Have you ever been so frightened you can't look away from what is scaring you.
Yesterday I came back from an amazing conference by the RCM, it was fun and so much information was packed into my head. RCM means the royal collage of midwives.
But this doesn't matter right now, Wednesday morning we arrived at Telford for 8 Am I was at the station to leave at 5:30am to go to Telford. As you know this is a long day, when you go to your hotel room at 11:30 pm. I was Knackered, couldn't believe how long I had been up for but that isn't the point. My room mate was in the room and had already got ready to get into bed. I commented how I was going to have a shower and sorry if i keep the lights on. They dismissed my comment and said they would be asleep when I came out.
I thank them and went into the bathroom, having a very cold shower. I came out shivering and more awake then I was all day. The lights were dim and I could see the reflecting off our window. I closed the curtains closest to my side and left the others open as it didn't matter to my room mate that the curtains were open. I sighed as I pack my clothes up into the little room I had left in my case. I put my case down and made sure everything was place right. As in the morning was going to be a massive rush to get out.
I walked over to the the light switch and turned it off looking straight out side our window. Everything was dead outside and to be honest as soon as my head will hit that pillow so will I be, I thought chuckling to myself. I walked over to my bed and remembered that I had left my necklace in the bathroom. I sighed at my forgetfulnes and made my way back over to the bathroom, turn on the light and turn it off as soon as I saw my necklace. I grabbed it and laid back into my bed, the bed squeaked and moved as I shuffled into a comfortable position. This was on my back, my eyes closed and I let out a soft breath. I opened them and saw the moon light shine on the left wall. I blinked and looked at the trees swaying in the moon light. only their shadows. I blinked again. More swaying and soft breathing, I could feel myself drifting. Blinks were becoming longer, and I blinked again.
I held my breath this time and watched the shadow, the trees were no longer a light shadow on my wall and they were no longer trees. I felt my stomach tighten as saw the shadow get darker. I wanted to scream and watched the shadow with great care. A figure of a man around 6ft stood outside our window looking in. I knew this because as the shadow got darker it meant he was getting closer to the window. I heard a soft thud against the window and gasped.
'shit, he is looking in. What is he looking for?!'
I wanted to cry and what felt like a year, he left. I felt my whole body relax and just collapse into a limp state. But now I was on edge and it was late. My body screamed at my brain to relax and that we were too tired and too grown up for this crap.
"Come on Emily, you write scary stories all the time. You are just tired. Hearing and seeing things"
I giggled and closed my eyes agreeing with the logical before going into a light sleep.
BANG
I jumped up and breathed heavily, I closed my eyes again and smiled. I started drifting off again and relaxed.
BANG
I was just hearing things right? I must be.
But now as write the I know I wasn't. because what happened next made me so sure.
I laid still and heard another BANG and the what followed would be any normal persons nightmare. I could hear someone trying our door handle. I heard the lock jam and stop the handle from going down. I was now up and gently made my way to the door not making a sound.
Under the door a little light leaked in and as I placed my hand on the handle and locked it. The shadow of a person disappeared and let the light flood in.
I know this sounds really strange and you think I am lying. I am not, I told my friends who were staying there about it and they couldn't believe what I said. I told my dad and he even said, who did you tell.
Thing is I could have explained things away, what really seal my thoughts is that the door handle moved.
My freaky experience.
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