Wooooooooooooooooo........ yaaaaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyy!!!!
The entire Scaryduck family went on holiday to an old fisherman's cottage in Brixham a couple of years ago. We even took the cat because we couldn't get her into a cattery. Bad move - she spent the entire time there with her back pressed against the door, trying to escape from an unseen foe, spitting and hissing at anything that moved.
On the third night, I was making a cup of tea while the kids were in bed. The wife turned from her place on the settee to talk to me, and came face to face with some salty old sea dog. The cat, meanwhile, was stuck to the ceiling.
He then disappeared, only for the kids to start screaming as 'there's a man in our bedroom!' Salty old seadog was standing over their beds before disappearing through the door to the bathroom...
All night, the cottage rattled to the sound of drawers, cupboards and doors opening and closing. Call me a chicken, but we went home the next day.
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Mon 27 Oct 2003, 23:52,
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On the third night, I was making a cup of tea while the kids were in bed. The wife turned from her place on the settee to talk to me, and came face to face with some salty old sea dog. The cat, meanwhile, was stuck to the ceiling.
He then disappeared, only for the kids to start screaming as 'there's a man in our bedroom!' Salty old seadog was standing over their beds before disappearing through the door to the bathroom...
All night, the cottage rattled to the sound of drawers, cupboards and doors opening and closing. Call me a chicken, but we went home the next day.