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Whispered Words from a Ghost
How would you react if, in the dead of night, you were awakened by cold breath on your face and someone speaking in your ear? Terrifying!
We were all excited. Geology fieldtrips were always fun, and the teacher was a great guy and turned a blind eye in the evening, allowing us to smoke and drink if we so chose. Many of us were eighteen anyway, and the few who were not, were just months away. It was a dark Friday night, gloomy and dark even as we left the school gates in the minibus. We chatted and laughed in the back, telling stories and jokes to pass the three or so hours it would take to reach the hotel.
At the hotel, most of us were allocated shared rooms, but one or two—we thought them lucky—were allocated single rooms. I was sharing with a friend, and we simply dumped our rucksacks on the small single beds and headed to the restaurant for dinner. He claimed the bed by the door. Dinner was followed by a few pints at the bar and then a relatively early night, as it would be a crack of dawn start the following morning.
At breakfast, I noticed one of my colleagues looked rather pale. He told me he hadn’t slept so well, and after a little hesitation, he asked if I thought the hotel had a strange atmosphere. I hadn’t noticed anything, and it certainly wasn’t an old building or anything and so I told him I hadn’t. The following morning, he looked even more haggard, and he asked me again about my feelings regarding the hotel (I was known even then for seeing ghosts and feeling atmospheres). I again told him that I had felt nothing and had slept very well.
“Then I have to ask you something, but please keep it quiet,” he said, looking furtively about and speaking in a low voice.
I nodded.
“I know you will believe me, whereas others here will think me mad. There is something in my room,” he said.
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