A Ghostly Manifestation

A Ghostly Manifestation – by A. Clergyman

The story is about a man who moves to a house in no-man’s-land with his wife. He also brings his maid, his cook and his pupils. Every night the man sees if all the doors and windows are shut, he does this before he goes to sleep. The first night was common, nothing strange happened, he thought. But the boys and the maid told him that they heard strange noises, creepy noises and that they do not want to sleep there anymore. But the man doesn’t believe in these things and tells them they just have got to go to sleep.
The following night however, he himself woke because he heard strange noises. Scratching, banging, he began to feel fearful. He went to see if there was anything wrong, but there wasn’t. He went back to bed and he heard everything again. He checked again but nothing there. He saw the maid, who also couldn’t sleep because of the noises. She said there were ghosts in the house. The whole night he was hearing these sounds, over and over again. The third night, he invited a doctor and made him stay the night. He also woke up due to the noises, but no one saw anything.
The story ends with the man and all his companions leaving the house, they couldn’t stay there, it was unbearable.

My personal view: I’ve had a period when I believed in ghosts, it actually affected me quite a bit, because I can get very paranoid and freaked out when I’m alone and hear weird things. I don’t like to think too much about ghosts and paranormal things; because I’m afraid I might make myself believe in it again. Which I don’t want!

My final message to the world

Well, apparently is this The End.
I will not talk about things I regret that I've done or things I regret that I haven't done.
I will only say this: You never know when your time has come.
I didn't see this coming, I don't think anyone of us here did, but I just want people to know that I am fine with it.
I am at peace now, undisturbed. I don't know why, but I think you will have more problems with it than me.
All I say is: don't. Do not remember me as someone with many oppurtunities in life, and that I didn't get the chance to take them. I have lived my life, and as I look back at it, I loved every minute of it. It wasn't dissapointing for me at all.
And as I take my final bow and give a last wave to my audience, my final words I'll ever speak escape from my mouth:
Thank you and farewell.