The Ghost Diaries

THE BEGINNING

Thursday 14th April.

I think this is when it began, I can’t really remember to be sure. It was April anyway.

Basically we had started re-decorating me & my sisters bathroom. There was this old pipe going through the wall, that didn’t even do anything. So they pulled it out. And what it left behind was a dark, gaping hole, the size of my face leading up into the attic.  As the ceiling is low in the old half of the house the hole was at head height, it was easy to imagine a face appearing opposite yours, and many of our friends who saw it commented on that fact.

This hole was open for about 2 weeks, as the plumbers were putting in the new shower and sink. We finally re-plastered the wall and painted it, and we thought nothing more of it.

Then Alice ( a close friend of ours ) spent the night at ours, we slept in my room ( directly underneath the attic. ) and everything seemed fine. But then the next night something happened.  I woke up the next morning to find Scarlet ( My twin sister ) was already up, looking pale and tired and telling me she couldn’t sleep. The unsettling story was why.

She sat on the chair in my room while I sat up in bed, and told me.

At about a quarter to 10 the night before she had been struggling to sleep when she suddenly heard a loud thud from the ceiling above her. Smudge ( her GORGE black cat ) was curled up asleep on her bed, but when this sound was heard the cat woke up and stared at the ceiling. I’m one of the people that believes that animals know. Animals have an extra sense and are more in touch with the ‘supernatural’ so to me the fact that the cat reacts is quite significant. The cats tail started swishing from side to side, as they do when they are angry or uneasy, as there was another thud from upstairs, right above where Scarlet was laying. Smudge's fur bristled as she stared intensely at the ceiling. Till 10:20 these noises of footsteps continued, pacing around the half of the room where Scarlet was trying to sleep. While the cat continued to stare.

You could argue that I wasn’t awake so I have no proof that this happened, but I trust my sister. As we are twins we have a very unique and at times weird bond. We can tell. We can tell anything from each other. When we were little we used to play a game where one of us would think of something and the other would try to draw it. Our level of accuracy was amazing. She even got it when I was thinking of a ballet dancing flower. So I believe we have some sort of mental connection. I’m sure lots of you will think I’m making this up, but unless you are a twin with a similar bond I wouldn’t expect you to understand completely.

From the first night this happened ( April 14th 2011) till the 20th of April she would report that the same thing had happened to her every night, at the same time.

SUNDAY 21st APRIL 2011

I was lying in bed, struggling to sleep at around quarter past 10. Suddenly I heard Scarlet desprately hissing my name.

“ What?” I replied, feeling the need to whisper aswell.

“ It’s happening again.”  Her voice was small and scared. I couldn’t hear anything though.

I swung my feet out of bed and walked to the doorway. The exact second that I passed through into her room there was a loud, I mean really loud, thud directly above me, and I started to shake. My ass and legs were just shivering intensely. I stepped back into my room, terrified and the shaking stopped.

I returned to her room after a second and the shivering continued, I ignored it as I listened. She had described them as footsteps, and they definitely were. We were in a paralysed silence as we listened, her sitting frozen in bed and me hovering in the doorway as the heavy footsteps started circling above us, literally exactly around Scarlet’s bed. Smudge was there this time aswell, staring up at the ceiling.

After a minute I suggested telling dad, and scarlet shook her head.

“ He wont believe us.’ She whispered.

“ Well we can’t just sit here!” I hissed back as I headed for our parents room at the other end of the house.

Ofcourse it stopped the second he entered. He stood with us in the crashing silence with his hands on his hips, a disbelieving look on his face. We waited nervously as he listened. He told us we were imagining it, he told us to stop watching horror films. But when I insisted there had been something he led us up the the attic with that all knowing air parents are so good at. After patronisingly showing us that there was nothing there ( obvisously there would be nothing there )  He walked back down, and wandered back to his room, muttering something about it being mice. We pretended to believe him.

TUESDAY 16th MAY 2011

I sat up at about five to 10. I felt tingly and there was just this air of something bad. After sitting up I immediately rushed to lie back down.

Because right opposide me by my laundry basket was a figure. It was just a white/yellow faintly glowing torso, No clear features, She was fuzzy. I knew it was a she. She had a long blonde pony tail and was looking over her right shoulder, hands on non-existant hips, staring at my wardrobe. I closed my eyes and tried to dissapear into my covers as the head slowly started to turn towards me. I so badly wanted to call out to scarlet, but I just couldn’t, I physically couldn’t, wether that was just the fear or something else, i don't know.

I must have fallen asleep because the next time I opened my eyes it was the morning and I immediately told scarlet what I thought I’d seen.

Now we are reasonable people and were actually ghost scepticals when this began. So ofcourse we tried to think of an explanation. We came up with 3.

1)    I imagined it completely

2)    I dreamt it

3)    It was just the light coming through the curtains in a weird shape and I imagined it was something else.

We soon realised that option 3 wasn’t reliable because it had been in the dark of night, and moonlight does not come through my window at all, because of the angle it’s at, especially not that brightly.

Mainly for my own reassurance I have decided I dreamt it.

Thursday 19th may

The footsteps had continued from quarter to 10 till 10:20 every night. I could never sleep, Neither could Scarlet. Partially from fear, partially because it felt like something was stopping us. I was lying in bed when there was a bang, a loud, close, bang. I sat up as the banging continued on the door of my room. The door leading to the attic.

The door was shaking, with the added sound of the latch rattling, and books began to tumble from their shelf as the whole wall literally shuddered. I just watched from my bed in horror, unable to bring my self to do anything.

Then it just stopped and, weirdly, I just lay down and fell straight to sleep.

The next morning it took me a second to remember what had happened, and I quickly looked to see that all the books were on their shelves and everything looked the same. I told scarlet and we decided to do some tests to see what exactly the sound was. With scarlet testing methods of hitting the door and me listening from my room, we soon discovered it had been a kick.

She then told me that the night before I had spoken to her before I went to sleep. Apparently I said;

“ scarlet! Do you hear it?”

and she replied

“ hear what?”

But I didn’t reply to that.  I don’t really  get that she didn’t hear it, as from where I was it had been extremly loud and had shook the whole wall!

SATURDAY 21st MAY

Last night I  told Michelle about everything and she told me that lavender was supposed to help keep things like that away. So I went and picked some from the garden and put it all around my room and under my pillow. There were no noises that night.

Unfortunalty a few days later the cleaners hovered up the lavender and mum told me not to bring it inside and make a mess again.