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31/10/06 (138 review reads) |
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When I was a little girl I used to love listening to ghost stories, that is, up until Halloween 1978 when I ended up in the middle of one. Whether the date had anything to do with what happened I'll never know, although many people believe that at this time the dead are able to cross into the world of the living. Maybe they can also take us back with them.
It was half term and I was walking up the road by the local playing fields with my mate Paul. We were looking forward to that night when a few of the local kids were coming round to my house for 'bob apple' and general fun and games, we didn't know about trick or treat in those days. The twins Jimmy and John Roberts were up there kicking a ball about. "It's the sissy boy!" Yelled Jimmy, " Out playing with the girlies again?". They were always having a go at Paul because he wasn't interested in football and often hung around with girls. He was quite scared of the twins who had a reputation for being hard, but you'd never get him to admit it. He went a bit red in the face and walked on, ignoring them, hands in pockets. Jimmy started shouting more abuse at him.
"Get lost!" I shouted, at which Jimmy booted their football toward me, I dodged, but it hit Paul smack on the side of his head. The twins howled, but Paul had grabbed the ball and started to run. It was the only time I ever saw him do anything that approached fighting back. I legged it after him with the twins following and shouting at us. 'Quick! Into the C.A!', I shouted and he took a right into the grounds of the derelict building where we knew of a good hiding place.
Attached to the side of the old Community Association building was a tunnel at basement level. We'd been down there before with a few others, it got narrower and lower the further you went in until it became pitch black and you couldn't see any further. We had no idea what it was for, but we used to dare each other to go further in in. No-one had gone much past the point where you had to start crawling. Today though there was no stopping Paul, and I followed him in without thinking. We could hear the twins swearing loudly behind us as they stumbled over bits of brick and rubbish. "You won't get away now" shouted Jimmy, 'The sissys gonna get a hiding', laughed John, I could hear the glee in his voice and was cursing myself for being so stupid as to suggest coming down here. We were trapped. The light which came through holes in the roof was behind us now and I could barely see. I could just make out the bottom of Pauls white trainers as he got down onto his hands and knees and started shuffling further and further into the darkness. We kept going in silence, keeping our energy for getting as far away from the twins as we could. The football had been dropped at the tunnel entrance and I hoped that meant the twins would give up. I was concentrating so hard on just moving in this tiny space that it took me a few minutes to realise I couldn't hear Paul moving any more. I shouted his name but he didn't answer. I strained my eyes but I couldn't see at all, and it was very, very quiet. Then I heard a low whisper, it sounded like a girls voice; 'you came back!'. I'm ashamed to admit I got out of there with as much speed as I could. At the entrance, the twins were waiting. They didn't believe me at first and were determined to wait for Paul to come back out. I ran home to get help, but it was too late. The emergency services ended up pulling the tunnel apart and our village was on the tv news for a few days until they lost interest and went on to cover the next story. No trace of Paul was ever found. And no trace of whoever it was that whispered in the darkness; 'you came back'.
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