An Irish Haunting
I remember, the night my life changed. I will never forget the horror. I will never be the same again. I will never be alone, again.
Five years ago, my friends and I where backpacking around Ireland in our gap year before uni. One night we had gone really off track and were completely lost, it was getting dark and we decided we needed to find shelter for the night. We had been walking through a forest for a few hours, it was pitch black and cold, four girls, we were terrified. Then the trees opened up into a small clearing, at the bottom there was a lake and old boathouse. It was falling apart, but it was shelter. We needed shelter.
I was in front, Lucy was scared and kept asking to call for help. But who could we have called? We had no reception. We approached the boatshed, there was no door, so we entered. It was dark …