A couple of years ago I went to Wales for a holiday with my daughter and grandchildren. We stayed in a remote cottage, a mile from the road and without any public lighting.
On the first night I was rather tired and went to bed early but sometime about one o’clock Kim woke me to say she could hear something – something fluttering. I told her she was imagining things and that she should go back to sleep but then I heard it too. A gentle quivering high in the beams, probably a moth I reassured myself but then Kim demanded man action so I got out of bed and turned on the light. Oh My God it was a bat. A bat. A bloody bat!
It was quite happy flying about in the blacked out room but the light send it into a delirious panic and it began to swoop about the room and jump from beam to beam and Kim started to shriek.
From under the shelter of the duvet Kim kept shouting ‘get rid of it, get rid of it!’and I was doing my best but as anyone who has ever had a bat in their bedroom in the middle of the night will know this is much easier said than done. I was still half asleep and although I am in peak physical condition the creature was a whole lot faster than me. There were various suggestions ranging from catching it in a fishing net to throwing a towel over it but it was moving so quickly that all of these suggestions were completely useless.
My one and only idea was to open the window and hope that it would find its own way out and in a huge slice of good fortune that is exactly what happened and it suddenly disappeared into the ink black sky.
There is a lot of folklore and old wives’ tales about bats such as:
- It’s lucky to keep a bat bone in your clothes.
- Keeping the right eye of a bat in your waistcoat will make you invisible
- Carrying powdered bat heart will stop a man bleeding to death
- Washing your face in the blood of a bat enables you to see in the dark.
I have to say that I like the idea of being invisible!
It is also said that a bat in the house means that it is haunted and the ghost has let it in…
The following night I stayed up a little later but shortly after Kim had gone to bed I said goodnight to Sally and walked along the corridor to the bedrooms. Part way along someone called out “Granddad, Granddad, Granddad” three times and assuming it was one of the three children I went to their bedrooms and asked who was calling me – all three were fast asleep, very fast asleep. I went back to Sally and asked if she was trying to trick me but she denied it. I went back to the children and in the corridor passed a cold spot that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand out like porcupine quills.
This was a “Blair Witch Project” moment. Let me remind you that this cottage was very, very remote, a mile from the nearest road and the night was as black as tar. It was a ghost, believe me it was a ghost. Do you remember my story about the bat and how if they fly into a house it is because they are haunted and the ghost lets them in?
I was scared, Sally was scared but Kim wasn’t scared and told us not to be silly and just go to bed.
All was fine until about one o’clock in the morning when I had a tapping noise that woke me up. I heard footsteps downstairs and thought one of the children must be walking about so I went to investigate. In the corridor I heard soft and measured footsteps in front of me, the voice said “Granddad” and as I followed into the black treacle darkness I said, “who’s there, who’s there?” but when I checked the bedrooms Sally and all of the children were all still fast asleep, very fast asleep. As I turned to leave something cold brushed past me like a floating whisper and touched me on the cheek.
I was scared, very scared! I put all of the downstairs lights on and fled back to bed, closed the children’s bedroom door, closed our bedroom door (as though that would make a difference) and pulled the duvet up under my chin and listened while the footsteps and the bumping noises continued.
This has happened to me before. Once in a remote Posada in Santillana del Mar in Spain we were left alone for the night, there was no one else there and we both heard something walk along the corridor outside our room and stop for a moment outside of our door. Even Kim agrees with that ghost story.
You may not believe me either but in the morning there was another spooky thing when I discovered fish heads and crab claws in a neat pile on the roof of my car and I have absolutely no explanation for that unless it was some form of Druid exorcism.
Let me tell you as well that on every one of the next few nights I woke in the early hours and never once did I hear another noise in that house and I never felt the cold spot again.
Also in the morning the owner of the cottage came to see us and we asked the question about the haunting. Very quickly she denied it and said that we were being silly but we all thought that she was just a little too quick to make the denial.
Have you ever stayed in a haunted house or seen a ghost?
I don’t quite understand why folks are afraid of bats. They’re really good to have around. They eat lots of bugs. We even put up a bat house to encourage them down at the Creek House and they took up residence there. I did have an occasion when a bat somehow got into our utility room years ago and I close both doors, opened the window and the bat quietly exited just like yours. My mom used to be hysterically afraid of them and of course the one time a bit got in, it went straight to her.
