|Nightcomers by Susan Price|
I left a comment there about my family’s long struggle to be rational and not believe in ghosts – a battle fought by generations before me, while my family were beset by ghosts and heavy-footed things that tramp in the night (of which, more later this month).
In my collection of ghost stories, NIGHTCOMERS - which I’ll be bringing out as soon as my brother can finish the cover – there’s a story called ‘The Baby’ which I based on one of the flesh-creepers my aunt told me.
Doris was my grandmother’s niece; and Emily one of my grandad’s sisters. They were close neighbours and, as Emily was heavily pregnant, Doris was looking forward to seeing the baby when it was born.
But Doris contracted pneumonia – pretty much a death-sentence in the early 1930s, especially if you were poor. She was put to bed and her mother and sisters sat with her.
Doris was sick for days. The other women knew that Emily had given birth, but no one told Doris. The baby wasn’t strong, and they thought it best not to mention it.
Doris kept asking that the bedroom window be opened, but it wasn’t, because it was cold. Again and again Doris demanded that the window be opened. She struggled to sit up, saying, “Open it! Open it!”
Obviously, she was delirious. They tried to calm her. “Let her in!” she said. “She wants to come in – she wants to be with me. Let her in!”
“Who’s outside?” one of the sisters asked. “Who wants to come in?”
Doris said, “Emily’s baby. She wants to come in and be with me. Let her in!”
The women sitting with Doris knew that Emily’s sickly baby had been a girl. And two days after Doris’ death, the baby that had wanted to be with her, died too.
My Aunt told me this, but, a true Price, ended it by saying, “It’s easily explained – Emily never had a baby that lived longer than a couple of days. And it would have been on Doris’ mind.”
Somehow, these sensible remarks never stopped that cold grue going down my back.
I think I might tell true ghost stories all this month – and if anyone wants to leave theirs as comments, I'd love to read them, and we can build up quite a collection by Hallowe’en!
But before any more ghost stories, here's Blot -