“Once upon a time -- of all the good days in the year, on Christmas Eve” – I was sat busy in my study, blogging. It was cold, bleak, biting weather and I could hear the people go wheezing up and down, on skateboards beating their hands upon their breasts, and clattering upon the pavement. The clocks had only just gone three, and it was quite dark and candles were flaring in the windows of the neighbouring houses (sorry only bit of poetic licence here) like ruddy smears upon the palpable brown air. Well not really, as all I was trying to do was steal a lump of Charles Dickens prose then! And no one called "A merry Christmas, uncle! God save you!" in a cheerful voice to me. As I said I was blogging. Anyway, off up to bed passing the spare room where I decided to make a quick diversion to hang up a coat. Well once in there I decided to undress for bed and not disturb the already slumbering lady of the house (it was no where near three as it happens, it was more like 10:30). Anyway, not having turned the bedroom light on I stumbled around at bit in the dark and then turning to leave the room I was met by a horrifying apparition (hence my Christmas Carol references). There wavering in front of me was a ghostly white figure, fat and bloated, stooped and ghastly. My heart thudded in my chest and what small amount of hair I have stood on end. Darting from the room into our bedroom, the lady of the house who was now awake demanded to know what was wrong. I gabbled out what I had seen to which she replied, “oh don’t worry it was only your reflection in the full length mirror, good night”. What a relief I thought, No! Hang on surely it wasn’t me was it? No, it was a ghost, that’s my story and I’m sticking to it.
Happy Christmas! See you in the New Year
1 comment:
That was funny :)
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