It's safe, everyone knows that. As long as the covers are pulled right up and not one single part of the body isn't covered, it's completely safe. No protruding feet, no arms dangling out and certainly covers pulled completely over one's head; If those conditions exist the monsters and other associated horrors that go bump in the night cannot possibly get us.
This is what I told myself when I was a little kid and it worked...Provided the wardrobe door was closed also of course.
Years later I found myself in a friends house, looking after it whilst she was on holiday. It was near the beach, she left me her car and I needed a break. The stars aligned...Until I heard the bump. src
There it was again.
Bump.
I froze solid in the bed...I went cold I mean.
Bump
With eyes wide like saucers I initiated operation bed-covers. All appendages retracted with military-like precision within the safety of the bed-covers; This, of course, was done slowly in a bid to disturb the thing that went bump as little as possible. The operation deployed perfectly to plan but...
...You know what's worse than something that goes bump in the night? I do. It's...
Bump scrape, bump scrape...
The horror-o-meter goes off the scale at that point, especially when the sound grows gradually louder. Closer.
I was in the thick of it now, I remember thinking. I'm going to die.
My mind reverted to that of a child; I recalled all the training I had in respect of hiding under the covers. I'd excelled at it. Trust in your training, I thought to myself...Be at one with your training.
Bump scrape...
Right, this it, I'm going to die a horrible death. Why me!
My eyes opened and I blinked...It was bright. Squinting a little I raised my head to look around...Then remembered. The bump. I must have died and been transported to heaven I recall thinking.
Why is it so fucking bright in heaven, I also thought. Where's my Oakley's when I need them?
As I lay there trying to acclimatise to heaven I contemplated my demise at the hands of the monster that went bump in the night That is until my wife walked in and said good morning.
Oh god almighty, it got you too! I exclaimed.
Huh? She looked puzzled.
The monster, I replied. You know, from last night.
G-dog, are you feeling alright?
I was puzzled. Of course I wasn't alright. I was dead. But then I started to think a little more clearly. I looked around and saw open curtains, morning sun beaming in...Could I have survived the ordeal somehow? Did my training all those years ago save me?
I got up and went about my day like normal, thankful I'd survived.
[End]
There is a story behind this story.
We'd been house-sitting as I said. It was an old house, stunningly renovated. The thing is, that it had a history we were unaware of.
Later that day my wife asked if I had heard anything the previous night. I wanted to say no but knowing her like I do I told the truth.
She told me she had heard it too and that it had stopped at the door of the bedroom. She'd looked up and seen a young girl of about seven years old. She was wearing a night dress, circa 1920's style. She was standing there, watching us sleep.
I'm not comfortable with that stuff, the supernatural, but I swallowed down my horror and listened intently.
Faith told me she'd felt no malice or ill-intent. The little girl just stood there for a while and then in the morning was gone. We talked about it a bit and then I tried to put it from my mind.
Over the course of our eight day stay she was there every night, just standing there, watching.
A few weeks later we were on the phone with our friend who had returned to her house in Queensland and we'd come home to South Australia. She asked us, very tentatively, if we had seen or heard anything unusual in the house. I responded with why, unwilling to divulge anything just yet.
Our friend went on to tell us about a young girl who had lived in the house. She'd died there from pneumonia back in the twenties. She was under ten years old at the time. The family had moved on however it seems the young girl was unwilling to do so.
Of course we then told her what we had heard, and what Faith had seen, over our stay and the story unfolded from there.
My friend still lives there and every now and then something goes missing, gets moved and they occasionally still see the girl. I'll not be back.
This is not an isolated case for us. Faith seems to have some sort of ability to feel and see these events more than I. It sort of freaks me out a little, but it is what it is. Only on one occasion has she refused to enter a building, a very old one in Katoomba, New South Wales, but other than that generally it's had little impact on us. It's all a bit weird I suppose.
So, I hope you liked my little #tenminutethrowdown write up and the accompanying clarification. Now I'm keen to hear if you guys have experienced anything like this? I know some don't like to talk about it, or admit it I guess, but if you have a story please tell it below. 👇
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