heeler the peeler's supernatural tales of yoikes and honey if the house wants us to leave i really think we should just go
Valerie is a 65 year old woman who has been known to me for many years.
She is of an artistic temperament.
If I were to look for a solid witness to a supernatural event, she might not be the ideal candidate.
She is musically inclined.
Many years ago she was interested in creative writing.
I say she might not be the ideal witness because there is always the feeling with creative people that their imaginations are working overtime.
Take it from me.
Valerie has shared with me the following story which she insists is literally true in every detail.
Soon after she married she moved with her husband to live in a large house in a remote part of the Irish midlands.
Some months went by.
Each day her husband would go off to work and Valerie would be left alone in the house.
She was with child now.
During her days alone in the house she became uneasy.
She knew that the house had once belonged to an aristocratic family.
She knew also that there were secret passages linking the master bedroom to the old servants quarters.
She felt that these passages had in days gone by facilitated the sexual exploitation of innocent young women by a cruel rapacious landlord.
Her historical knowledge gave her a sense that evil things had happened in this house.
She says that on one particular day she had an actual encounter with something evil.
Her husband had gone to work as usual.
She was alone in the house.
She awoke to hear something moving around outside the house.
She had an impression immediately that all was not right.
The doors and windows were closed.
She heard the creature outside move into the house.
She heard it coming up the stairs.
She heard a snuffling sound from outside her door.
Then the creature went away.
When she told me this part of the story, I immediately interjected: "It was a dog."
Valerie replied: "No. It wasn't a dog. I knew what it was. Some part of me knew full well what it was. It was a supernatural creature. A being of evil lingering in a house where evil things had happened."
I shot back: "You were pregnant. Your body was full of hormones. Of course you'd be jumping at shadows."
She insisted: "This was a real experience."
Valerie would have no other claimed direct experiences of the supernatural until thirty years later.
But ah.
That's another story.
She is of an artistic temperament.
If I were to look for a solid witness to a supernatural event, she might not be the ideal candidate.
She is musically inclined.
Many years ago she was interested in creative writing.
I say she might not be the ideal witness because there is always the feeling with creative people that their imaginations are working overtime.
Take it from me.
Valerie has shared with me the following story which she insists is literally true in every detail.
Soon after she married she moved with her husband to live in a large house in a remote part of the Irish midlands.
Some months went by.
Each day her husband would go off to work and Valerie would be left alone in the house.
She was with child now.
During her days alone in the house she became uneasy.
She knew that the house had once belonged to an aristocratic family.
She knew also that there were secret passages linking the master bedroom to the old servants quarters.
She felt that these passages had in days gone by facilitated the sexual exploitation of innocent young women by a cruel rapacious landlord.
Her historical knowledge gave her a sense that evil things had happened in this house.
She says that on one particular day she had an actual encounter with something evil.
Her husband had gone to work as usual.
She was alone in the house.
She awoke to hear something moving around outside the house.
She had an impression immediately that all was not right.
The doors and windows were closed.
She heard the creature outside move into the house.
She heard it coming up the stairs.
She heard a snuffling sound from outside her door.
Then the creature went away.
When she told me this part of the story, I immediately interjected: "It was a dog."
Valerie replied: "No. It wasn't a dog. I knew what it was. Some part of me knew full well what it was. It was a supernatural creature. A being of evil lingering in a house where evil things had happened."
I shot back: "You were pregnant. Your body was full of hormones. Of course you'd be jumping at shadows."
She insisted: "This was a real experience."
Valerie would have no other claimed direct experiences of the supernatural until thirty years later.
But ah.
That's another story.
posted by heelers | 2:26 AM
3 Comments:
That's a chilling story.
Hiya, I am just dropping in to recommend The Lord of the Flies by Golding... :) Have a nice weekend!
There's a simple test to these things.
If it happened in Ireland, it's probably true.
Although, in this case, clearly it was a dog like you said.
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