The Gatehouse - feature article
Sunday May 4, 2008
Which is more terrifying: Unexpectedly encountering a ghost... or the anticipation of coming face-to-face with the unknown in a place that you’ve heard might be haunted by something unspeakable? Does sheer terror lie in something outside ourselves, or in the dark, unlimited creations of our own imaginations? Allow P.S. Gifford to share a frightening experience of a night alone in an abandoned, haunted house.
Photo: P.S. Gifford
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“Are you sure you want to go through with this?”
I wasn’t sure in the least, but I remember myself nodding. Mark raced off into the darkness to the safety and comfort of his bed.
I was alone… or so I hoped.
I decided that the first thing I needed to do was to inspect the house fully.”
Oh yeah, as a 12 year old who’s scared to death, that’s what I’d do too. Realistically as a middle age man, I’d wouldn’t inspect the house. Nor would I stay the night in there. Could be ghost or even rats in there.
“My house had been built by the main gate to house a gatekeeper and his family. It was his job to open and close the gate as horses and carriages approached.
Apparently, the gate keeper was an alcoholic, and when he was drunk he became bitter and mean. The newspaper went on to explain that legend has it that on one particularly fateful night he had gotten into a horrible fight” with his wife and had bludgeoned her to death. In the morning, he awoke to discover blood everywhere… and his wife’s battered dead body. He then hung himself.”
I guess you don’t mean your house, but the haunted house? He killed his wife in the house not the gatehouse.correct?
I guess the torch is a flashlight? Flashlight would be better here. Torch sounds too much like Indiana Jones to me.
“I always held a fascination with one particular old house, which was just a few hundred yards from ours.
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My house had been built by the main gate to house a gatekeeper and his family. It was his job to open and close the gate as horses and carriages approached.”
maybe your house was haunted instead? je ne comprende pas
A torch is what a flashlight is called in the U.K.
This account had me glued to my screen!
Allison
I felt as if I was in that house with you, I actually shivered.
Great job…
You re a braver soul than I am.
CREEPY!
Great story! I would add a description of the face you saw, the ending was a bit too abrupt and anti-climactic.
That was a remarkable account!
Ash
What a great story- thanks for sharing it with everyone.
Tim
Deliciously spooky!