Real Ghost Stories: True Tales Of Haunted Toys Volume Four (Real Ghost Stories: True Supernatural Tales) by Tina Vantyler

Author:Tina Vantyler
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Zanderam London Press
Published: 2022-08-25T04:00:00+00:00

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The Bungalow

At first, Katie was thrilled to visit her aunt’s holiday home with her family…

Me and my sister Stella were staying at my Auntie Jean’s holiday home in Norfolk one Easter with my parents when I had a truly horrible experience.

The bungalow was down a dirt track and quite old-fashioned – an exciting change from the new, boxy house we lived in. Auntie Jean’s husband had died a few years ago and she was a remote, emotionless character, nothing like my giggly mum, Gillian, who was her sister.

We arrived on the Friday morning and Auntie Jean was to join us on the Saturday. Stella and I got a big bedroom to share at the back of the house with twin beds, while Mum and Dad’s room was by the front door. I was 10 and my sister was 13.

Stella got the key for the double doors that led into the garden off Mum and we pulled them wide open. So much better than the narrow back door we had at home! We ran straight out to play hide and seek in the bushes while Mum and Dad unpacked.

We weren’t playing the game properly, just mucking about, when Stella stopped and put a finger to her lips. “Shhh! Did you hear that?”

I was about to say, “What?” when I heard squeaking, faint at first, then getting louder, as though whatever it was, was slowly coming towards us. It seemed to stop a couple of feet away and we both stared at the spot where the noise had halted.

“Squeaking,” said Stella, grabbing my shoulder, “but there’s nothing there!”

I shuddered, despite the spring sunshine. “Yes – an on again, off again noise, like if you were squeezing a rubber ball or something.”

“Weird,” said my sister. “It’s stopped, anyway. Let’s keep playing.”

But my heart wasn’t in our game anymore and I felt uncomfortable. So did Stella, I think, so we found an excuse to go indoors. I went first to get a drink while Stella followed a few minutes later. She looked strained, which was understandable.

Later in the afternoon, my sister and I went to our room. We had our own TV, which was cool as we didn’t have that at home. Stella and I each sat on our own bed, leaning against the buttoned headboards, and watched our favourite TV show. That made me feel better, until…

A squeak, faint, but coming from the floor by my bed. Mine was nearest the door, which was a few feet away.

Ee-ee! Ee-ee! Ee-ee!

Three squeaks.

“Stella!” I cried. “That noise again – right next to me!” This time I felt cold to my bones, as though I was sitting in an icy draught. Then something hard thudded against the side of the bed at the level where the noise had been. “Argh!” Shocked, I leaped off my bed and onto Stella’s.

“You’re imagining it after what we heard in the garden,” said my calm, sensible older sister, hugging me. “Hey! You’re shaking!”

I slid off the bed. “Come on. Let’s see what’s for dinner.

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