My father used to tell me his strange encounters with the the dead , how he had survived a tall ghost who tried to beat him on a highway and he had to drive his motorbike through his legs, i don’t know if it was any truth or not . I grew up in a village surrounded by thick jungle and heard stories of ‘ she got possesed, he saw a ghost , that house is haunted , there is a ghost on that hill stuff like that’ but i never experienced anything personally. But last night i did..
My wife , Drooley was asleep, AJ got up at 3am and started to cry. No matter what i did to comfort him , he was inconsolable, these days for some ‘strange reason’ he keeps staring at the wall next to the window, at times he cries , but most of the times laughs staring at the wall, Me and Drooley are thinking that it must be some kind of friendly poltergiest , Casper or something.
anyway back to the story, he was looking at the wall and crying bitterly , so i thought of changing place, so took him to the hall , put him on the sofa, sat next to him on the floor and dozed off, must have slept for couple of minutes and suddenly i heard huge footsteps and i woke up to see a figure in ‘white dress’ with hair scattered on its face rushing towards me in lightining speed , just the stuff shown on ‘Evid Dead’ and i screamed Maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaiii ( mother)… And the figure came closer , caught hold of my shoulder…..shook my shoulder
It was the Droolster….
When i dozed off, AJ was crying and she heard his cry from the bedroom ( and i didn’t :D) so she came running to the hall , and she was wearning a white night dress .. it all happened so fast,sooo fast, it beat the living shit out of me,
Anyhoo… It was not a pleasent scene to face the ‘Drool monster’ in the morning … So embarassing.
Well to be honest , here is a confession ( to self) ” i am not as brave as i thought i used to be.”