Given it's the spookiest time of the year, it's only right we continue where yesterday left off.
Unlike yesterday's story, this experience occurred at my mother-in-law's house many moons ago.
There was a brief period when I had my computer set up in the garage in the winter months, which, given its poor insulation, wasn't my brightest moment. What it did have, however, was several LED beams that staved off the urge to sleep while I pounded out my freelance work in the small hours of the night.
And it worked.
I got a TONNE done during this short, intense period.
Until one morning, that was.
When everyone left the house circa 8 AM, something strange happened.
My backpack, which had sat perfectly still on the shelf for WEEKS, suddenly tipped over and spilt its contents all over the floor. There was no draught, no fans running, nothing that could explain why on God's green earth that bag toppled over the way it did.
Only me, a handful of LED lights humming overhead, and the unshakeable sense of being watched.
What did I do?
I hauled my mighty fine rear outta there, that’s what.
While spooky encounters like this happen much less since becoming a father (sleep dep and all that), there are still times I second-guess whether those creaks really are old pipes pushing water around the house.
Anyway, that's my second paranormal encounter.
Admittedly, probably not as unnerving as yesterday’s one, but no less daunting, let me tell you.
If you enjoyed these tales, then you might just enjoy my supernatural thriller duology, The Curse of Abbey Ruins. Still to this day, fan mail worms its way into my inbox every so often, saying how much they loved this two-book series, which is quite surprising given how formative my writing was then.
It just validates what countless others and I have long known:
A GOOD STORY WILL ALWAYS TRUMP GOOD WRITING.
The same is not always true in reverse.
Anyhoo, if, like me, you have no intention of opening your door to the waves of sugar fiends this week, and instead want to read something fast and creepy, then, like any good doctor, let me prescribe you the medicine:
https://djjwatsonstore.com/products/COAR
(grins sadistically)
DJJW
P.S. I've got one more story for you tomorrow. It is about something I struggled with for years and a big reason why I walked away from writing (and reading/watching) horror. Stay tuned.