Strange Happenings

'The more you think of a place as haunted the more things will appear?'

Do you really think that? Its a mental, rather then atmospheric thing? Do we construct it entirely in our minds; whispers, creaking floorboards, mournful winds. Could it not be something else?I'm intensely interested in this, a friend of mine is taking me ghost hunting, to haunted places she knows of, in a few days. I'll be sure to blog about it haha; will my mix of skepticism and enthusiasm make for flat, uninteresting places while her history of 'hauntings' and bad experiences terrify her.

Will we both see one place as two? **

She was telling me once, of an experience she had:

It was dark, and everyone was sleeping; slumbering bodies criss crossed the floor of the lounge room. Only her and Nixy were awake, whispering and giggling away. The glow of the kitchen light faintly illuminated the lounge, and it seemed, called to them, beckoning. They had been debating whether to go to the effort of getting up and making something to eat. A vague disquiet settled around them as they thought about it though, a creeping cold that sneaked upon them.

Suddenly, as the tension heightened and they stared at that doorway of light, leading into the kitchen they heard an almighty crash and bang; doors opening and slamming and crashing to the ground.

'Fuck!' Nixy swore.

'What the fuck was that! Oh my god!'

They were both staring at the other with complete shock, mirrored fear in their eyes. Hearts pounding, they inevitably had the discussion we all fear in such circumstances - endlessly debated among friends. Do we go check it out? Evevntually, the decided they had to; what if it was a burglar? Or an animal, a big dog or demon cat?! All their food was in that kitchen, and if there's anything you want to avoid, its getting in the way of two mature ladies on the hunt. So they creeped toward the kitchen, poking their heads around the door.

It was complete chaos. All their food was on the ground, every draw and cupboard stood open. A heavy miasma of fear settled about their shoulders, of mouth drying heart stopping terror and confusion. What the fuck...

'Shit!'

They scuttled back inside, waking everyone up. It wasn't a matter of 'come check this out' I think, it was more a 'thats an almighty mess and we sure as hell aren't cleaning it up alone.' But when the group returned to the kitchen, it was perfectly normal. Eerily so, in fact. Of course, no one believed them, they were bullshit artists, liars, just pulling everyone's leg...

Weren't they?

**

In that instance, the newly woken people saw only the kitchen, normal as ever, whereas the other two, having experienced something saw a haunted place, each cupboard and tile, each gleaming surface superimposed atop open carnage. They saw, then, two places.