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July 2008 - Page 15
Floating Head
by Camille
I happen to have had a very strange experience -- terrifying, as well. I'm French, and I was in my home village on one All Hallow's Eve vacation night (we have vacation too, except we don't call it Halloween, but La Toussaint). So, there I was in Fleville with a friend of mine and my sister, and we were wandering about, having fun, telling each other scary stories and going to creepy places. Then we arrived to the central place of the village, the Church Square. On said square, there's the church right in front, with its clock (I figured it was close to one in the morning when it occurred). Left of the church is an old house that used to house the different priests who did the mass over the years. That was when Fleville still had about 500 inhabitants, which was a long time ago... more than 50 years, before the Germans marched in the village and it was saved by the Americans.
Anyway, everybody said that house was creepy, haunted, a ghost house. Everyone said so and had a good story about it... things that had apparently happened to people, but of course it was just for fun. Silly stories. I thought it must always be like that everywhere. In every village there must be a "haunted house" and stories about it. But then we walked in front of the house and started chatting, talking about how the ghost stories were funny, but just silly jokes. I looked inside through the windows, checking if there had been any new or moved furniture.
Then I looked into that small eyelike window, typical of old french houses, and I saw, just there, a head without a body -- white, seemingly ageless (if I had to give it an age, I'd say it looked 40) and belonging to a man -- float right behind that window, from left to right, stop right in the middle of it, turn almost mechanically until it was facing me, look at me straight in the eyes, its expression completely unchanged, nearly bored (as if it simply noticed me), and then turn back to its original position and continuing to float to the left of the window until it disappeared.
I was so terrorized when it looked at me straight in the eyes, because I was very conscious that I was at five steps from that house and it could do anything to me... kill me, eat me, wound me very badly... particularly because I wasn't moving. I was so terrorized I was stuck to the ground. Of course, I tried to tell the girls, but they didn't believe me. "Yeah, right, just another story, like we're going to believe you..." I was 13 at the time and I did not drink or smoke. And one can say it's because "I was in the mood", but I know what I saw was as real as you and I.
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