Friday, 20 April 2018

Ghostly Inspirations R is for Remote #AtoZChallenge 2018


Welcome to my offering for The A to Z Blogging Challenge 2018
My theme this year is Ghostly Inspirations
a collection of spirits that have been prompted by my encounters with places and times. Some are spooky, some more about atmosphere. I'll be describing each inspiration and the phantom that came to my mind, and then I will share a drabble, which I hope will entertain. :)



Disclaimer: The places and experienced I have used for my inspiration are real, but my ghosts and drabbles are complete fiction, linked to nothing and no-one, alive or dead. When writing about my inspirations, I may have changed names and obfuscated specific details to 'protect the innocent' :).

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R is for Remote




Inspiration:
Do you ever ever have those times when electronic equipment behaves oddly? It can seem really spooky, especially when you’re on your own, but invariably there’s a logical explanation. I have managed to change the TV channel by sitting on a cushion that’s partly on the remote. But maybe, just maybe, there might be a time when there is no logical explanation.

Ghost:
Nannie was a shut in; for the last ten years of her life, she never left her house, barely even opened the curtains of her house. Her only contact with the outside world, apart from meals on wheels, was her TV. She loved her soaps and hopped from channel to channel picking up the lives of her favourite characters. Nothing stopped Nannie from watching her soaps.


When she died in her arm chair, it was three days before anyone found her.

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No Sharing

Tom flopped onto his sofa, put his feet on the coffee table and flicked on the TV: new house, couple of lagers, the latest Marvel movie - perfect. As familiar music began and the red logo appeared, Tom dropped the remote onto the cushion next to him, settling in.

::Blink:: the TV showed a woman yelling at a scruffy lad.

Tom grabbed the remote and flicked back, relaxing again.

::Blink:: the angry pair were back.

Tom swore and grabbed the remote.

“No!”

Tom leapt out of his seat and stared at the sofa, heart racing.

“Out of the way.”

 Tom fled.


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Thursday, 19 April 2018

Ghostly Inspirations Q is for Quiet #AtoZChallenge 2018


Welcome to my offering for The A to Z Blogging Challenge 2018
My theme this year is Ghostly Inspirations
a collection of spirits that have been prompted by my encounters with places and times. Some are spooky, some more about atmosphere. I'll be describing each inspiration and the phantom that came to my mind, and then I will share a drabble, which I hope will entertain. :)



Disclaimer: The places and experienced I have used for my inspiration are real, but my ghosts and drabbles are complete fiction, linked to nothing and no-one, alive or dead. When writing about my inspirations, I may have changed names and obfuscated specific details to 'protect the innocent' :).

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Q is for Quiet




Inspiration:
When I was studying for my PhD, our entire department drove from the South of England up to Glasgow for a robotics conference. On the way home, we stopped off at Loch Lomond. It was sunset, and everything was incredibly still. I stood on a jetty which took me out a little way over the loch, and I stood there, disconnected from the land behind me, looking onto the glassy water that was reflecting the deep orange sky. After a hectic conference where we spent two days encouraging school children to get interested in robotics, that moment was one of the most peaceful of my life.

Ghost:
Jock was the barman at Loch Lomond Marina for 28 years. He enjoyed his job, and was always an ear for any patron who needed to talk. When he had pains in his arm during a shift, he ignored it and dropped dead in the car park as he was on his way home. This didn’t bother Jock much, and when his ashes were scattered off the jetty close to the Marina, he decided to stick around in case anyone else needed a good listener.

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Hug

Hands in her pockets, she was standing at the end of the jetty, staring into the water. Jock moved up behind her. Her head came up a little, but she did not turn.

“Jock?”

“Hello Katy.”

Katy smiled but her eyes remained on the water.

“I miss you mate.”

“I’m still here.”

“But I need a hug.”

“Close your eyes, hen.”

She obeyed.

“Think back...July.”

Katy nodded.

“Nicko being a bastard again.”

Katy sighed, wrapping her arms around herself.

“You hugged me so tight.”

Sigh became sob. Jock stood close until Katy was cried out.

“Thanks, Jock,” she whispered.


