In which I continue the ghost story
Ghost Story: The Hands Part 2
We left our intrepid hero, Richard, investigating the sounds of fingernails scratching against his bedroom wall…
‘As soon as I go into the bathroom, though, the sounds stopped,’ he said. ‘I even examined the walls for signs of scratching, but there was nothing there. When I went back to bed, they started again.’
‘That must have been scary,’ I pointed out.
‘Nah. I’m not a believer in the supernatural. Maybe I had rats inside the walls. The weirdest episode, though, was when I woke up in the middle of the night and heard the sounds of a party going on downstairs.’
‘A party?’
He topped up his wine glass. ‘Sounded like one. Music, chattering, chinking of wine glasses. Trouble was, I was alone in the house and it was three in the morning.’ He swirled his glass and looked into the liquid. ‘I went downstairs and the noise just got louder. I stopped outside my living room door which was closed. When I turned the handle and opened the door the sounds of people talking just washed out. I flicked on the light switch and the noise…’ He tilted his head as if searching for the right description. ‘…well, it just blinked out. You know, like the turning on of the light turned off the noise. When I went inside there was nothing there. Nothing out of place. Empty.’ He put his glass down. ‘Thing is, when I turned the light off and closed the door, it all started up again.’
‘What did you do?’ I asked.
‘Not much I could do,’ he replied. ‘I called out “Please keep the noise down, guys. I’m trying to sleep” and went back to bed.’
‘You must have been scared by that,’ I said.
‘No,’ he said. ‘I didn’t get scared until the following night when something evil made an appearance in my study.’
To be continued…
