Post by Rowan on Nov 10, 2006 19:43:16 GMT -5
Where i was brought up is a seaside suburb called Ringsend in Dublin .Its built on reclaimed land mostly and there are so many local ghosts that almost every has a story to tell.
We moved to a new housing estate when i was 6 and my brother johno was 2 into these newly built 3 bedroom houses beside a large park.
Both my perants drank heavily and spent a lot of nights in the pub a few minutes away .
It wasnt uncommon of perants leaving the kids alone in the house , the eldest minding the youngest ,because they were less than 5 minutes away if anything should happen.
One of these nights , when i was 8 or so ,Johno and i were in bed asleep.
We shared a bed more for comfort than lack of room. we used to fall asleep chatting to one another.
My grandfather was living with us at the time but he was out too so it was just me and Johno in the home that night.
The bedroom light was off but the landing /hall light was on so it was easy enought o see around the room.
I was sleeping on the outside ,he was in at the wall.
Awakening with a fright i looked and saw the begining of fingertips reaching up from the floor , right beside the bed.. It moved gradually til it was a full arm and i was paralyzed with fear.I didnt want to see what came after that so i closed my eyes and somehow managed to burrow my way under johno while pushing him over onto the outside. Looking back i see how cowardly this was but i was just a kid and did it instinctivly .The hand was completely smooth with no wrinkles or lines, kind of like a dolls.
All the time praying franticly in my mind for God to make it go away, too afraid to open my eyes ,
I eventually fell back asleep and woke the next morning and everything was back to normal.
I told my friends about it and they still laugh and refer to it as The Rubber glove.,which makes me laugh too.
A few weeks ago , some 20 or more years later , i reminded my Ma about this and she told me about another time i woke up hysterical saying there was a man in my room and insisted for ages afterward he was still there , even with all the lights on , and both her and my dad present . She said it even freaked my Dad out ( he was a karate sensi ) so much , he brought me into bed to sleep with them because he wouldnt leave me alone in the room. I have no recollection of that incident at all .
We moved to a new housing estate when i was 6 and my brother johno was 2 into these newly built 3 bedroom houses beside a large park.
Both my perants drank heavily and spent a lot of nights in the pub a few minutes away .
It wasnt uncommon of perants leaving the kids alone in the house , the eldest minding the youngest ,because they were less than 5 minutes away if anything should happen.
One of these nights , when i was 8 or so ,Johno and i were in bed asleep.
We shared a bed more for comfort than lack of room. we used to fall asleep chatting to one another.
My grandfather was living with us at the time but he was out too so it was just me and Johno in the home that night.
The bedroom light was off but the landing /hall light was on so it was easy enought o see around the room.
I was sleeping on the outside ,he was in at the wall.
Awakening with a fright i looked and saw the begining of fingertips reaching up from the floor , right beside the bed.. It moved gradually til it was a full arm and i was paralyzed with fear.I didnt want to see what came after that so i closed my eyes and somehow managed to burrow my way under johno while pushing him over onto the outside. Looking back i see how cowardly this was but i was just a kid and did it instinctivly .The hand was completely smooth with no wrinkles or lines, kind of like a dolls.
All the time praying franticly in my mind for God to make it go away, too afraid to open my eyes ,
I eventually fell back asleep and woke the next morning and everything was back to normal.
I told my friends about it and they still laugh and refer to it as The Rubber glove.,which makes me laugh too.
A few weeks ago , some 20 or more years later , i reminded my Ma about this and she told me about another time i woke up hysterical saying there was a man in my room and insisted for ages afterward he was still there , even with all the lights on , and both her and my dad present . She said it even freaked my Dad out ( he was a karate sensi ) so much , he brought me into bed to sleep with them because he wouldnt leave me alone in the room. I have no recollection of that incident at all .