The one and only time in my life that I screamed like a girl.
Imagine if you will, Miss Blouse as a 12 year old girl. Let me set the scene as she plays with her two slightly younger sisters and a female friend at her home.

Outside it is a stormy evening, the wind is blowing and it's raining heavily and her parents are settled in the lounge watching the TV. The girls decide to go upstairs to the bedrooms to play. The stairs in the house are L-shaped and at the top is a long corridor with doors at either side leading to the bedrooms and bathroom and there is a window at the end wall of the corridor.

So off they go up the stairs, Miss Blouse first and the other girls following, giggling and planning the evenings fun. As Miss Blouse reaches the top of the stairs there starts a sound that freezes the young girl's blood,.

WooooOOOOOooooOOOOOOooo!

And again

WoooOOOOOOOooooooOOOOOO!

It's a ghost.....has to be....cannot be anything else.

Miss Blouse screams and the other girls quickly follow with their high pitched screeches. Fear is the only thing she recognises as she pushes the other girls down the stairs to get away from whatever is about to appear.

The father rushes out to see what the commotion is about and sees a heap of girls at the bottom of the stairs, and Miss Blouse is the cherry on top of the pile, flailing about and trying to escape the monstrosity that is following her.

After calming down and re-arranging of clothing the father has finally been instructed on the problem of the haunted corridor.

He starts to laugh as they stand there still frightened and now a little confused.

Oh, that noise will be the wind coming through the corridor window. I fitted a new draft excluder the other day and it needs to be re-done as it's come loose.


Hmmmph! Well it bloody sounded like a ghost to me.
( girlinthehole, Thu 3 Jul 2008, 18:40, 3 replies)

I can picture that scene
excellent

*click*
(TheWeeWitch hasn't been here much recently .., Thu 3 Jul 2008, 19:06, closed)

Ghost, Draught Excluder
They all sound the same after a few drinkies.
(Vic Flange, Thu 3 Jul 2008, 21:23, closed)

Similar thing happened in China a few years ago
Young girls at school between lessons, one suspects a ghost, they all turn round and peg it back down the stairs landing in a heap at the bottom.

Obviously there wasn't a ghost. But there were several a couple of minutes later, as a bunch of the girls died in the crush.

I believe, Ms Morissette, that THAT is ironic.
( Wet-chinned bag shanker Cannot parse Wogan, Fri 4 Jul 2008, 10:24, closed)