When a Spirit Calls

From: Roni Garvin (nirvan4eva2@yahoo.co.uk)
Story type: Ghost
Location: Home
Source: Form Submission
Date submitted: Wed Jul 11 08:53:25 2007

I'm not sure what I believed in before the events of Dec 99', and I'm not altogether sure what I believe in today. What I can tell you is I am telling the truth and I'll leave it up to you to decide what you believe.

My story begins on the 3rd of Dec 1999. I had just got the keys to my new home, a rented cottage in the countryside, I had been living in the city for ten years and I fancied a change of pace, so when I had spotted the ad in the newspaper looking for someone to let a quaint little cottage in the country while it's owner worked overseas, I jumped at the chance. I can finally work on my writing, I thought.

I had one or two phone conversations with Mrs Adams, the owner of Lovingdale Cottage, mainly she had been instructing me on the general upkeep of her home, how best to heat it in the winter and such. She had asked me to pick the keys up from the nearby farmer as she was leaving for the states that morning and I wouldn't be arriving from the city till evening time.

The farmer, Mr Franks, was a lovely man and made me promise I would contact him if I had any trouble, which did make me think what kind of trouble he thought I might have out in the middle of the country in such an ideal setting, but I thought no more of it.

On entering the cottage I was overwhelmed by it's charm, it had all those dainty little touches you just don't get in city living. Big beams across the ceiling's and a real working fireplace were just two of the attractions you noticed immediately. I knew already there was two bedrooms, and that Mrs Adams used the one at the very back of the cottage, she had asked me to leave this room locked and use the front bedroom, which I had agreed to do. I fund my room and was suitably impressed, it had a four poster bed, with drapes right around it, lace drapes the colour lavender, it was a beautiful bed no mistake.

I had supper and it was getting dark so I retired to the lounge and started reading a book by the fire. I was just dozing off when a log fell from the top of fire and landed on the carpet, I jumped in fright and quickly threw my mug of tea on the embers starting to burn the carpet. I was sure I placed the fire guard closer than that, but checking everything was out, I made my way to bed. I must have been sleeping for an hour or so when I awoke with a chill apon me like I had never felt before. I got up and ran to my chest of drawers and pulled a heavy arran knitted cardigan from the top drawer, threw it on and ran back into bed, pulling the covers tight around me. Once again I drifted into sleep. This time I only got about five minutes sleep when I awoke to find not a single cover on my bed, I was lying the middle curled up in the feotal poisition shivering violently, and all the bedclothes were on the floor in front of the bed. I must have kicked them off, I thought, although at the back of my mind I was thinking that i hadn't been sleeping but five minutes, also there was about five bed sheets and two covers all tucked tightly around me, how could I have kicked them all off ?

I gathered the covers up and tried again to get some sleep.

Now this is the part when I don't know whether I was dreaming, or hallucinating, maybe brought on by the nights earlier events. Whatever it was it was the most terrfied I have ever been. I had just closed my eyes again when I heard a voice, a womans voice, at first I strained to make out what was being said or where it was coming from but it gradually got louder and more clear. "Wicked Girl" the voice was saying, or more like hissing, over and over again, I couldn't make out where it was coming from, infact it was almost as if it was coming from every direction in the room, surrounding me, I was in utter terror and wanted to run to the door but my legs wouldn't function through fear, I just sat there bolt upright in the bed, still freezing, trying to block the voice from my ears by covering them with my ice like hands.

All of a sudden the voice stopped, I took my hands away from my ears and sat for a moment to see if it would return, when it did not I sprung from the bed and for the door as fast as I could, made my way to the kitchen and pulled on my boots and jacket, outside I got into my car and drove down the road to the farmer, Mr Franks, house. It was about 5am now and Mr Franks was already up and heading out to milk the cows, I ran right into him as he turned the corner of his front porch, he saw by my face I was terrified and took me inside, he gave me some warm brandy and listened to my tale of terror. After I finished telling him the events of my first night at the cottage he sighed deeply then said he had been afraid something like that would happen. He told me Mrs Adams often went to the US for work and when she did she rented the cottage out, it wasn't the first time he had been awakened by the tenants of Lovingdale Cottage. I asked him why she didn't tell me that there was paranormal activity going on, but I already guessed why, no-one would rent it out if they knew there was strange goings on.

I called Mrs Adams that day and told her I would not be staying and I would leave my keys with Mr Franks, she was a bit annoyed and asked why I was leaving, I told her what I had encountered and she was not the least surprised. "That's just mother", she told me, "she wouldn't harm a fly, unless you are lacking of morals that is". I slammed the phone down and haven't spoken to her since. I guess her mother thought I was a Wicked Girl, but I think I'm quite good actually, what does she know anyway !