I thought you might like a change from my usual input, so here is a little story to keep you all alert! I hope you like this one; as the story says, it is TRUE.
It was a cold November night, misting with rain and dark, when I and my wife to be were invited to visit a friend who resided at "Cawston House", to chat and watch a video or two. As we drove up the drive, the darkness of the night became oppressively heavy; so much so that the headlights of the car could hardly penetrate to light our way.
The gentleman stood at the door to the residence, and bid us welcome as friends always do. In showing us up to the lounge, he made a remark about "don't mind George, he doesn't like the doors closed". We took him to mean that he had a flat - mate, and replied " Oh, that's O.K."
We sat, chatted and drank coffee, and watched a feature film on video until it was time for my fiance to go to work, our friend offering to "run her to work". At this point, may I emphasise that I'm not a man taken to believing in the super - natural, so what follows now may sound INCREDIBLE. During their absence, a cold draught at the back of my neck had got me closing a door behind me, only to close the door again two minutes later. On the Third closing of the door, I saw fit to inspect the catch of the door. This was of a Victorian design, quite stout and robustly designed, with a definite action to the mechanism, and when closed, the door held quite firm. The same can be said of the other doors, of which there were five in total.
You'd not be surprised then at the shock I received when after a further two minutes, the same draught, and when I turned, EVERY single door was wide open!! On his return some twenty minutes later, my friend simply smiled at my interrogation, and replied, "Oh, that'll be our resident ghost. We call him George, and he just can't stand the doors being closed! He just does that to let us know that he's around - no, you've got no - one in the flat with you; everyone is out, and have been for HOURS !
This is, indeed, a true story, and my friend and I are large men not given to flights of fancy. I'm still sceptical of ghosts, etc. but try as I might, I still can't find a logical answer to this conundrum. I've not had reason to go back there, either!
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