I had got to the front door and was trying to unlock it when he caught me. I squirmed out of his grip and opened the door, feeling myself falling down the front step. My arm was yanked back in its socket as he gripped my wrist but I slammed the door on him. I felt his nails scratch me as he clawed at my trailing hand…
Out, I was out, back in the cold dark street. Into the car, fumbling at the lock. He was not following? Something to do with the street lights?
I revved the engine and put it in gear. Where to go so late? All my friends would have gone to bed. My sister? She lived miles away. Far enough away to be safe from him.
I drove out of town, into the dark of the countryside. The street lights dwindled and I drove along, marvelling at my night vision. Normally I struggled to see but tonight? There must be a full moon.
My hand itched where he had scratched me…..
I could not seem to concentrate and sweat dropped into my eyes. The heater was on full blast so I turned it down.
Now I was close to my sisters home. I drove into her street. The lights were out but I have a spare key.
I looked in the mirror to tidy myself up. Golden eyes glowed back at me… My eyes…. And I was suddenly very very hungry……
I had walked into my bedroom and seen the shadowy figure of my partner sitting in a chair by the window. I tried to see his face but the full moon in the window behind him cast darkness across his face.
“What’s up with the lights?” I asked, trying to keep my voice calm.
“I took out the bulbs” he replied..
That was something I had not thought of. “Why?”
“I need the dark” was all he would say.
I felt the chill air seeping into my body, something was wrong with the heating, it had been playing up before I went out to choir practice. Now it was as cold inside as it had been out in the night.
“It’s cold” I said simply. “Do you want a coffee?”
I was getting worried and scared, Henri was usually a happy, talkative man. His manner now was just not like him.
“I’m going downstairs” I said,
“Well this is stupid” I started to edge towards the door.
Then he opened his eyes….they were glowing gold….
I ran. Down the stairs, tripping and falling but catching the bannister I managed to halt myself. I felt a bone crack in one of my fingers, but I found I felt no pain, I just wanted to get out. Get back in the car, get away……
(To be continued…..?)
Your bricks and windows are staring down at me,
a cold wind picks up the few scattered leaves that have invaded the space.
As the sun sets the air glows frozen grey blue,
Pouring cold into green grey tarmac surrounded by factory buildings.
Water droplets frost the car windscreens sitting on the parking lot,
“We are watching you” you seem to whisper, and, I look up to see what may be there.
But just blank and broken windows look back in a long black stare.
Getting in my car I carefully wash away the mist, old buddlea branches scraping the paintwork,
left and left again, into the street, and away from old creeping ghosts and memories of Clay.
The lights go down
You step forward,
Suddenly a figure in black enters
A glint of metal
An arm raised
Bang bang your dead?
End of act one…..
Hint of mist,
Haze of fog,
Gravestone centre stage,
Hush falls over the audience,
The earth in the grave tumbles,
Fingers push upwards,
A hand raised up,
Blackened nails stretch out
Through a solid stage?!
You know it’s getting towards Halloween when your local garden centre cafe is decorated in signs like these and stick on blood splattered hand prints, witches and ghostly sheet covered apparitions (why a ghost would wear a sheet defies explanation) .
There’s a couple of places round here that may be haunted. One is the Leopard Hotel in Burslem, Stoke-on-Trent.. This old Inn and hotel has even appeared on Britain’s most haunted. It is said to have Ghostly apparitions. I know they do ghost walks around the upper floors. I must go again.
The other place you may find a Ghost is Little Moreton, owned by the National Trust. This is an Elizabethan Hall out on the border between Staffordshire and Cheshire on the A34 Road. It’s an amazing building with a timber frame. There is a long gallery upstairs, and a few eerie corners, and dark places which feel spooky.
One thing we have seen recently are small bat’s 🦇 flitting about in the 🌆 dusk. They come round the back of our house because we have a pond. We have also seen them on the canal at Etruria and also up behind penkhull village hall. I don’t know if they hibernate in the winter or just stay dormant but they are probably feeding themselves up to survive the cold months.
Late at night, my cat suddenly stares into the other room, somehow aware of something in there. I look but there is nothing but darkness, no sound, no movement, no figure, nothing except an old armchair.
It doesn’t happen often, but I feel sure my cat is seeing something in another realm that we cannot see. Cats eyes are so accurate, catch every ray of light, every glimmer or speck of movement. Reflecting them back in the dark as shining pools of mother of pearl, glimmering, unblinking.
What does he see? A previous presence? A future me? A distant spectre made visible by random fluctuations in the aether?
Nothing happens, he continues to stare for a few moments more then relaxes and commences washing his paws.
For the last few nights the Moon has been close to Venus ….so I took these on thursday night with my phone camera..
And each one showed up the Moon, but Venus was very faint, and the bright light on the canal warehouse was shining so bright that you can barely see the pixel of light that is Venus.
But then I like duplicating photos, and there was one with the moon glimmering through the branches of a willow tree so I decided to use the layout app to switch one photo through 180 degrees.
Much to my cheer I realised the glimmers look like eyes! The branches and leaves like hair, the roof looks like shoulders.. it could be a monstrous alien……
(I also see faces and animals in patterned wallpaper)