Carrying on from last time when I spoke about horror, I've had a weird experience of my own. I brought a second hand car few years ago as my little black one died. This one is a bright red Yaris and although she's ten years old now, touch wood, I've never had any trouble from her; her name's Ruby by the way, except that I seem to have an extra passenger.
When I'm in the car by myself, going to pick up friends or family, whoever I'm collecting will always say, 'who was that sitting next to you,' when I get out. Even my grand daughter Chloe kept looking for my 'friend' when I picked her up. I told her I was alone in the car, but she insisted there was someone sitting next to me in the passenger seat.
Also, when I've been driving home from work after a late shift, I've heard whispering from the back seat. (Kinda makes me think of Steven King's Christine.) but she hasn't tried to kill anyone yet, as far as I know.
She wasn't the usual type or colour of car I would normally go for, I prefer black to fire engine red, but as I'd just lost my mum Kathleen and the car I was looking at came from Kathleen road in Southampton and the lady selling it was called Joan, my mum's middle name, I took it to be a sign. I just felt drawn to it when I saw the picture, weird eh.
Maybe mum's coming along for the ride, I don't know. I've never seen anyone sitting next to me,(that's probably a good thing) although I do feel the urge to check the rear view mirror quite often, as it feels like someone's watching me from the back seat, I just wonder who my spectral passenger is?
Car's aside, weird things happen at work too. I, along with most other staff, have seen he shades of dead residents shuffling into their rooms, call bells ring in empty rooms, doors slam on the top floor and the lift goes up and down on its own, especially at night. Myself and a colleague even herd a resident call for a nurse, even though said resident had been dead for the past three days.
I am a firm believer in life after death, to me, ghosts are real, I've seen too much not to believe (either that or I', just crazy) I saw my first ghost when I was six at my nan's house, he was about the same age as me and was sitting in the kitchen. We used to chat, but I can't remember an actual conversation with him. I saw another one when I was eight or nine. My cousin came on holiday with us to pevensy bay and this little girl used to tap on the window and call us to come out and play, but my cousin said there was no one there and that I was making it up to scare her and she wanted to go home; her dad came and got her and I was told off. The ghost girl came back that afternoon and I followed her, but when I got outside she'd gone.
That about sums it up for this week. Maybe the childhood ghosts helped to cement my love of horror and the supernatural, I don't know, they certainly roused my curiosity and started a lie long passion.
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