It was the speed of the thing that was scary but I guess it was always going to find a way out through an open window!
No way am I going to accept an invitation to share an isolated little cottage with you and your family!
There was no extra charge for the haunting by the way!
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I trust the fish heads were dry or smoked 🙂
It was odd, 30 miles from the sea so I couldn’t blame gulls, just a neat pile of fish remains on the roof of my car!
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Odd indeed 🙂
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I think the fish heads and crab claws are most likely somebody putting a curse on you. A risky business, because a lot of magic like that comes back to injure the person releasing it.
I hadn’t considered the theory of a curse before. Welsh Nationalists perhaps?
“floating whisper”? Isn’t that a fishing line?
Ha Ha, maybe!
Bats are ugly and scary. Cold spots, voices, and fish heads are a warning you’re in a haunted house. Hahaha
Wouldn’t trade place with you for nothing. 😀 😛
I love the description of you bat hunting, Andrew. 🙂 Not quite so taken with the ghostly activities. I’m happy to say I’ve never had a haunting experience.
Well, it is all probably in the imagination . Or a wine bottle!
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I like your ghost story, Andrew. And it is very appropriately scary. Much scarier than mine, other than the time my dead father started turning on lights and faucets shortly after he had died.In your situation, I would have packed up the wife and kids and been out of there. –Curt
My granddaughter went through a spell of ‘seeing people’ when she was about 2. One day she announced that her great granddad was in the room and sitting next to his wife. She might have seen photographs of course but she described him perfectly. On another occasion on a visit she told me that there were a lot of people in the house but not to worry because they were nice people. She seems to have stopped seeing these people now.
Like you I am certain my dad pops around now and again. Last year I was listening to an important football match on the radio, it was near the end and our team was winning. I couldn’t bear the tension so turned it off. Immediately the lights flickered and dimmed. I said “Is that you dad, do you want the radio back on?” I turned it back on and the lights returned to normal. Spooky. Our team won the match by the way!
Spooky… I had fond my father dead in his apartment and was cleaning the place a few days later when the lights and faucet started doing their thing, Andrew. I left. –Curt
I doubt your father meant to frighten you Curt. Just communication!
Absolutely, Andrew. That night, just before I fell asleep, I heard his voice in my head say, “I’m okay, Curt.” And then I saw the white tunnel thing. I like to believe he was at peace and headed off to wherever he was going. –Curt
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Wow, Andrew, I’d have been out of that cottage after the bat incident. I’ve never stayed in a haunted cottage or hotel, but I did once wake up and see something sat on the end of my bed. I threw my pillow at it and it disappeared. All I remember was a white foggy figure. A few years later, the Landlord (who also lived in the house) died, and his parents told me that they believed the house was haunted. They said that a woman had been dragged from the first room on the first floor (there were three floors), and thrown down the stairs by a figure that only visited on foggy nights! Can you guess which room was my room? I don’t think they were joking with me considering their son had just passed away, but it’s one of very few things that have really frightened me.
It’s very strange how we seem to think that pulling a duvet up to our neck (or even over our head) is somehow going to make everything nice again. Maybe ghosts can’t pull back the covers?
If a ghost wants to have a bit of fun there is nothing you can do about it Hugh!
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True, but I always thought they wanted to scare you rather than have fun. Maybe, though, that’s what fun to them is?
I have definitely felt “presences” Andrew and our elder little granddaughter is always talking about people she “sees”. It can get quite spooky sometimes as she looks startled and grabs you for comfort! She described her late great granddad in perfect detail even though he died before she was born and even more remarkble gave a perfect account of the tragic car accident that took his life even though none of us have ever discussed it in front of her let alone with her. The younger granddaughter also started laughing and chatting to someone apparently on the ceiling one day and then said out loud “great grandad”! If it was Monsieur’s late dad he used to joke around with our kids a lot or it could havd been our son in law’s Pop who passed away a few years back! Apparently this stuff is natural to small kids but they soon learn older people are shocked so learn to switch off their 6th senses. A few people remain open to it and become mediums etc or learn to use the gift wisely in their own lives. Burning sage and frankincense are supposed to help if you have an unwanted presence!
Just like my granddaughter. In that cottage in Wales I asked if she had seen anyone and she said no she hadn’t. She had either lost the gift or was keeping it to herself.
I don’t mind my dad hanging around my house so I won’t discourage him!
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