Tagged Ghosts

Outdoor Chess

There is a special time in the forest, a vague time. You might miss it, closing the gate as you leave the wood. Rushing to find your way home as darkness falls. You really need to stop, sit down. Relax and wait for the players to return.   In this place, it is chess in the forest. The game as always delayed till nightfall. In other places, there will be different forms of fun a swing, a stream a tree to climb. The players will return as they do each night. Unseen as they gather and play their ghostly game…

Order Is Restored

Sitting at the enquiry desk I feel a presence. I know it’s there. The building is old, a hundred years maybe more, with large cavernous rooms and stairways, The oldest part of the towns university and where the entrance to its main library is situated. I suppose it’s always quiet in libraries, Sunday mornings though are quieter than most days. High above me is a tall rather grand clock tower. I can hear it chiming every fifteen minutes. That’s not the noise today I’m focussing on today. Thuds and bangs high above me. As if some massive creature were  gripping the tower. I…

A Cold Room

“OK stop there Frank. We don’t do surnames around here, your first name will do”, said the man in the black suit. The unimposing room was cold and poorly lit. Two chairs, a table, a small electric heater working flat-out without making much difference. Frank sat on his uncomfortable wooden seat facing the man who had introduced himself as Jake. A stern-faced young man. He just sat looking at frank, as if trying to work him out. “Where am I? said Frank. “The afterlife of course”, said Jake. That was awkward, not least because it meant Frank was now dead. That…

Listen To Your Wife

I hated those dolls, hundreds of them all over the house. Some small, others as big as a child. We’d been married for ten years my wife loved them, she had collected them all of her life. They were everywhere. On chairs, shelves, even the bed. Quaintly dressed china dolls. I found it hard to even set foot in my home. I had enough one day and just put them all into boxes. She went ballistic. “Where are my babies what have you done with them”? Her babies! We argued for hours, the dolls came back out. Their mean little…

Wake Up

“Wake up.” A voice disturbs my slumber. “Wake up now.” It’s urgent, it wakes me up. Who was in my room, someone or something for sure. A ghost, a dream, the NSA. Gasping for air I drift back from that world into this one. Sweating in the cold night air I am I think now awake. A voice, the  voice, it was a he or was it she. “Wake up, wake up now before it really is too late.” I stir and force my aching body upright I sit on the edge of my bed and pull back the blinds.…

One English Pound

One whole English pound was a lot of money to find. It meant my day of fun at the movies could last a little longer. I don’t even remember what I went to see. I can’t be sure it was such a long time ago. I have seen so many movies since then some good, some bad and others I just can’t remember. It could have been ‘Tora, Tora, Tora’ or ‘The Poseidon Adventure’ or was it ‘Fiddler on The Roof’. They were all good. The ones I didn’t like were the horror ones ‘Carrie’, ‘Friday The 13th’, those kind…

The Artist

As he walked into his garden the artist was presented with a beautiful sight. The sun shining, dew glistening on the grass. The garden stretching out before him. Flower beds bursting with colour and life. First thing coffee, then to work in the studio. The rambling old Victorian house, so untidy. A world of maps, books, half-finished paintings and art materials. Dust covered furniture, dark empty rooms. A dark empty place. His night had been spent like many before drinking himself to a point of unconsciousness. Many years had passed since his wife had left him to his wild destructive lifestyle.…

‘I Think I’ve Just Seen Bob’

“The strangest thing happened on my way here, I thought I saw Bob,” said Pat “You can’t have he’s dead, we all went to his funeral,” said Harry. The three men were best friends, worked together and at weekends were drinking buddies. Until recently Bob Dixon had been part of their little group. Each Friday after work they had a night out, pubs, bands and a curry. “I know but that’s the fourth time I’ve seen him this month. Only from the back, I could have sworn it was him,” said Pat “It was a car crash wasn’t it,” said…

‘To Whom It May Concern’

If you are reading this letter it means that you have found my box of keys. It’s a long story and I haven’t got much time, they have said tonight will be the night they come for me. I don’t know what to do. The only thing I could think was write a short letter to warn the next unfortunate soul who finds my collection of old keys. Iron and brass, all shapes and sizes they are quite beautiful. Well that’s what I once thought. I found a key today on my way home, it isn’t the first time this…

Night Train

The night train approaches as I prepare to step down onto the tracks. This feels wrong, in the back of my mind something is telling me Londoners don’t commute by walking through the tunnels from one station to the next. Yet on the other hand it feels completely right. The train doesn’t stop and in seconds it has passed me by. Whooshing and rumbling through the station. It’s gone I’m safe to walk along the dark, warm and windy tunnel. I can see the light of the next station ahead half a mile or so in the distance. People are…