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Wednesday, 18 April 2018

Ghostly Inspirations P is for (in) Passing #AtoZChallenge 2018


Welcome to my offering for The A to Z Blogging Challenge 2018
My theme this year is Ghostly Inspirations
a collection of spirits that have been prompted by my encounters with places and times. Some are spooky, some more about atmosphere. I'll be describing each inspiration and the phantom that came to my mind, and then I will share a drabble, which I hope will entertain. :)



Disclaimer: The places and experienced I have used for my inspiration are real, but my ghosts and drabbles are complete fiction, linked to nothing and no-one, alive or dead. When writing about my inspirations, I may have changed names and obfuscated specific details to 'protect the innocent' :).

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P is for (in) Passing




Inspiration:
Today, we’re off North of the Border for my inspiration. Edinburgh is a beautiful and ancient city. There are many old houses build with solid stone, and a friend of mine lived in a flat in one such old building. Her flat had wonderful high ceilings and a beautiful warm fire, but it is the stone steps up to her apartment that have inspired me today.

The stairwell of this set of flats had a bent old metal railing  and each step showed the thousands, probably millions of footfalls that it had taken over the hundreds of years it had been conveying people up and down.

Ghost:
These steps have witnessed much: desperate dashes down to greet long missed loved ones in the street; slow plods upwards with heavy shopping bags; secret creeps into the boudoir of a mistress; gaggles of friends heaving upwards towards the party; and also accidents, the old steps are uneven, it is easy to trip, and the solid stone is unforgiving.
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Watching

She is there. Not every day, not even every week, but sometimes. I never know when, not even when I come into the dark stairwell from the busy street. For when I look up, there is no hint of her presence.

Then I step upwards. One step, two step, ten and I turn, unsuspecting, at the slightly wider stair on the curve. I pass and she is there. Silent, staring, her eyes wide and sad, I have seen her out of the corner of my eye. Chilled, heart skipping, I trot the rest of the way, watched at each step.


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Tuesday, 17 April 2018

Ghostly Inspirations O is for Owd Nance #AtoZChallenge 2018


Welcome to my offering for The A to Z Blogging Challenge 2018
My theme this year is Ghostly Inspirations
a collection of spirits that have been prompted by my encounters with places and times. Some are spooky, some more about atmosphere. I'll be describing each inspiration and the phantom that came to my mind, and then I will share a drabble, which I hope will entertain. :)



Disclaimer: The places and experienced I have used for my inspiration are real, but my ghosts and drabbles are complete fiction, linked to nothing and no-one, alive or dead. When writing about my inspirations, I may have changed names and obfuscated specific details to 'protect the innocent' :).

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O is for Owd Nance




Inspiration:
Today I’m letting a ghost, or rather a ghost trope inspire a ghost. Burton Agnes Hall is a grand Elizabethan house open to the public in Yorkshire, but it is most famous for being the home of Owd Nance, a screaming skull ghost.

I have visited this house twice and the dramatic carvings all over the inside was enough to convince me that it could well house the ghost of its former owner Ann Griffiths. She was killed by footpads and wished her head to be kept at the home she loved. When her loved ones naturally balked at the request, Ann, known in her ghostly form as Owd Nance, made a ruckus in her old home. Thus, her skull was installed in the house and peace returned. Like many other screaming skulls, if she’s ever removed, trouble starts up again.

So, today, I intend to introduce you to my own twist on this ghost trope.

Ghost:
Sir James Gerrard was parted from his head during the English Civil War. He fought for the King, and the roundheads who killed him strung his head up as a trophy. They found out that night that Sir James was not at all happy about this desecration as he drew up the fires of hell themselves to denote his displeasure. By the morning, Sir James had been reunited with his head, and was interred in his family vault with a warning to all comers to respect his corpse.


Only idiots ignore the warning.

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Do Not Disturb

Sir James watched as his skull was tossed around between the nervously giggling miscreants. If he’d had any, his blood would have been boiling. Instead, he drew the heat from the room, building the power in his chest until the troublemakers were breathing out fog.

They slowed in their sport and their laughs. James grimaced, drew in a remembered breath and then the rumble started low. They stopped completely, eyes wide, heads turning, fear beginning. Rumble became howl, and with it James spun up the wind. They cowered, screamed, ran. Sir James laughed into the nightmare as his persecutors fled.


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