Ghostly Breathing

A couple of times a year, Nigel and I meet up with our old friends David and Carolyn who live in the North East. We walk, pub and sightsee. 

 This time we tried a new halfway meeting point - the Lincolnshire wolds. 

It would have been great if this had been the only new element of the weekend but there was another novel experience. 

On our first evening Storm Amy cut the electricity and we had a game of hunt the candles in the Airbnb in the dark. We found one set of fake candles which nevertheless looked like someone had set fire to them, and two real ones. But no matches whatsoever. We decided to pass the time by listening to ghost stories on David's phone. 

We were listening to Shirley Henderson reading a spooky tale. Shirley Henderson has a high-pitched uncanny voice and the special effects department had added to the atmosphere with very realistic ghostly breathing in the background. 

Eventually, the tale drew to its chilling climax. However when the story finished, and Shirley Henderson fallen silent, the ghostly breathing continued. 

I raised my phone torch. The rest of us might have been on the edge of our seats, but after a long and exciting day, David was catching forty winks.