The Kettle and the Wife
From: Wajahat Ullah (firstname.lastname@example.org) Story type: Channelling Location: London, England Source: Form Submission
The names of the following people have been changed to respect their identity and safety.
My cousin, 'Marvin', had a job once as a security officer patrolling the suburbs of East London in his 'Bat Mobile' style van from 7.00pm-7.00am. As you can imagine, it must have been very tough. The headquarters with who he was in constant contact with were connected to the security alarms of almost every public building in his district. Once an alarm went off, Marvin would have to respond to the call if he was close to the building being 'burgled'.
One cold, frosty night, he overheard on the radio that there was a suspected break in at a nearby school. He said that even though he was not obliged to investigate, he was 'urged' to pick up the radio and say that he would respond.
Once there, he and his patrol partner, 'Max', met up with the school caretaker, who insisted that a break in was impossible as he checked out the perimeter of the building and all the doors were locked and the windows were intact.
However, being a professional at his job, Marvin insisted that everything should be checked out, yet he told me he would normally ignore the security alert if what the caretaker told him was true.
Marvin ordered Max to take the second floor, while he and the caretaker, whoose name was 'Miller', took the lower levels. While patroling, the caretaker claimed to be hearing a 'snake like' hissing noise. At first, Marvin dismissed it, then he began to hear it as well.
They followed the noise down their torch lit corridor untill they reached the staff room. They entered the room to find that it was only a kettle. ''Cheeky Bastards helped themselves to a cup of tea,''said Miller who just came to terms that the school was burgled after all...or was it.
This time, Miller called the shots. He instructed Marvin to call the police while he turned off the kettle, which continued to boil away violently in the corner of the room. Marvin left the room to radio for the cops. Just then he heard Marvin led out a bloodcurdling scream, followed by Max running out of the room like headless chicken towards the fire exit.
Marvin kept his cool...for now. He drew his weapon and headed into the room to confront the burglar...or at least what he thoght would be the burglar. After scouring the room for what seemed a minute, which seemed like an eternity, his attention was shifted to the kettle. It boiling the water away into an eerie mist.
Before he new it, Marvin was out of that room like a bat out of hell...leaving his weapon behind, his reason being that it was totally useless. After all, how can you possibly defend yourself against a kettle which was working perfectly well without being plugged in? Trust me, the kettle had to be plugged in...it wasn't a portable battery opperated kettle. The staff were kind of money wise and never bought any expensive modern stuff.
When he got home, his wife was waiting for him sitting on the stairs. She had been crying and was badly shaken. When he asked her what happened, she said that she woke up unable to move her legs due to 'something siting on them' or speak. After about a minute she was free again.
Later on, when she was slightly carm he asked her when it happened She said it was about an hour ago. This was exactly the same time as when Marvin had his encounter and it lasted about as long as Marvin was in that room.
Marvin had many more scarier encounters before he quit the job. He now co-runs two successful expanding businesses. He has never looked back at his time with his old job since...atleast he tells me.