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28th October 2014, 13:44
My wife, my youngest son and I had an odd encounter last night that I thought I would share with you. There are probably countless plausible explanations as to why I shouldn't have found this spooky but I definitely did, as did the two other family members.......
We were returning from dropping our eldest son off at kickboxing and as we exited the vehicle my youngest pointed down the street and asked "is she real"? In the misty darkness a chill ran down my spine as I followed his pointing finger to a position underneath a street lamp. Barely visible was the outline of something, crouched half on the curb, half in the road. We locked the car and slowly edged forward, united as an apprehensive, cowardly throng.
As we moved closer I could tell that it was a youngish girl sat on the curb, staring straight down at the floor, the outline of her hair tumbling darkly over her obscured face. Needless to say at this point, I felt that my wife and son could be in potential danger and I ushered them back into the sanctuary of indoors, which they willingly undertook. I approached the shadow-like figure and whimpered "hello" in the pathetic, pitiful tone of a teenage boy who's voice was breaking in the midst of a horror film. Correcting myself and mustering what little testosterone I had left in me, I cleared my throat and re-iterated "hello?" in the most authoritative, business-like affront I could muster.
The "girl" slowly raised her head to look at me. I could see the outline of her hair in such a way that she must have been looking at me but I could make out no facial features, despite the generous lashings of light from the street-light that shone on her from above.
"Hello" she uttered in a sweet voice.
"Are you ok?" I asked, finding slightly more courage than my previous offering suggested.
"Yes" she replied slightly curtly as though she blatantly wasn't and I should be capable of fathoming thus.
"Aren't you cold? Do you have a coat? What are you doing out here at this time?" I offered in a bombardment of confused prodding.
"I'm fine thank you" she sighed, the sweetness returning to her voice. "My Sister will be here soon and my mum and dad are on their way".
"Well what time are they returning?" I asked, my concerns and un-ease growing greater by the second.
"Eight", the curt tone returning in her confident little voice.
"Do you want to come inside to warm up?" I asked, chastising myself for how this may appear to any potential onlooker, what with me offering a young girl into my house.
"No thank you" she sung slightly tauntingly in a ner ner ner neeeer ner melody.
"Ok well if you get cold, we are at number four" I offered, returning to my present state of pitiful and turning tail to head into the house.
On my way back to the house I nervously glanced over to see if she was still sat there. She was, her hair still betraying the fact that she was looking at me. I re-iterated the conversation to my wife and son, who listened, still slightly un-nerved. Gathering the last remaining morsel of a nerve I had left I ran upstairs to look at the street where she was sat only a few seconds before. The street was completely deserted, the only movement being the thumping of next doors' slightly loose fence panel in the light breeze.
The girl was gone. The house she had been sat outside remained deserted and dark. I looked back just after eight o clock in the hope I would see a car pull up and unleash the elusive sister, dad or mum. No one came all night. There were no cars there this morning.
Strange but true.
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We were returning from dropping our eldest son off at kickboxing and as we exited the vehicle my youngest pointed down the street and asked "is she real"? In the misty darkness a chill ran down my spine as I followed his pointing finger to a position underneath a street lamp. Barely visible was the outline of something, crouched half on the curb, half in the road. We locked the car and slowly edged forward, united as an apprehensive, cowardly throng.
As we moved closer I could tell that it was a youngish girl sat on the curb, staring straight down at the floor, the outline of her hair tumbling darkly over her obscured face. Needless to say at this point, I felt that my wife and son could be in potential danger and I ushered them back into the sanctuary of indoors, which they willingly undertook. I approached the shadow-like figure and whimpered "hello" in the pathetic, pitiful tone of a teenage boy who's voice was breaking in the midst of a horror film. Correcting myself and mustering what little testosterone I had left in me, I cleared my throat and re-iterated "hello?" in the most authoritative, business-like affront I could muster.
The "girl" slowly raised her head to look at me. I could see the outline of her hair in such a way that she must have been looking at me but I could make out no facial features, despite the generous lashings of light from the street-light that shone on her from above.
"Hello" she uttered in a sweet voice.
"Are you ok?" I asked, finding slightly more courage than my previous offering suggested.
"Yes" she replied slightly curtly as though she blatantly wasn't and I should be capable of fathoming thus.
"Aren't you cold? Do you have a coat? What are you doing out here at this time?" I offered in a bombardment of confused prodding.
"I'm fine thank you" she sighed, the sweetness returning to her voice. "My Sister will be here soon and my mum and dad are on their way".
"Well what time are they returning?" I asked, my concerns and un-ease growing greater by the second.
"Eight", the curt tone returning in her confident little voice.
"Do you want to come inside to warm up?" I asked, chastising myself for how this may appear to any potential onlooker, what with me offering a young girl into my house.
"No thank you" she sung slightly tauntingly in a ner ner ner neeeer ner melody.
"Ok well if you get cold, we are at number four" I offered, returning to my present state of pitiful and turning tail to head into the house.
On my way back to the house I nervously glanced over to see if she was still sat there. She was, her hair still betraying the fact that she was looking at me. I re-iterated the conversation to my wife and son, who listened, still slightly un-nerved. Gathering the last remaining morsel of a nerve I had left I ran upstairs to look at the street where she was sat only a few seconds before. The street was completely deserted, the only movement being the thumping of next doors' slightly loose fence panel in the light breeze.
The girl was gone. The house she had been sat outside remained deserted and dark. I looked back just after eight o clock in the hope I would see a car pull up and unleash the elusive sister, dad or mum. No one came all night. There were no cars there this morning.
Strange but true.
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