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Giggles and Lamplight
A story I wrote that has been accepted and published in December 2009 by Fortean Times Magazine |
| by Lisa Plowman | | posted on | 2009-12-10 14:10:54 | | views | 155 : last 2010-09-08 22:24:58 | | comments | 4 : last 2010-01-07 20:59:34 | | category | non_fiction | | rating | General | |
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One afternoon I was busy in the lounge when I heard a young girl’s giggles. I smiled to myself. There’s nothing sweeter than hearing my children’s laughter. I carried on with what I was doing. The giggles started again. Curious I crept into the hallway and poked my head around the corner, hoping to have the last laugh and make my girl’s jump. To my surprise there was no one there, yet I could still hear faint giggles.
I went upstairs to see where they were, thinking they were probably playing a trick on me. When I looked in their room, one was asleep; the other was engrossed in a book.
I asked my daughter what she had been laughing at but she said that she hadn’t been laughing. I thought it a little strange, but shrugged it off.
Days later, my husband mentioned hearing children’s laughter in the hallway, but when he looked for the girls they weren’t there. A shiver ran down my spine and goosebumps covered my arms as I remembered the giggles I had heard only days previously. His words made me feel relieved I wasn’t hearing things.
A few weeks later before going to bed in the early hours I went upstairs to the bathroom. As I got to the door I noticed my daughter wearing a long white nightie; her hair trailing half way down her back. I remember thinking at the time why was she wearing one of those long petticoats to bed? They were only to be worn under her St David’s day costume. She stood with her back towards me just inside her bedroom. I thought she may have been sleepwalking and turned to tell her to get back into bed because it was late.
Before I had chance to say anything I watched the young girl fade into the darkness of the bedroom. I stood silently in shock for a few seconds, before checking on my two daughters, who were sleeping soundly in bed.
On a different night in the same week, I checked on my children before I went to bed. There in the doorway of my daughter’s bedroom stood the young girl again, just as before. She wore the same nightdress, but this time her long dark hair flowed beneath a frilly cap. In her right hand she held an old fashioned lamp, resembling the shape of a gravy boat, which held a single lit candle in the middle of it.
I held my breath, stood as still as stone as I watched her take several steps into the room. Halfway across the floor she began to fade and disappeared into the darkness once more.
I often wonder who she was. And why she’d visited that night? Was she the young child who I’d heard giggling in my hallway?
So many questions that I guess I will never have the answers to and another one of life’s mysteries whose truth will never be known.
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© Lisa Plowman, 2009, All Rights Reserved.
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| Lisa, This was a great read. It's up there with your poetry. Do you think it was a message that things are ok in the afterlife? |
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| Lisa, Ya'all ought to call Ghost Hunters International or maybe E-mail them this story! They will maybe come visit you! This is the kinda thing- phenomena that they investigate!~LOVE Brad |
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| Hi Brad - sorry for such a late reply. This has been published in a supernatural magazine. x |
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| Hi Steve. Thank you, glad you liked it. I don't know to be honest if it was a message. I've seen plenty of things over the years. I think that things are okay in the afterlife anyway, gotta be a better place than here. As the saying goes 'Hell is where we live'. |
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