Post by Lancer on Jul 12, 2007 18:45:35 GMT
I had this bad dream a few weeks ago, and have been meaning to post about this ever since. It sounds really stupid, but at the time it was so vivid that I awoke screaming! Be warned if you have a tendency of having nightmares. 
My parents and I were on holiday in Great Yarmouth...but we were in the hotel where the Con is going to take place in Bristol!
Well, although it looked the same from the outside, it was very posh, but only had one bathroom on each floor, partitioned into three sections - bath, shower and toilet. ;D All three of us (me, Mum and Dad were using the bathroom, in the three different parts resepctively, but I could hear people queuing outside getting more and more impatient. So I rushed outside without putting my handcream on (I suffer from eczema and have to use "E45" every night).
I leant on the big wooden bannisters (the place was also a stately home!), and a cleaner with curly ginger hair who was standing with a cabinet full of mops and cleaning products came over and yelled at me. "Do you mind not leaning on those bannisters?" She asked. "I just cleaned them, and don't want them made all greasy again!"
I was embarrassed and walked away, saying nothing in reply.
Having just used the hotel bathroom, we promptly left the hotel and began to drive home. It was night-time, but Dad had spent the day sleeping at the hotel, so could drive Mum and I back to London while we slept in the car.
Upon awakening (still in the dream!), I found myself back in my bed at home. Apparently, it was Halloween, and Mum had gone next door to see our old neighbours. (who moved out about four months ago, and who we never got on with anyway!) They were exchanging Halloween presents, and Mum was giving them a rather large item that she had won in a competition and not really wanted - not sure what it was, but she often does that with people she doesn't particularly care for in real life! ;D
Anyways, I washed, dressed, ate my breakfast, and was just going out into the hall to clean Splodge's hutch when I saw something halfway up the wall on the staircase. It looked like a small black mist. I thought it was my imagination, so I blinked and shook my head, but when I opened my eyes it was still there, and it moved upwards sharply! I screamed out, and jumped back into the lounge, where I was terrified to hear crashing upstairs!
I looked up at the window, and seriously contemplated smashing the glass, but thought I must still be imagining things, and would get in trouble for doing such a thing!
On the windowsill, I found our Halloween presents from the neighbours. (Mum must have brought them inside before going back next door for a cup of tea and a chat) I inspected them, thinking that they maybe had something to do with the noises upstairs. A trick, perhaps? But all they were was a small packet of kids ghost-shaped sequins and a little wooden box full of wooden Halloween shapes (ghosts, witches, pumpkins etc.) which rattled when you shook it!
The crasing upstairs got louder, and I just didn't know what to do. Maybe I should jump out of the open lounge window? No, it was too small. Make a dash for the front door? Then I could get Splodge on my way out. But that would mean walking right underneath the staircase! And I had no shoes on to go out into the street anyway - my shoes had been left out in the kitchen, which would also mean walking under the staircase!
Suddenly, I heard a ghostly howling from upstairs. I stood stock-still in the corner, terrified. Just then, Dad came in from work (it must have been only about 11am, and he'd spent the night driving us home from Great Yarmouth - huh?) Anyways, apparently he had come to "check that I was OK", while Mum was next door.
I told him about the noises upstairs, but he couldn't hear them, and didn't believe me. He walked up the stairs with his computer and a heavy bag full of books and newspapers which he had brought home, and then he shouted down to me, "All of the pictures have fallen off of the walls! How did that happen?" I tiptoed out of the lounge, my heart beating fast. Then I saw it was true. All of the pictures that we have hanging on the walls up the staircase were strewn across the stairs!!!
"I told you!" I said. Dad walked downstairs, just as Mum came in from next door. I went over my whole story with them, as we stood together in the lounge.
"Oh, is that all?" Dad said, nonchalently. "That'll be the ghost of the Bushell girl!" (The Bushell's lived here before my parents moved in nineteen years ago!) "I don't think I ever told you before, but they had a teenage girl who tried to commit suicide by throwing herself under a train one Halloween. Someone found her, still alive, and brought her back home, where she passed away on the sofa before an ambulance could reach them." He indicated our settee, which I'm quite positive the Bushell's never had! "She returns every year, but she's normally quite peaceful, which is why you've never heard her before! I don't know why she's making such a fuss this year - maybe it's a special anniversary..."
Dad may have continued, but just then we heard loud noises, and the house began to shake!
"Da-Doom! Da-Doom! Da-Doom! Da-Doom!" OK, so that's not the best way of writing it - think trains roaring along a track. We couldn't see it, but the floor began to bounce as the ghost-train came nearer - obviously roaring across the back gardens we can see out the back windows, our own back garden and through the wall into our kitchen. I felt its presence in the through-lounge where we were standing, and heard two loud tooting whistles. (This must have been a very old train!) It was approaching us!
I screamed out (both in the dream AND in real life - something I rarely ever do!)...and woke up...
