| LOST CHILD IN A RENTED ROOM |
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It was quite a sunny day when I got the frantic call from a friend. Nancy* telephoned me just as I was lazing on my balcony with a long, cool drink in one hand and a chick-lit book in the other. �Please come!� was the last few words she mumbled before putting down the phone. Nancy had not long found new digs - a bed-sit not far from me. She had lost everything she owned after a very bad break-up from a violent man. This man had been so violent that he had beaten Nancy when she was pregnant� her child lived for only a few moments after birth, before dying in Nancy�s arms. But she was healing� and this new bed-sit was part of her new start. It was a big house - nicely laid out with spacious, clean rooms. I got to the house at around midday� and Nancy ushered me into her room to meet another friend of hers - Michaela*. |
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| * ALL NAMES HAVE BEEN CHANGED |
| �Watch� was all that Nancy said as she guided me to sit on the bed tucked away in the corner of the room and scattered with huge cushions.
Nancy walked over to the large television sat diagonally opposite the bed. There was a photo there of Nancy�s little baby who had died. She moved the photo a few inches to the right� and then let go. The picture just stood there for a few moments� before slowly sliding left until it returned to its original position. I couldn�t believe my eyes. I checked behind the television, picked up the photo-frame and looked at that�nothing unusual whatsoever. I asked Nancy to do it again� �You do it� She retorted� hands on hips and quite smug at the look of shock on my face. Twice more I moved the photograph, and watched the juddery, small motions it made to return itself to where it belonged. Nancy was convinced that it was a sign� not from her little baby, but from someone or something else in the house. She and Michaela told me of items going missing, slamming doors, giggling and disembodied laughter� and of people feeling s though someone is holding their hand as they fall asleep. Nancy had asked me to bring my cards. I don�t often do readings anymore- people expect too much, and it is so tiring. And I rarely (even back then) used the cards to try and link to spirits or strange goings-on in old houses. From the whole pack, I only got to lay out three cards. Don�t ask me how I knew� but I just did�know... something. I don�t recall too much - but Nancy and Michaela wrote down what I said after )so they claim) I went into a kind of trance. I had tears pouring down my face, and I just looked at them, imploring them to listen. This is a copy of what they had written down that afternoon� Her name is Kate. Look at the card (tapping the friendship card laid on the table). Look! She likes her white dress - it�s for Sunday best. She doesn�t want you to be lonely without your baby (looking at Nancy). The photograph is there to remind you. Keep it safe. It might fall off (the television?) if you move it. Nancy: why are you here? She likes it here. She played here. Sundays were her favourite day. She doesn�t like people to feel lonely. Nancy: Is that why she hold our hands? She doesn�t like people to feel lonely. Her name is Kate. Just say hello. All the time, I was tapping this card that showed a little girl in a white dress� a sign of friendships. I�ll let you, the reader of this tale, into a secret. Child-ghosts (or whatever they may be) make me feel more spooked than usual. It�s a creepy phenomenon. But I never felt scared or �freaked out� whilst I was talking of this little girl, �Kate�� not that I recall much at all. I only have Nancy and Michaela�s word for what happened that afternoon. Nancy lived in the bed-sit for almost a year. She (and Michaela) made a point of saying hello when a door opened� even when there was nobody there. They asked for missing items to be returned - and they were often found shortly after. And if you asked Kate nicely, she wouldn�t hold your hand at night� NOTE: These houses are quite old - and there is references to a person named Kate living there. BUT it is a VERY common name. No surname can be verified. Subsequent tenants had reported similar things happening� but reports have lessened in time. It appears our mystery Kate is slowly fading. |
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