This American gal meets English Ghosts
Posted on November 2, 2008 by peacefulyorkshire
I am from the American Southwest. And My dad builds houses for a living. Yes, new houses. On plots in the middle of the desert, and sometimes in the middle of nowhere. You always hear that old saying that says ‘the cobblers kids have good shoes’, well– I was always lucky to live in new houses.
There weren’t any ghosts haunting my bedrooms in my childhood only because I don’t think that ghosts like to inhabit new build houses– well, its logical, right? No, they usually appear where there is history, a past, visiting a place that was once theirs– (well, in the movies it works that way at least.)
So, it wasn’t until I moved to England that I:
a) started believing in ghosts
b) started feeling creeped out in certain old houses
c) started womdering should I be scared of them???!!
Fast forward to my Halloween weekend in Cumbria. My boyfriend, Mr. Chill, took me up in our Whizzgo car for the weekend to visit his parents. Now, without ghosts that is already a scary prospect… potential future in-laws? (cue a mini freak-out session)
Now, lovely readers, they live in this old, rambling, red sandstone 7 bedroom house, on the west coast near Scotland. It is Victorian. Yes, Victorian, of course!! Not a new build, heavens no that wouldn’t fit the story!
Well the Vistorian house is haunted by Mr. Chill’s Grandfather. It just is and that’s just the case. And the family understands this and everyone just gets on with it. Well, Ms. Wuss-when-it-comes-to-ghosts ( me) on Halloween was pretty nervous to be spending the night there. Well, wouldn’t you be, too? I mean, Halloween is when all spirits come out to play and have a party and spook the daylights out of each other.
It was 1:13 am. I awoke in the middle of the night in a feverish sweat. I felt like I was suffocating. I felt like the grandfater ghost was tapping me on my feet. Boyfriend was asleep. Poked him. Didn’t wake up. Poked him harder til he woke up. “Turn on the lamp!”, I screeched.
I felt like such a silly willy. Sweaty and duvet tangled in a big mess. No ghost to be seen.