A Chilling Scary Story Authored Whilst On Holiday In Majorca

Posted by admin on January 24, 2012 under Kids and Teens | Comments are off for this article

I’d only obtained the keys to the home 2 days ago, and after generating rash arrangements with a local removals company, I had moved into my new home close to other villas in Majorca within forty-eight hours. The other day had been bedlam, with me directing the position of my few furniture pieces to their various new locations, and finally my room being left with a variety of containers still to be unpacked.

Sleeping in a strange house is usually a daunting job for most people, yet in some way I had succeeded in falling into a slight slumber. The sound that had awakened me from my light sleep was disturbing to say the least. I dismissed the idea that it had been brought on by a few small containers falling over due to some unbalancing, for the sound was that of a heavy piece of furniture being pushed across the ground, and then of cupboard doors being flung open in the kitchen space.

My very first thoughts were to phone law enforcement instantly, however I remembered that I had left my mobile phone in the car, which was now safely locked in the garage below. You usually guffaw if you notice these things occurring on films how could they forget the mobile phone. However this was real life, and it was happening to me.

I quietly opened the bedroom window and looked down on a empty path. What else had I hoped to see at four o’clock in the morning, an avenue thronged with people. I tinkered with the thought of sneaking downstairs and facing the intruder, but I am a bit of a coward, so I settled on securely locking the bedroom door and placing a stout chair underneath the handle.

There right now, I had simply to await daylight, or at least the appearance of someone in the road beneath whom I could enlist in calling the Police. As things ended up I had no time to wait for help, the door to my room had been intentionally forced. Something on the other side was snarling with the effort of trying to move the strong desk chair which was the one thing between myself and whatever it was on the other side. I admit, I was filled up with fearfulness and scared witless at the thought of what might be there on my master bedroom landing. I was undecided as to whether to stay quiet, or to yell my head off in the hope of waking others in the avenue. Surely someone would take note of my yowls.

My throat was dry and I realized that I had not inhaled for a long period. My cardiovascular system was beating like a drum within my chest area. Please someone, please make it disappear. My vivid imagination was conjuring all manner of images for what was desperately trying to get into my bedroom. I felt faint and helpless rather like a small kid when confronted by a large ferocious canine. Exactly what could I do. What could I use to defend myself against such an wicked foe. Everything in the room was worthless as a means of defence, and I could not imagine a cushion being considered as a high risk weapon.

An abrupt loud beat on the front door brought me suddenly to reality. I opened my eyes to find it was broad daylight. I looked at the bedroom door the chair was still there serving as a defence against the mysterious horror of earlier. Again came the banging at the front entrance, so I quickly put on my dressing gown and stumbled down the stairway. I was shocked to find two police officers standing there. These folks were making enquiries about a prisoner who was at large after getting out from a nearby mental establishment. Had I heard any disorder during the night. Must i relate my evening of terror to them, or simply forget it. I made a decision to do just that. I made a cup of steaming fresh coffee and ambled into the car port to retrieve my mobile phone from the front seat of my vehicle. As I did so I became aware of an abrupt movement behind me, and a big pair of gruesome hands shut tightly around my neck.

If perhaps I’d never left my mobile phone in the vehicle.