It must be the time of year. But for me the changing colours, abundance of mists, smell of woodsmoke and 'nip in the air' go hand in hand with the telling of tales.
As I've already mentioned my post last year correlated almost exactly with the one this year in which spooky tales abound.
And when I threw down the gauntlet to the rest of you I wasn't sure what to expect.
But as ever my fears were unfounded as you have provided me with so much to 'consider'!
But as ever my fears were unfounded as you have provided me with so much to 'consider'!
So now it's time.
Draw up a chair.
Turn off your phone.
And read ...
Lacock Abbey. And a cold hand on the shoulder .....
Others agreed. It's not somewhere I know, but in those few words Angel Jem has summoned up a terrifying atmosphere.
I have had a few spooky/weird things going shortly after my Father died. Clocks chiming, blinds going up and down and strange sensations in the house. Thankfully all is quiet now.
How many of you can empathise with that?
My husband went upstairs to use the bathroom while tea was cooking. I was in the dining room. I felt someone go past the dining room door so I went into the kitchen to ask hubby if tea was ready. But he wasn't there. So who went past the door?
Say no more.
Melody relates a story she shared with her mother.
Happened many years ago. My Mum and I were at her Aunt's big, old house
cleaning (Aunt was in the Hospital) ~ we were the only ones there. The house
had two set of stairs, the main stairs ~ and the back stairs that lead from
what would have been the "maid's quarters" in times gone by, directly
to the kitchen. I was in the kitchen, on hands and knees cleaning the stove. I
heard Mum walk down the entire wooden stair case, and then stop at the closed
door. So I got up, figuring she must have had her hands full, to open the door.
I did, but she wasn't there. I was confused, so I went up the stairs to find
her?? She was in the bathroom, cleaning the tub on her hands and knees.. with the
water running. Yup, true story. ~ and my only personal encounter with restless
spirits.
Mum spend a lot of time in the house growing
up... and always heard people walking around, stairs creaking from feet, and
closing doors. It seems who ever lived there before just couldn't bear to
leave?
My Granny used to tell me a story that her Granny used to tell. Great Great Granny Margaret had a little son named Hughie. One day she noticed that something was up with the little fella and asked what was wrong. Oh dear, he said, but I am going away, some where far and very cold. Poor Hughie died within the year and they said that when his mother was nearing death she swore that young Hugh never left the end of her bed....
For more detailed stories you wont be disappointed if you visit Wendy over at September Violets. Her story is not only fascinating but features the most wonderful photography - with an unexpected twist at the end!
Mrs Black also thrills us with an experience that she stumbled over after taking a different turn in the road. Just be careful when driving in the rain!
Frances over in New York shows us just how Hallowe'en is celebrated over in the Big Apple with fantastic pictures from her neighbourhood.
So what about you?
Does this time of year make you look sideways - instead of straight ahead?
If nothing else this goes to show that the age old tradition of story telling is alive and well.
And maybe closer than you think.
Jane
xxx
