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Cambridgeshire, Earthquakes, England, Fear, Fens, Ghosts, Ghouls, Humour, Peterborough
I awake with a start and freeze under the duvet, stare wide-eyed into the darkness, my heart hammering in my chest. My bed just moved. It was exactly the same sensation that you get when a dog or cat, or something heavier jumps off the bed and it springs back to normal. I don’t have a cat, or a dog, or anything heavier that lives with me.
I lie absolutely still and hold my breath. Is whatever it was still in the room? My mind does circuits faster than a formula-one driver.
‘You imagined it!’
‘I didn’t!’
‘You must have done!’
‘I did not!’
‘What on earth could it be?’
Pictures of a hideous wolf-like creature fills my mind. Sometimes an overly active imagination is just not an asset.
‘It must be a burglar!’
‘Why would a burglar get on the bed and then jump off again?’
‘He didn’t fancy you after all?’
‘Very Funny!’
I don’t know how long I lie barely breathing, listening for the minutest sound, duvet pulled over my head. I can’t stay like this all night, sweating and terrified. Whatever it was I have to face it. I have to put the bedside light on. That means sticking my arm out into the dark and fumbling for the switch. What if it grabs my wrist! My heart bashes itself wildly against my ribs.
‘You’ve got to do it!’
‘I can’t!’
‘For heaven’s sake do it!‘
Breath held I summon all my courage and shoot my arm out, connect with the base of the lamp and flail madly for the switch. Got it! Heavenly light! I force myself to squint over the scrunched duvet, petrified of what might be staring back. Nothing! No axe-man grinning knowingly at me from the doorway. No hairy drooling beast. Relief floods through me. So what jumped off my bed?
I have to search the house. If I don’t I can’t possibly put the light off and go back to sleep. Under the bed I feel around and pull out my equalizer – the biggest screwdriver in the world. Useful at both ends, one for stabbing, one for bashing, it’s hidden away for exactly this type of situation. I quietly pull on jeans and trainers, then I methodically check every room and every cupboard upstairs. Nothing. At the top of the stairs I gird my loins and then I sing noisily all the way down. This will warn him I’m coming and give him time to escape, and I won’t have to do my best impression of Vlad the Impaler.
I flick lights on as I go. Loo – clear! Utility room – clear! Kitchen – clear! Lounge – clear! A clean sweep. And not a window pane broken or a door forced. Nobody’s here and nobody has broken in. So what in the hell jumped off my bed? A worse thought slips into my mind. What if it was a ghost? Some lost soul risen from the peat bog (I live in the fens), or some ancient jilted fen man trapped between two worlds, still seeking vengeance on his bronze-age lover! No way could I live with that! Not some sporty spirit using my bed as a nightly springboard. I’d have to move. I made a large mug of tea and stuffed two sugars in it, then I sat at the kitchen table and tried to calm down.
Bleary eyed I trudge in to work. Sleep was hopeless after I returned to bed. I’d kept waiting for the bed to go boing again. I sip my first coffee and stare vacantly at my computer screen.
My friend Julie comes over, ‘Did you feel the earthquake last night?’ she asks excitedly.
‘What?’
‘The earthquake! There was a small earthquake somewhere up north and it shook houses as far down as Peterborough!’
‘Are you serious?’
‘Yes, it was on the news this morning.’
A look of relief and then a silly grin has spread slowly across my face.
‘What?’ says Julie.
‘It means I don’t have to move house,’ I said, ‘I don’t have a ghost!’
The above is a true story. Earthquakes are exceedingly rare in England. This one really did happen in September 2000.
Playamart - Zeebra Designs said:
how funny!
we have earthquakes a lot, though last night while i was painting, there was one sudden ‘bump’ and then nothing. it felt like a bull had rammed the house! i decided that one of those huge boulders placed along the riverbank just outside my house had shifted. we’ve had heavy rains and swift currents.
i enjoyed this post!
z
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Jude said:
Thank you! Earthquakes are extremely unusual in England. It was the last thing I’d have thought of when woken up in the wee hours of the morning. I was absolutely positive something had jumped off my bed. Very scary when you live alone!
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♡eM said:
Fantastic tale! Our minds, sleeping and awake and all in between, are amazing.
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Jude said:
Thank you! A true tale and it seriously scared me to death at the time. 🙂
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lahgitana said:
oh how familiar this is–both the ghosties and the earthquake cause of same! fun!
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Jude said:
Dam scary fun at the time! Who’d have thought it – a mini earthquake in England, enough to rock your bed!
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lahgitana said:
PS. Nice illustration! hee hee!
hey, tell about your header, please!
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Jude said:
It’s a pic cropped out of a photo I took of Blenheim Palace through some trees, in Woodstock. After cropping I put it into my free photo-editor (GIMP), colourized it (made it all blue), then distorted it with something called ‘whirl & pinch’. Dead easy and took about two minutes. I was impressed at how creepy it looked.
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lahgitana said:
creepy in 2 minutes flat! <:-D
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heretherebespiders said:
I’ve never felt an earthquake! I think it would scare me even knowing what it was. With two cats, dog and hubby I wouldn’t get the screaming-heebie-jeebies like that over my bed moving. However… The thing I can work myself into a right cold sweat over is the idea that if I pull back the curtains or blinds there will be a face RIGHT THERE looking back in at me. Probably one making a horrible hideous expression, but silent! Okay now I need to go hold onto my WWI bayonet for a bit (my equaliser!)
I’d say get a cat – but you’d not lose much fear of ghosts if you’ve ever been treated to how they can sometimes stare at nothing and then freak out.
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Jude said:
I love cats, but now not on my own any more(have a hubby) and haven’t experienced an earthquake since we moved to France. I’m a bit the same way with the curtains thing too – a face peering back would have me in a cold sweat! Keep those curtains drawn and don’t peek! 🙂
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dadirri7 said:
well told jude, lots of suspense, and we have all been there in the night wondering about sounds or something else unexplainable…. i was in an earthquake near christchurch new zealand in 2011 … it certainly shook the bed, and the whole room … very unnerving!
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Jude said:
I’d have felt better if the whole bed had shaken and I’d known it was an earthquake. The scary thing was that one ‘jolt’ – just like someone had jumped off the bed – then nothing! Then my mind went mad trying to work out what it could have been! 🙂
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Mike said:
And you tell me I’M cute!!
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Jude said:
I wasn’t cute that night – my face was white and my hair was standing on end! 🙂
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happysherlock said:
Lol! Great story – lots of suspense with a wonderful twist at the end! The thought of ghosties would have freaked me out too!
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Jude said:
Thank you. Worse thought than burglars to be sure!
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Sonel said:
Images from supernatural movies came to mind when I read this. LOL! Great post and I am glad it wasn’t a big earthquake. 🙂
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Jude said:
Hey Sonel – you’re back! Lovely to see you again, and thanks for the kind comment. 🙂
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Sonel said:
I am and great to see you again too hon and you are very welcome. 🙂 *hugs*
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