Toys In The Attic.Let me start by saying a little about myself. I am a normal, run-of the mill, skeptical person. I believe there are things we don’t know about but until this event I hadn’t previously experienced anything that led me to believe in the supernatural.
The story starts one winter with a phone call from some close friends of mine. They had finally got the house they were after. It comprised of two cottages that had been knocked through to make one larger house. Moreover, It was located in the beautiful Cotswold area of England. They were understandably delighted as they had been looking for such a house for a few years.
That following summer I had arranged to go down and see them in their new home and set off with great anticipation.
The satnav took me to a picturesque cottage nestled in the cotswold hills. I stepped out the car to be greeted by my friends. We chatted and I handed over the bottle of bubbly as we went inside. It was an old house, with original flagstones on the floor. Parts of it dated back to the sixteenth century, moreover the oak beams in the cottage had most likely been taken from a ship so parts of it probably predated the European discovery of the Americas.
Sometimes you get a funny feeling from house, you walk in and it doesn’t feel right. Well this, for me was one of those houses. I put it down to the low beams in the house and the fact it was old house.
It was a beautiful day and we went out for a walk returning for a barbeque in the garden. We retired indoors when the air was chill and sat around talking and laughing. I had a couple of beers with my food and then a whisky or two but I was far from drunk as I went to bed.
The room I was staying in was built up in the loft. There was a an old narrow staircase spiraling round to the room. I settled down as best I could. The atmosphere was oppressive. I have never felt anything like it before and I have slept in a few strange places!
There was a kind of darkness, a cool, a tension. I can’t really explain it. I just knew I did not like sleeping here. After a eternity of tossing and turning I must have dozed off.
I heard something through my sleep. It sounded like a scraping. I woke myself up and looked at my phone. It was 3.24 am. Old houses make noises, I tried to settle down but I felt something. A kind of weight on the bed. My eye peered into to the dark. There was nothing there.
Suddenly I woke up with my heart pounding. I heard a childs voice. I could not make out what they were saying, the language and accent was unfamiliar. I put the bedside lamp on and looked around the room. There was no radio, my phone was ok and when I listened down the stairs there was nothing coming from below.
I went back to bed feeling very uneasy. I shut my eyes and tried to sleep. Suddenly I felt something brush against my arm. I opened my eyes and saw a figure of a girl running down stairs. She was dressed in old clothes, very old, it look like something from the MIddle ages.
I was sweating and quite frankly terrified. I rationalised it that it was a dream. Sleep paralysis anything. The rest of the night passed by uneventfully. It was summer and the dawn arrived early. The light of day made it seem safer so I could rest.
At breakfast I was tired. I said nothing about my adventures and made excuses as to my poor sleep. Later that day I thanked them for their hospitality and left.
We met a few times but I never stopped over. I never told them anything of my adventure.
Then, one day out the blue my friend phoned. He told me they were opening up the loft space in the house to put another bedroom in and the workmen found a wooden doll that had hidden in a cavity under the roof beams. It was very old possibly hundreds of years old and a remnant from the early days of the house!
I almost dropped the phone. They suggested it belong to a girl who died and the parents hid the doll away. I cold shiver ran down my spine as I remembered that night.
Recently my friend has phoned and specifically asked if noticed anything strange in that room when I stayed over, as a couple of other friends who had slept in it had.. and he laughed.. ‘thought it was haunted’
I told him my story. There was silence on the other end of the line.