by Mikeanthony

Created on: November 05, 2008   Last Updated: November 28, 2011

Windy Ridge House

The house was very old, 16th century I was told, and with the creaky floorboards and draughts coming from every door and window it stood up to its name of Windy Ridge House.

I was here as a guest of Henry Buchanan, an old school friend who had bought the house as a summer retreat for he and his wife. Both were now in the Bahamas lapping up the sunshine whilst the autumn was setting in here in the UK. He'd asked if I wanted a few days away with my wife Agnes and I jumped at the opportunity.

It was a large building on three floors. Hefty fireplaces adorned each of the rooms and the leaded glass windows distorted the outlook over the moors. I thought to myself that the owners all those years ago must have been reasonably well off as only the minority of people could afford glass.

As I walked from one room to the other I could feel the temperature getting colder.

I climbed the stairs until I reached the top of the house where the bedrooms were. Here it was very cold, and Henry had told me other visitors to this establishment had commented on the cold feeling. Some had apparently seen apparitions of one sort or another within the bedrooms.

'Cup of coffee down here if you want it,' shouted Agnes.

'Be down in a minute love, just checking the bedrooms.'

'Ok but don't be long, it will soon get cold.'

I went into the master bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed. All of a sudden something hit me on the shoulder. I looked and could see a small stone rolling across the floor. Looking around there was nothing and above me was just the ornate ceiling that had been well preserved. I went across to where the stone had come to a halt and picked it up. It was as cold as ice. I couldn't understand where it had come from, so I decided to go downstairs and have my coffee before it got too cold.

As I went to move a shiver went down my spine and I could feel a presence somewhere in the room. I disregarded it and put it down to the coldness. Then all of a sudden a sort of grey mist passed in front of me. This must have been what the other visitors had seen.

'Is there someone there?' I asked nervously. There was a sound like a giggle that took me aback. I didn't know if I was scared or excited as the giggle got louder and louder. Then it stopped.
'Is there someone there?' I asked again, but there was no answer. As I turned to go out of the door the hairs on the back of my neck began to rise and I was paralysed to the spot. My eyes saw but my brain could not accept

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