Come Home

david hobbs · Come Home

Saturday night was the busiest night of the week for us taxi drivers and our earnings depended on working flat out, all night if needs be, so when I was called on the cab radio and told “Baker 4 can you return home your wife is distressed” I new that something was very wrong. I headed home as soon as I had dropped my fare off and as I pulled up outside I was alarmed to see the house in total darkness. As I opened the front door and walked in I looked into the darkened sitting room to my left and saw my wife sitting on the floor by the front window. “What’s happened I asked”?

Her voice was shaky as she replied that she had heard footsteps up and down the stairs and that she could hear the light switch in the kitchen being flicked on and off and the sound of laboured breathing outside in the hallway. This was another in a long line of disquieting incidents that we had been experiencing in our new home and although I was a little annoyed at being called back on the busiest night of the week I could tell that she was very frightened indeed and would not have called me back on a whim, so I sat down and said a bit lamely that there must be a logical explanation for what she was hearing.
A rattling sound made me look up at the ceiling and then another over by the hallway. “It’s the central heating I said”. It was obvious to me that the sound was made by an air lock in the heating system. There it is again, it’s definitely the central heating. What about the footsteps and the breathing she asked. Ignoring her question I said “tell you what”. I will go into the kitchen and turn off the heating and I bet it stops. Do you really think that’s it she asked sounding hopeful? Absolutely I replied trying to sound positive but inside praying that I had found the answer. I went into the kitchen and looked at the ageing boiler standing in the corner of the room. I turned off all of the switches and as an after thought I walked back and pulled the mains plug out of the wall. That should do it I told myself. Returning to the sitting room I made myself comfortable on the settee. No more sounds, no more knocking. Five minutes had passed and I felt the room becoming chilly. There you are it was the heating all of the time. I had better turn it back on it’s getting a bit cold in here I said walking toward the door. I stopped in the doorway and said again “you see nothing wrong it’s just the central heating”. Truth is that I was relieved because I had been hearing footsteps and light switches being flicked ever since we had moved into the house six months before, and now I had found the explanation.
I stopped dead in my tracks as I entered the kitchen. The boiler was off but the plug that I had removed and placed so carefully on the floor was back in its wall socket. At times like that you begin to doubt your sanity and I even told myself that perhaps I had not removed the plug after all. But I had. I did not tell my wife what had happened but resolved that my next move was going to be in the direction of the Spiritualist Church as soon as I could and get this matter looked into by people who deal with haunting. I was becoming desperate.
A few days later I was shopping down the high street. I looked up and there was my next door neighbour. We chatted briefly and I took the opportunity to ask if she knew anything about the history of my new house. “Oh you mean the ghost she said matter of factly”. “You know about that I asked” Yes I do. The old lady who lived there before you said that it was company for her”. With that she walked off saying that she had to collect the kids from school. I felt a bit like the deceived husband who is always the last to know. These were just some of the incidents out of the many that we experienced in that house but they stood me in good stead later in life when I was called upon to sort out other peoples paranormal problems.

Bravo

Whos story is that?

Yours?

david hobbs

Bravo

Thanks for sharing the story.

You know, there is a book in you. I'd buy it.

david hobbs

I have written 20,000 words so far and not scratchedthe surface, and I also realised that a book has to make a point. I have taken the last six months thinking about it and I have decided that I know what point I want o make now, so I must get typing again. The words need playing with too if it isn't to sound as though it were written by a six year old. I am sadly lacking in formal education.

Oh, and Im lazy!

Raymond

I think the most important thing in a book is that it should sound like the person who wrote it.
I have read autobiographies by famous people and you can tell it wasn't written by them because they use words and phrases that you know they would never use in everyday speech.
I intend to write a book at some point in the future about my adventures in witchcraft and even though I intend it to be a serious book about a serious subject it will most probably be quite a funny read because a lot of my conversation has a lot of wit and humour quite naturally.

david hobbs

david hobbs

Tell you what

How about putting a sample on here.

I bet it will make interesting reading.

wackyjacky

I'd love to read a book by both of you and I totally agree with you Raymond, it has to sound like the person that wrote it. Get typing the pair of ya!!

david hobbs

Making it sound like yourself is a thought.

Thing is I have no idea what I sound like.

I don't think many people do.

don't mean the intonation etc but rather the character of the person.

It made sense before I typed it

wackyjacky

I think when typing of your experiences, you should type as you talk. So, if you were telling someone the story verbally, then try to have that come across in your writings. Typing as you would talk will hopefully put over the type of character that you are.

billy nomates

told you before......

you need a GHOST witer!!!!! Big Grin

question...........how did a ghost or diana manifest things in this dimension?

david hobbs

billy nomates

in your other story you said that diana sent you and magi a flower..

how?

Raymond

If any of us knew that we'd be millionaires!

billy nomates

let's find out quick!

i am p.....d off with being skint........

david hobbs

david hobbs

I take it that you want to produce money in the way that the rose was produced.

Thing is it is a two way process.

First you have to look and listen to the input and then you have to do what ever the input requires.

Not for yourself but for what ever it is that shows you the way. Call it the Superconcious if you like, or God even.

When you do that, lose self that is, things just seem to fall into place.