Another true one......Last year I got a call from a friend sounding anxious, telling me about his brother's problems.
The poor fellow had just moved into a council flat which had been converted from a large old house.
The flat was rather shabbily decorated & came complete with some slightly tatty old furniture, including a big old-fashioned wardrobe. The air inside this wardrobe was always unnaturally cold.
Upon removing the old wallpaper, he found scribbly handwriting on the wall beneath. It was unreadable, yet seeemed very definitely some kind of hand-written messeage.
Worst of all, his daughter was disturbed at night by an old man who would come into her room, hold a brief conversation with her, and promptly vanish.
I told my friend I would seek out his brother's local priest and pursue the matter thoroughly.
...There followed, the next morning, another call from my friend, this time sounding greatly relieved.
His brother did have a problem - he'd been trying crack cocaine, an equally frightening experience.
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The poor fellow had just moved into a council flat which had been converted from a large old house.
The flat was rather shabbily decorated & came complete with some slightly tatty old furniture, including a big old-fashioned wardrobe. The air inside this wardrobe was always unnaturally cold.
Upon removing the old wallpaper, he found scribbly handwriting on the wall beneath. It was unreadable, yet seeemed very definitely some kind of hand-written messeage.
Worst of all, his daughter was disturbed at night by an old man who would come into her room, hold a brief conversation with her, and promptly vanish.
I told my friend I would seek out his brother's local priest and pursue the matter thoroughly.
...There followed, the next morning, another call from my friend, this time sounding greatly relieved.
His brother did have a problem - he'd been trying crack cocaine, an equally frightening experience.