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Fact can be stranger than fiction
As I decided to lock up for the night I reflected on being home alone. As an being home alone was no big deal but that did not stop me hating it. During daylight hours it was quite nice as I was able to do as I pleased, when it pleased, so what was there to dislike?
Night of course was a different matter.
I may pride myself on not being superstitious but it is easy to forget that as dusk turns to blackest night. "Halloween is just kids nonsense" is easy to believe at ten in the morning but perhaps not after midnight in a creaky old house.
The wind howled outside our home, this chilly and blustery Halloween, making branches tap at my window and the fallen leaves rustle as if being walked upon. Home Alone was bad enough but a whole night alone after being married for so many years was a dismal prospect.
I pulled the covers up further to keep out the cold night air.
The ancient boiler had decided to give up the ghost this Halloween and of course it had to be a particularly cold night.
Then I heard the ghostly wail. It started low and distant but came ever increasingly nearer sounding more painful and pitiful. Somehow it scared me half to death. The hollow sound gave me shivers, not in the least related to the weather.
Pulling on my old baggy cardigan I did what we all think so foolish and unbelievable in the Movies. I gingerly made my way to the top of the stairs and decided to investigate. After all I would have no peace until I discovered the source of the noise.
The sound drew ever closer sending more creepy shivers down my spine. In fact it sent shivers to every part of my body and it was not a pleasurable experience. Apprehension pushed my adrenalin through the roof as I prepared to fight or flee.
Inching my way along I realized it was not going to be my night. The ceiling light briefly lit up the huge hall and then pinged into oblivion. What a time for a ten-year-life light-bulb to decide to pop.
Yet there was no going back.
Slowly I edged my way down our winding staircase. Through the open door at the bottom I glimpsed a strange shape in the downstairs room. It seemed bulky, large and alien to me. As the sweat now poured out of me, in spite of the freezing cold, the howling from whatever-it-was increased.
There was a rustle as the shape moved forward apparently nodding its head.
I took on fell swoop at the downstairs light and flicked it on as the hairs on my body stood on end.
A neighbours cat had entered our home through our rear door cat flap and was trying its best to woo Polly. She, Polly, had jumped onto the airing clothes, hanging on my old clothes drier making it wobble.
Polly formed the "head" of the ‘Halloween monster’ with the swinging clothes and the drier supplying the mysterious shape of an apparent intruder.
What was such a sinister and ghostly howl was the tomcat’s cry of passion and affection.
You have to laugh don't you, or else you would cry?
Happy Halloween all.