Now I'm terrified to even go upstairs alone!!! ;D Mad, but really, really scary for me at the time! ;D
My parents and I were on holiday in Great Yarmouth...but we were in the hotel where the Con is going to take place in Bristol!
Well, although it looked the same from the outside, it was very posh, but only had one bathroom on each floor, partitioned into three sections - bath, shower and toilet. ;D All three of us (me, Mum and Dad were using the bathroom, in the three different parts resepctively, but I could hear people queuing outside getting more and more impatient. So I rushed outside without putting my handcream on (I suffer from eczema and have to use "E45" every night).I leant on the big wooden bannisters (the place was also a stately home!), and a cleaner with curly ginger hair who was standing with a cabinet full of mops and cleaning products came over and yelled at me. "Do you mind not leaning on those bannisters?" She asked. "I just cleaned them, and don't want them made all greasy again!"
I was embarrassed and walked away, saying nothing in reply.
Having just used the hotel bathroom, we promptly left the hotel and began to drive home. It was night-time, but Dad had spent the day sleeping at the hotel, so could drive Mum and I back to London while we slept in the car.
Upon awakening (still in the dream
!), I found myself back in my bed at home. Apparently, it was Halloween, and Mum had gone next door to see our old neighbours. (who moved out about four months ago, and who we never got on with anyway!) They were exchanging Halloween presents, and Mum was giving them a rather large item that she had won in a competition and not really wanted - not sure what it was, but she often does that with people she doesn't particularly care for in real life! ;DAnyways, I washed, dressed, ate my breakfast, and was just going out into the hall to clean Splodge's hutch when I saw something halfway up the wall on the staircase. It looked like a small black mist. I thought it was my imagination, so I blinked and shook my head, but when I opened my eyes it was still there, and it moved upwards sharply! I screamed out, and jumped back into the lounge, where I was terrified to hear crashing upstairs!
I looked up at the window, and seriously contemplated smashing the glass, but thought I must still be imagining things, and would get in trouble for doing such a thing!
On the windowsill, I found our Halloween presents from the neighbours. (Mum must have brought them inside before going back next door for a cup of tea and a chat) I inspected them, thinking that they maybe had something to do with the noises upstairs. A trick, perhaps? But all they were was a small packet of kids ghost-shaped sequins and a little wooden box full of wooden Halloween shapes (ghosts, witches, pumpkins etc.) which rattled when you shook it
! The crasing upstairs got louder, and I just didn't know what to do. Maybe I should jump out of the open lounge window? No, it was too small. Make a dash for the front door? Then I could get Splodge on my way out. But that would mean walking right underneath the staircase! And I had no shoes on to go out into the street anyway - my shoes had been left out in the kitchen, which would also mean walking under the staircase!
Suddenly, I heard a ghostly howling from upstairs. I stood stock-still in the corner, terrified. Just then, Dad came in from work (it must have been only about 11am, and he'd spent the night driving us home from Great Yarmouth - huh?
) Anyways, apparently he had come to "check that I was OK", while Mum was next door.I told him about the noises upstairs, but he couldn't hear them, and didn't believe me. He walked up the stairs with his computer and a heavy bag full of books and newspapers which he had brought home, and then he shouted down to me, "All of the pictures have fallen off of the walls! How did that happen?" I tiptoed out of the lounge, my heart beating fast. Then I saw it was true. All of the pictures that we have hanging on the walls up the staircase were strewn across the stairs!!!
"I told you!" I said. Dad walked downstairs, just as Mum came in from next door. I went over my whole story with them, as we stood together in the lounge.
"Oh, is that all?" Dad said, nonchalently. "That'll be the ghost of the Bushell girl!" (The Bushell's lived here before my parents moved in nineteen years ago!) "I don't think I ever told you before, but they had a teenage girl who tried to commit suicide by throwing herself under a train one Halloween. Someone found her, still alive, and brought her back home, where she passed away on the sofa before an ambulance could reach them." He indicated our settee, which I'm quite positive the Bushell's never had!
"She returns every year, but she's normally quite peaceful, which is why you've never heard her before! I don't know why she's making such a fuss this year - maybe it's a special anniversary..."Dad may have continued, but just then we heard loud noises, and the house began to shake!
"Da-Doom! Da-Doom! Da-Doom! Da-Doom!" OK, so that's not the best way of writing it - think trains roaring along a track. We couldn't see it, but the floor began to bounce as the ghost-train came nearer - obviously roaring across the back gardens we can see out the back windows, our own back garden and through the wall into our kitchen. I felt its presence in the through-lounge where we were standing, and heard two loud tooting whistles. (This must have been a very old train!) It was approaching us!
I screamed out (both in the dream AND in real life - something I rarely ever do!)...and woke up...
Now I'm terrified to even go upstairs alone!!! ;D Mad, but really, really scary for me at the time! ;D