A GHOST STORY ...... As I pushed open a weathered and worn heavy oak door to the church, the hinges groaned as if begrudgingly resisting my entry into the dark and sombre interior. Within there were faded medieval images of dragons and demons staring amongst the saints and the sinners on the aged walls. Some seemed to peer imperiously upon me, as they had done so for over 800 years, images of a world stood between heaven and hell, and where salvation lay in holy water, a bible and the last rites of a priest. The atmosphere felt dusty and foreboding. Strands of light cut into the interior through the ancient leaded windows. and piercing into the gloom they picked out some of the faces that still looked down upon me. Their forms were now taking a menacing overtone and in the corners of the nave I heard voices.. At first gossiping whispers, but gradually their voices grew louder and as one voice they shouted, `Take off that hat!`.... The hackles on my neck felt stiff and uncomfortable, as small beads of sweat formed dew drops on my brow which dripped onto the grey stone floor like blood from a dagger.. I shouted, `Leave me be`, and as instantly that the voices stopped, I heard small shuffling feet moving around me as I stood trembling and peering into the gloom. Tingling on my neck gave way to withered hands touching my suit - probing and prodding, as each boney finger turned to an ice like grip around my shoulders. Again I shouted, `Leave me be, and go now, go!` But this time more determined and vengeful than before I could feel myself being dragged down, and pulled towards the altar where now stood before me a skeletal form dressed in worn and ancient robes of a priest. The hollow eyes glowed faintly as I was left on my knees before this rotten and aged form which smelt vilely and in a manner that is indescribable except to say it felt like death in his omnipresent form. Summoning courage and renewed vigour, I forced myself to my feet and broke free from the hold that the dead had upon me and fled to the door, that same door which attempted to prevent my entry a few moments before. Forcing it open, I squeezed through a partial opening into the fresh daylight. The footsteps followed, but upon the piercing rays of sunlight I heard screams, and an ethereal mist that swallowed them up behind me.. Realising that for once I could strike back, I forced open the door and sunbeams filled the nave like water bursting from a dam as I saw misty forms dissolved by the light. With that, I suddenly realised that I had lain asleep, and this evil manifestation was all but a dream..... Or was it? :)
Posted on: Sat, 09 Aug 2014 21:14:08 +0000
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