The other night, I couldn’t get to sleep, and so I was lying awake in the darkness fretting about all my problems, when I became slowly aware of a quiet slapping sound coming from beneath the covers next to me, and a slow, rhythmical movement by my side which gradually gathered pace until suddenly, with a shudder, it ceased. For a few moments I remained frozen, wondering what on earth could have created such a disturbance, but then it slowly dawned on me that perhaps our house is built over an ancient burial ground or something, and we’re host to some sort of menacing ghoul which has come back from the dead to haunt us. On discussing it over breakfast the following morning, my husband seemed very convinced this was the case. Do you think we should get our priest to perform an exorcism?
You must be extremely scared to witness first hand such ghostly goings on. Thank goodness your husband is there to protect you. I’m not so lucky, having only a handful of rubbish teddy bears and a nightlight to ward off evil spirits. I know for a fact that there’s some sort of evil death monster that lives in my wardrobe, plus something sinister and shadowy with many arms that hides under my bed and wants to grab my ankles. Thankfully, I’ve not actually experienced a physical manifestation like you have, but that’s probably because I never let my feet stick out from under the covers. I asked my granny if there were such things as ghosts and she said something about being visited by the spirit of Bob Monkhouse every night. From experience, the best approach is to jump up suddenly and switch on the light next time it happens, and you’ll probably discover with relief that it’s just the dog rubbing its bumhole on the carpet or something.
Hope that helps!