Tales of the night.........

We needed a place to stay for the night somewhere peaceful and serene with country views for her. Somewhere with spiritual or spooky atmosphere for me, I am always searching for the next story the next wow and the next laugh.

Little did I know that night, what awakened senses I would find. How much I would learn about you and your courage and how you would always put me first …put me out there on center stage in that window of life.
We knocked on the wooden door with the stench of manure in the background, you loved it I hated it against the smell of newly painted nail enamel, I know what would win hands down. I so wanted to enjoy the experience with you my friend. The large oak door of antique cracks was opened and the cost of bed and breakfast was agreed upon.
We were shown to our room overlooking the woodland and fields and meadows..a sight to behold…maybe I can get used to this or pretend I can as a silent smile draws its breath to my teasing lips.
The lady told us this farmhouse in the middle of somewhere near Somerset, was haunted beyond measure.
You wanted to look for alternative accommodation, I wanted to stay put. I was in my spiritual glory.
No thought of nail paint now, she had my interest. Picking up my camera I cleaned the lense. With peripheral vision I search for the fire escape leaving nothing to chance as our daily skin care of life met its needs.
We turned off the lights and talked some more her in her single bed I in mine..we had one lonesome candle on as the large window overlooking the now darkened room danced in silhouette against our (my ) vivid imagination.
Sleep fell upon our eyes and took us almost in synchronicity to a deeper level of sleep. It had been a hard day and week, almost coming to a close now. I laid dreaming of how much we had shared in a week….. spiritual monuments and places of interest like Glastonbury Tor, Wells Cathedral the Chalice healing well…..and then it happened….
I will never forget this night as long as I live….
I felt the bed shake…. the noise seemed so loud the windows seemed to crack from disturbed sleep. I bolted upright and called to my friend only a side table to keep us apart.
“What the hell was that?!” It was a double echo as she, like she often does, spoke in unison with me. We were shadows in the night the silence fell on the white walls of the room we were alone with our fear at different levels. I tuning in to the higher side of life trying to find a communicator to endorse my thirst of knowledge of the other side. She in rigid fear of what we had let ourselves in for…’It was a mans voice” she said..’Well all’s i heard was a loud moan that shook my bed’…....’Get out and have a gander’ she said..’Not on your nelly’ I said…we bartered a few sentences and in the end i gave in as always…I went to the window as night shadows fell it was 2am…I wrapped my warm leopard dressing gown onto my cold skin feeling the safety like a comfort blanket…...Thats better nothing can hurt us now…..I thought, remembering the spirit of the old man and woman I had seen sat at the pine table in our annexe of a kitchen the night before…When i went down and asked the owner for some sugar for my friend and casually mentioned it..She said ‘It will be mom and dad they often show themselves to guests.’
I was gleeful of the recognition and acceptance of my gift…You see, I see dead people.
Tonight would be no different as I tentatively moved toward the window…..my tiny frame tip toed quietly across the room in fear of waking the dead. I turned up my audio senses ready and willing and more than able to talk and exchange Information with this dearly departed soul….Maybe he or she has a message for their loved ones….I am more afraid of the living than of the dead but this was different….nothing was getting through my senses.
Hearing my friends breath against the palms of her own hands.
‘Your’e safe’ I called in a reassuring voice across to her bed…..’Im not bloody sure this is going to be a Gd day’ she called back in her familiar Aussie voice. She lightened the moment we laughed forgetting for one moment the unknown…I moved closer and there it was again this loud haunting bellow of spiritual resonance telling me someone was afoot..I Dived across the room two of us cuddled up against the white linen sheets only our eyes to show like arabian ladies of the night. Feeling so afraid…....I started to chant a prayer ‘Lord keep us safe this night secure from all our fears, may angels guard us while we sleep until morning light appears amen… ‘There Rose that should do the trick’…but no there it was again the bellow shook the bed and rattled the windows as night always races the subconscious and the imagination.
I composed my self, my heart missing several ecg (heart checks) hospital appointments prior to this trip, now thinking I should have gone, something is amiss.
I, like a lady protecting her knight…knowing it should be the other way round but he was not there only she…so let me make the best of a bad job….

I rose from the bed like a leopard stretching my petite frame across the already thread bear carpets of the farmhouse with memories more than plentiful and history more than enough. I wiped the steam of our fear away from the window and there it was ready to bellow again into our room into this night….The most beautiful cow as it mooed again into the dark night….Like piano keys waiting to be played to empty its pouch of fresh white milk….....Black and white clouds on his skin likened to a television advertisement.
We laughed as we poured the milk over our cereal for breakfast saying ‘It could only happen to us’…............

Copyright 2009 Angel Hamilton,

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