The Ghost in the Sleeping Bag
Back when I was 16 I was on holiday with my folks in a lovely little cottage in North Creake, Norfolk. The room that my brother and I were sharing was over the living room and the chimney rose up the wall opposite the door and, should've, as you'd expect, warmed the room quite nicely when the fire downstairs was lit.

The room was ALWAYS colder than the rest of the house, even on a sunny day it was uncomfortably cold in there.

One night, as I lay sleeping I was woken by the sound of someone moving about in the dark but thinking it was my brother I ignored it and went back to sleep. A few minutes later I became aware of something tugging at the zip on my sleeping, trying to unfasten it. I rolled over to tell my brother to stop mucking about, and turned to see him fast asleep on the far side of the room and noone else.

Thinking I'd imagined it I rolled back over and drifted off again. Some time later I was woken again by the zip being opened again only this time it was halfway down my back, maybe six inches from where it started and the bag was very obviously more open than it should be. I grabbed the zip, backed up against the wall and stayed awake until morning.

It turns out that the mother of the owner of the cottage died in her sleep, in that room and had been seen by other guests too.

I never went back. Even just writing this down sends uncomfortable tingles down the ol' spine.
( SubCulture Hero ... ... He... .... Comes ... ...., Thu 3 Jul 2008, 12:24, 3 replies)

Clearly
She was trying to get inside you
( whenanimalsattackhumans clad in global hypercolour, Thu 3 Jul 2008, 12:44, closed)

Missed out
You could have had some spectral minge.
( scoshi pretending to diet since, Thu 3 Jul 2008, 15:02, closed)

sure would beat
the mum porn in the last QOTW if you had got some.
(Ethelred is watching cheese grow, Mon 7 Jul 2008, 14:10, closed)