Ghostbusters? Who ya gonna call? Not me…

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Ghostbusters? Who ya gonna call? Not me…
Topic Started: Apr 19 2009, 10:25 PM (51 Views)
XNavyGunner	Apr 19 2009, 10:25 PM Post #1
Gunner Posts: 11,684 Group: Global Moderators Member #89 Joined: Sep 5 2006 Gender Male	A knee-knocking night in a haunted house in Bathurst turned into a letdown this week when the ghost of a pregnant dead nun avoided jittery journalist David Macgregor IT WAS a dark and stormy night… moooohahahaha . With the warning from my cartoon-addicted 11-year-old son still ringing in my ears, I pulled the bedcovers up to my eyeballs and waited for the action to begin. Creak, tap-tap…. Invited by avid ghostbuster Marilyn Michau to spend a night in her refurbished church rectory in Bathurst, it was around about then that I started seriously regretting hearing about the satanic relics found under the floor of my bedroom, foul odours and exorcisms in the “haunted house”. Creak, tap-tap…. Whattheheck? The evening started with a pleasant evening meal in the kitchen of the 1820 Settler home, but soon took a sinister turn when Marilyn said: “She is here….” “What? Who?” I blurted it out as all the colour drained from my well-tanned face. “The spirit of the dead ghost,” Marilyn calmly explained. Whooooa…. She had, she explained, done a “pendulum ritual” with a bag of what looked like semi-precious stones; I could not help noticing the tarot cards on the table next to local journalist Jon Houzet. Roped in to accompany me – because my wife was too scared – I was happy Houzet was a year or two my junior, knowing the ghost of the dead nun preferred picking on “younger men”. “Anyway, I think I am going to bed,” Marilyn yawned – before saying: “Just shout if you need me.” Promising to leave a few lights on – at my insistence – Marilyn retired to her bedroom. Mellowed after a few double gin and tonics, I started wishing I had avoided Ernest Hemingway’s favourite tipple – and sucked on a few sleeping tablets instead. Moooohahahaha…. Choosing the room with the “most activity”, Houzet – a church- going Christian like Marilyn – soon started yawning. I walked spaghetti-legged up the beautifully restored wooden stairs to the second floor rooms – metres from the closet where the pregnant nun hanged herself 140 years ago – and started smelling a “foul odour”. Still rattled by an earlier SMS from a surf buddy who cryptically asked/warned: “Are the children all right…”, I started seriously thinking about getting in the car and going home. With everybody else oblivious to the “smell”, I spent 10 minutes watching Houzet brushing his teeth, before he turned off the light and chased me away. “At least the passage light is on,” I thought aloud. Leaving the bedroom door, which had an ancient key in the lock, wide open – so the ghost could not lock herself in with me – my mind started thinking dark and deep thoughts. And when a “mystery wind” fluttered the drapes, I gingerly got out of bed to check all the doors and windows were open. OK…. But as I got back into into bed, I realised that throwing the duvet to one side had created the draught that moved the curtains. Phew…. Marilyn, a successful businesswoman in Johannesburg – she also rescues child prostitutes, conducts exotic weddings all over the world and does exorcisms – plans to turn the stately Settler home into a writers’ retreat. “Genius,” I thought – especially if you want to write a horror story in a district that allegedly boasts more ghosts than living residents. Creak tap-tap… whatwasthat? Sleeping fitfully, with an ear and eye wide open, I was relieved to finally see daylight and not meet any of the ghosts. “Your very loud snoring last night probably scared her off,” an equally relieved Houzet quipped, as we waved goodbye to Marilyn. Source



Ella	Apr 20 2009, 05:07 PM Post #2
Sweet Goddess Posts: 661 Group: Members Member #2 Joined: May 24 2006	Sounds like a creepy place to visit. Bathurst is about 2hrs from here.



XNavyGunner	Apr 20 2009, 06:28 PM Post #3
Gunner Posts: 11,684 Group: Global Moderators Member #89 Joined: Sep 5 2006 Gender Male	So are ya gonna visit?



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