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The Overnight Visit I had just arrived in time for dinner when I drove up to the old house. Elizabeth had been given the hotel in her great aunt's will. She had invited me and two of our friends Anne and Paul, to come over for a barbecue and to stay the night. Elizabeth rang me on the way saying that it was going to rain so we would have to have the barbecue inside, under the grill. The house had grey stonework on the front. At the side you could see very old bricks, concealed by thin wiry branches of some kind of climber that had grown almost to the moss-covered roof. I remember thinking how strange it was that the climber hadn't got any leaves on it in the middle of spring. I could then see that it was dead. A rusty sign hung over the door; I couldn't make out what it said, but I guessed it had the name of the hotel on it. Below it was a brand new black door. I brought out my bag from the boot. The sun was setting behind the house and everything had a pale orange glow. There was a slight bitterness in the air and I felt quite cold. I suddenly felt a few drops of rain on my face. I looked up as the clouds burst with their weight and the rain came down in buckets. The pale orange glow that everything had, turned dull and grey. I rushed to the door, fortunately Elizabeth opened it and I ran in. "I made it," I said "We almost gave up hope. Here, give me your coat." "How are you then?" I asked "Ok, awful weather. Do you want to go into the dining room, Paul and Anne are there" Elizabeth took my coat from me and disappeared into a small room at the far right end of the house. ...read more.


I got up and went to the window. The clouds were the colour of charcoal and were changing shape and texture all the time. It was getting darker now. The trees were shaking vigorously in the wind. Branches creaked as they threatened to break off. Elizabeth returned from the kitchen with dessert. "Summer fruits with ice-cream" she announced. When we had finished we decided to play scrabble in the drawing room. Elizabeth made hot chocolate for us. We all took a mug and wandered into the dining room. I entered the dining room first, momentarily stopping just inside the doorway to take a sip of the hot chocolate. "Ugh! Yuk," The milk in it was sour. "What is it"? Anne asked " This milk...ugh! Its sour" "It can't be, mines fine." Elizabeth said Paul and Anne agreed. "Well it's very strange. I put exactly the same milk in yours!" "I'll get you another one." We sat down, as we set the scrabble game up, Elizabeth returned. She handed me another drink. "Thanks... Yes it's fine. I wonder why the milk was off in the other one?" "It might have been at the bottom of the bottle" That didn't really explain why it was sour, because if the bottom was off, surely the rest would be as well. The rain and wind turned into a thunderstorm as we carried on playing scrabble. We were busy talking when suddenly with out any warning the lights went off. "Don't worry its just a power cut, I'll get some candle from the kitchen" Elizabeth reassured us. A very small amount of light was coming from the moon, and from the occasional lightning flash. Paul said he was going to help Elizabeth find candles so he went and followed her. We suddenly heard a small bump followed by an "ahh!" from Paul. He called out to us that he had tripped on something. ...read more.


However everything was going to unfold. "The house has a 'priest hole'. It's in the floor, in the hall." "I think I saw it. I felt a handle under the carpet" "You did? Oh. Well then that is probably what you felt" "So then about this priest hole?" I asked "There was a priest down there, the old women who lived they're kept him in there. With the door locked" "Have you been down there"? I asked "No, not after what I heard. Anyway, the old lady that lived there had a bed-ridden husband who she nursed day and night. He lived in the locked room for about nineteen years!" "What happened to him?" "I don't know, he just lost the use of his body. He couldn't even feed himself!" "Oh! That's awful," I said "I know. It must have been. Anyway the old women slept downstairs in the drawing room" "Why didn't she sleep in an upstairs bedroom?" "I don't know? One night the old women went to bed as usual after saying goodnight to her husband and the priest" "What happened?" "She died! She was fairly old and just passed away during the night. The old man upstairs and the priest in the hole were left to starve to death" "Oh no! That is horrible" "It was months before someone came to the house to discover two dead people!" "There were three" "They didn't find the priest for about fifty years" I felt sick that I had stayed in a house where all this had happened. "People have reported hearing sounds like we did. Some people have walked past the woods at different times of days and have heard weeping" Everything slotted into place. "weeping widow woods, that's why it's called that?" "yes people said they have heard a women crying after her husband and the priest" "What are you going to do with the house now?" I asked "To be honest I don't know, I just never want to set foot inside there again!" I agreed ?? ?? ?? ?? I ...read more.

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