“Oh bother” (or words to that effect). I always had been sick of the state of the water supply fed to my house. Once again I had gone to fill the kettle only to find the pipes jammed leaving my coffeeless.
I suppose I should divulge a little into my background, otherwise what follows may not make much sense. At the point of this incidence I was 16 years old. I lived with my dad in a fairly new house in the small rural village of Culmstock. The house was suddenly freed up on the market when the previous owner died of a heart attack while making a cup of tea in the middle of the night. I know this because said previous owner, a kindly old woman named Daisy, was the grandmother of a close friend of mine.
Anyway, there had been problems with the water since we moved in, and being strapped for cash after buying the house, we had not yet got round to seeing a plumber. I decided to try using the bathroom tap instead. The house was a bungalow, and so I didn’t have to walk far to get to the bathroom (being that it was right next to the kitchen).
At this point I should also probably mention that I attended college. It was Sunday night, around half one, and once again I had chosen to party it up on the Friday and Saturday nights instead of completing my homework, and so was awake at this stupid hour finishing a huge essay on the position of lay magistrates in British courts. My dad worked nightshifts at his place of employment and so I was home alone until about six in the morning. Anyway, I digress.
To my delight, the bathroom tap worked and so I filled the kettle and went back to the kitchen. As I stood, yawning and waiting for the kettle to boil, I heard something familiar. Something I had heard all night long. The tapping of the keys on my laptop.. .how curious… for some reason I put it down to my mind. I was sleep deprived and that was all I had heard all night, I thought I was imagining it.
Having rustled up a tankard of super coffee, I returned to my essay… but something wasn’t right. I read the last few lines up to where I stopped. “British lay magistrates also tend to the matter of deliberating the final verdict on a suspect. the three most important KITCHEN DOOR… KITCHEN DOOR… KITCHEN DOOR… I hadn’t written this. I knew my mind was melting due to lack of rest, but I wasn’t quite that far gone wherein I would randomly right ‘KITCHEN DOOR’ three times and then not remember it after five minutes. Obviously, my first instinct was to look at the kitchen door… what would you have done?
The door was slightly ajar. I had turned the kitchen light off after leaving, and in the darkness I could see a pair of hands, waving. There was something spectral about the whole thing. The hands were distorted, the fingers looked unnaturally long and they seemed to be shimmering like a bad quality movie. They waved and moved up and down the length of the door, from the top down to the floor. I was frozen. They stopped; and that’s when things got really creepy. The hands moved very slowly towards the door, and one by one the fingers wrapped around the frame. Those long, gray, almost skeletal fingers.
I must have entered some weird instinctive fight or flight mode, because if you asked me now why I stood up and ran towards the kitchen door screaming I honestly couldn’t tell you. I kicked the door in a panic and it flew open. the fingers were gone, as were the hands and whomever they belonged to. I was speechless.
Now I’m a grown man with a large ego but I’m not ashamed to admit I was absolutely terrified to the point of tears. I phoned my dad and told him to come home immediately. Obviously he couldn’t and so I just told him what happened over the phone. He could tell I wasn’t making it up because he could hear the blind panic in my voice. He told me to try and stay calm and that he would try to knock off early.
I didn’t know what to do other than to go to my bed, but I couldn’t sleep. I had never been more scared in my life. Nothing in the same league has ever happened since then and I pray it never does.
Written by Liam Mclachlan, Copyright 2009
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I would have been freaked out too if i was in your situation. Seeing a pair of hands without a body attached on the ends is definitely creepy…
the ironic thing is that a recent EVP experiment conducted, showed that ghosts are as afraid of us as we are of them, because when one of the investigators saw this spectral standing the hallway she screamed and the evp she obtained at that exact location was a scream in response to her scream. (it occurred directly after she screamed)
Kinda funny huh?
take care
Seeing a disembodied pair of hands would break anyone’s will to hang around. I wouldn’t feel bad about taking off.
I would be terrified.
did u manage to finish yiur essay ?
Wow! You were really brave- it was totally a subconscious act to DO something… I am so glad you did! Who know what might have happened???? I can’t honestly say I know what i would have done (other than scream- that i think i would have done!) thanks for sharing… lets hope nothing else DOES happen!