that he regretted by the time he’d got home and reflected on what he’d said.

Jack put the event to the back of his mind and got on with his daily Monday to Friday routine. By the middle of the week his usually good sleeping pattern was being disturbed by strange dreams about the headmaster from the old school, what made them strange was that in each dream Jack was the pupil, in fact the only pupil and each night the old headmaster was getting angrier and angrier until one night he had given Jack the cane across both hands what made this even more scarier was that when Jack woke up there were cane marks on both hands. Jack was never able to remember what had made the headmaster angry in the first place but this worried him a lot.

Part 2 to follow soon.

Haunted Antiques

Hi everyone, so here’s a different take on the Paranormal. Www.hauntedresearchcentre.com run by a guy called Neil Packer. He also has a radio show and a Facebook page, I would encourage you all to have a look, it’s really interesting I have to say. He also hosts ghost events via his website, a must for all interested in the paranormal.

In the middle of the night pt2

Ok so you get woken in the middle of the night, not sure why but fight or flight seems to have kicked in. Here’s what happened to me.

I woke up one night around 2am, busting for a pee but something had spooked me. I had woken up instantly but I had no idea by who or what but I was really spooked. The need to pee took over the fear I had so I got out of bed and walked to the door. My bedroom door was always open due to the children but as I got to it I hesitated, I don’t know why but the fear was back big time but so was my full bladder. I had the feeling that something was downstairs, I can’t explain why I felt this so I headed to the bathroom without looking down the stairs. Now usually I would be lazy and sit down for a pee but for some reason I stood up this time and obviously my back is too the door which was open. As I was peeing I had the strongest feeling someone or something was watching me. Eventually the urge to look was too much and at the bottom of the stairs to the right edge was the small white mist which appeared to be peeking around the wall at the bottom of the stairs, naturally this freaked me out big time and I stopped peeing and I knew I needed to leave. The urge was overpowering and as I turned to leave the bathroom the white mist was at the bottom of the stairs. Now don’t ask me why but I feared whatever it was big time, my heart was beating so fast. So I made my way back to the bedroom as quickly as I could. Now what was even stranger was as I entered the bed room and shut the door, in my minds eye, which was like watching tv, I could see this mass moving up the stairs extremely quickly and reaching the door as I closed it and stopped. It was like the door was a barrier it couldn’t cross, thankfully. I dived back into bed and I could see and feel the frustration coming from whatever was outside the door, I was so scared I can tell you, I lay there for some time trying to calm myself and come up with a rational explanation for what had just happened, surprisingly I couldn’t but thankfully it only happened the once.

In the middle of the night

I’m sure you’ve all woken up in the middle of the night for the usual, needing the toilet, a noise outside, the dog, one of the children but what about the ones where your instantly wide awake. You know something has woken you but you’re not sure what but as the sleep clouds disappear you get that feeling. You know the one, someone or something has got your attention. You’re fight or flight instinct is kicking in but you don’t know why, after all your “safe” in your own home. We all feel safe in our own homes, safe, secure. So why are we feeling so scared and exposed. Something or someone is there, you know it, you can feel it. Every fibre is telling you your in danger. You pull your feet back under the covers and pull them up to your chin or even over your head. Sleep eventually comes and in the morning the event is clear in your mind but the rational side of your brain tells you it was just a dream but you know it wasn’t. So the question is what was it?

Tell me your experiences about this and your explanations and I will tell you about the time I was brave enough to get out of bed and what happened to me.