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The hands

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My own  ghost story – The hands

Several years ago, I went to stay with some friends who lived in an old house in the country. I had not told them I was coming, and when I arrived, they already had other visitors.

Never mind,” said my friend Ella. “You can sleep in the small guest room. We don’t often use it, but you’ll be all right for one night.”

As we said goodnight, Ella added. “Oh, and please, lock the door before you go to bed. Otherwise it may
open by itself.”

Well I locked the door, lay down in bed, and went to sleep. During the night, I slept badly; I didn’t really know if I was asleep or awake. But suddenly, I knew I was awake. Hands were touching my face. I tried to push them away, but there was nothing. I found the light switch, and put on the light. There was no one in the room.
“It was just a dream,” I thought. And I went back to sleep.

When I woke up next morning, I got another surprise. The door, which I had shut and locked, was open!
During breakfast, I told Ella about my strange dream, and about the open door.
“You too!” she replied. “Yes, I know. that’s why we don’t often use that bedroom. It’s the blind lady!”

“What blind lady?” I asked.
“Well, you see, many years ago, the people who lived here had a daughter who was blind. That was her bedroom. She died when she was about 30. And since then, she has kept coming back to her room. She always feels the sheets, before getting into bed. Several visitors have had the same experience….. But she was a lovely girl. She has never hurt anyone.”

I felt the skin on the back of my neck go cold…. Since then, I have always believed in ghosts!

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