Readers, I recently offered a post about ghosts and camping. A reader, Annabelle Franklin of The Literate Lurcher blog, kindly shared this chilling story in response. One can’t begin to think how scary this must have been to experience. Enjoy the following tale, with thanks to Annabelle (do stop by her blog, it’s great!).
“I had my first experience of the supernatural as a teen, when my friend and I were camping in her back garden on a hot, still, summer night. We were pestered by an entity that punched the tent all over, as if with huge hands, at regular intervals throughout the night. At one point, a garden fork came right through the tent’s double wall, narrowly missing our heads. Worst of all was the feeling of evil that accompanied these phenomena, which only stopped when it began to get light. When we told people about it, they came up with rational explanations – it was animals, or someone playing a trick – but I doubt if that would have gone on all night.
There’s a postscript to this story. After my friend’s parents died, she had to arrange for house sitters to stay there until the place was sold. The house sitters didn’t even last one night – they called my friend at 1 a.m. saying they had to leave immediately, and refused to give a reason for their sudden departure. We couldn’t help wondering if they’d been scared off by the same entity that had spooked us all those years ago, and were too embarrassed to admit it!”
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To learn more about real ghosts, please see About Ghosts: A Useful Handbook. For some great ghost stories, please see Death Be Not Loud, Rest In Fleece, and Sepia Seepage. To learn about ghosts in modern fiction, please see Infectious Ghosts. And so much more, at: Jan’s Amazon Page