A Fear Of Holding Hands...Part 2. (764 hits)
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Submitted by Dog the Barnymeinhoff Hunter (View user info) at 2005-10-26 07:52:32 EDT
Part 1. http://www.ubersite.com/m/77547
A fear Of Holding Hands...Part 2.
I had been in the house for about seven days before I had started to notice that there was a problem. Having recently lost my job and being at a loose end I had agreed to look after my friends new flat and do some minor building work while he was out of the country.
It wasn't the most comfortable of arrangements, there were still no finished bedrooms in the building and subsequently I was to spend the first month sleeping on his couch but as I was currently homeless and he was willing to pay me cash in hand I was hardly going to let the occasional leg cramp and a stiff back put me off.
As it transpired however it was to be noises within the building itself rather than my own lack of physical comfort that was to disturb my sleep. Whoever it was that lived in the upstairs flat would get in at about ten each evening and the sound of footsteps, muffled conversation and moving furniture would often go on for hours. On a few occasions this trivial irritation crossed the boundary into full blown annoyance I would bang on the ceiling with a broom, the sounds would stop for the rest of the evening and as this wasn't my house I did not feel confident enough to approach my friends new neighbours with a complaint.
I felt uneasy in the house from the offset, something about a lack of decoration and furniture can give an almost desperate atmosphere to even the most charming of buildings. The chemical smell of wet paint and the mounting tide of plaster dust did nothing to aid my acclimatisation to my new home.
I have never believed in ghosts but that isn't to say that I have not been terrified by the possibility for my entire life. During the day I was able to continue with my work without any problems but as the night drew in on the second day I began to realise that I was procrastinating in an effort to avoid going down the stairs to the basement bedroom and bathroom area. I only had to get some brushes and clean out the bathroom sink of paint but there was something about the thought of actually doing this that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. Eventually reason won out and I went down and briskly completed my tasks, I managed to maintain some semblance of composure right up until the second I turned out the bedroom light and then sprinted for the stairs, all thee while expecting a cold hand to reach out from the darkness and grab my retreating ankle.
With hindsight I can look back at what happened on the night of the seventh day and say that this was indeed the first time I saw the boy. At the time although I was terrified I was still rational enough to assume that both sightings were brought on by tiredness and an over active imagination.
It started while I was watching television in the front room, at the time this was still serving as my bedroom and the couch was my bed. The main lights in both the front room and the adjoining kitchen were out in favour of a small orange table lamp and the glow of the television. It was late and the night's programs were proving to be somewhat less than distracting so I switched the television off and began to get undressed. As I turned to switch off the lamp something reflected in the black screen of the television caught my eye, Sat next to me on the couch was a small boy, hands folded in his lap and smiling back at me from the screens reflection as my finger pressed down on the light switch and the room was plunged into darkness.
Gasping I switched the light back on and half jumping from the seat I turned to my side only to find myself alone. A quick scan of the room confirmed this and I sat there with adrenalin pumping through my blood and my previous desire to sleep well and truly countered.
Maintaining to myself that the boy had been nothing more than a trick of the light I switched the television back on again in an effort to pass another hour until I felt tired enough to sleep. All was fine until at about a quarter to two in the morning I realised that my bladder had decided that my night was not quite over just yet.
There is currently only one working toilet in the house and that is on the lower floor. I considered at first simply pissing in the kitchen sink but quickly discounted this as madness. There was no such thing as ghosts, The boy had been a trick off the light And I was to be damned if I was going to allow some fanciful night terror make me piss in the sink.
I switched the television off and taking care to avoid looking into any of the darkened bedrooms I made my way downstairs and along the corridor to the bathroom where the usual prostate problems aside my relief was immediate and considerable.
I washed and dried my hands and it was as I reached for the latch that I realised that there was someone moving on the other side of the bathroom door.
The shadow of moving legs played under the door, whoever it was seemed to move back and forth three times before stopping. As I had been in the house alone I had not bothered to pull the bolt on the bathroom door but I did this now with a speed that let a loud snap echo through the bathroom. At this noise thee shadows disappeared from the bottom of the door and I fancied that I heard footsteps lightly hurrying back up the stairs.
My previous thoughts of the supernatural were quickly forgotten, the house was not situated in the most savoury of areas and there was a high likelihood that someone had broken in. There were a number of valuable goods in the house and as I was responsible for them during my friends absence I quickly left the bathroom and ran up the stairs.
There was no one there; I searched the house from top to bottom. All the windows were secure and all the doors were locked. I took it to be further evidence of my fatigue and apparent mania. Other than the noises from the upstairs flat I had had no human contact for the whole week. I got out my sheets and switching off the television I settled down on the couch deciding that tomorrow evening would be better spent in a pub surrounded by real people rather than imaginary houseguests.
As I about to drop off I remembered that I had already turned the television off before I went to the bathroom.
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Submitted by Spacey (user info) at 2006-01-06 07:06:14 EST (#)
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Submitted by MisterBadger (user info) at 2006-01-06 06:59:16 EST (#)
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Fat Davros +2.
Submitted by The_Cyst_Master (user info) at 2005-11-30 23:38:50 EST (#)
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Wow. Amazing. You have something here. I'm hooked.
Submitted by MandaPanda (user info) at 2005-11-30 23:16:13 EST (#)
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Creepy.
Submitted by Professional_Peon (user info) at 2005-11-08 12:36:51 EST (#)
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I CAN'T LOOK!!!
<peeks through fingers>
Submitted by c1ndy (user info) at 2005-11-07 06:59:33 EST (#)
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Blimey. Nothing like this ever happens to me!
Submitted by jack11058 (user info) at 2005-10-26 09:35:12 EDT (#)
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Submitted by ozzy (user info) at 2005-10-26 09:16:11 EDT (#)
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This was as good as a pint of lager on a lazy summer day.
Submitted by Compulsory (user info) at 2005-10-26 09:05:58 EDT (#)
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This is cool. It reminds me a little of E.A.P. Except updated.
Submitted by Barnymeinhoff (user info) at 2005-10-26 09:04:59 EDT (#)
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Submitted by Berty (user info) at 2005-10-26 08:56:25 (#)
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I dunno, pretend I said something witty.
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Im just big boned!
Submitted by GrayGhost (user info) at 2005-10-26 09:00:27 EDT (#)
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Actually, fairly creepy. Nicely done.
Submitted by Berty (user info) at 2005-10-26 08:56:25 EDT (#)
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I dunno, pretend I said something witty.
Submitted by Fabit (user info) at 2005-10-26 08:44:56 EDT (#)
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Awesome. Good work mate.
Submitted by missedthepoint (user info) at 2005-10-26 08:43:32 EDT (#)
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very tidy work
Submitted by ghola (user info) at 2005-10-26 08:20:05 EDT (#)
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Submitted by phuzzygish (user info) at 2005-10-26 08:19:40 EDT (#)
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Wikkid.
Submitted by w_t_a_y_s_t_r_m (user info) at 2005-10-26 08:18:01 EDT (#)
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Nicely done, sir
Submitted by rad1101 (user info) at 2005-10-26 08:07:19 EDT (#)
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