The Victorian Girls

The Victorian Girls

A Local lady, by the name of Jenny related the story of an encounter she’d kept secret for over twenty years. She had never told anyone her tale and had always avoided talking about anything remotely supernatural, but due to her advancing years she felt the need to unburden herself of her spooky secret.

This is her story as told by Kate Houston.

“I was all alone one evening. The telly was boring so I decided to have an early night. I took a few books to bed, hoping to find one interesting enough to pass an hour or two. That didn’t work, so I just lay down, twisting and turning until eventually I nodded off.

I awoke later because I had to go to the toilet. I was used to this routine, getting up in the dark. But this time it somehow seemed different. I don’t know why, it was just a hunch or whatever you might call it but something just didn’t seem right.

I looked at the time – 3.30am not an unusual hour to be awake with my kidneys – but what was the eerie feeling?

“Returning from the loo I suddenly heard the sound of children laughing and singing. Strange, I thought ,for children to be out this late.  I wondered if my clock might be wrong. Maybe it was earlier than I thought. After all, it was winter and dark from early evening.

I went to look at the clock in the Living room.  No, it was definitely 3.35 am. It couldn’t be children out at this hour of the night – no parent would allow that. The more I tried to think of an explanation, the louder the sound of the children became.

I was a bit afraid but I decided I had to check outside in case some little ones had strayed out without their parents’ knowledge.

 

I peered out through the blinds and there as plain as day playing ring-a-rosie around the lamppost which stands outside my door, were two identical little girls. They were playing away as if seemingly unconcerned about the fact that it was the middle of the night.

I decided to investigate. I opened the front door as quietly as I could so as not to a care them off. When I opened the door they were directly in front of me and illuminated by the glow of the street lamp which they played around.

I had noticed when looking at them out of the window that both had lovely long hair. Now that I could see them better I suddenly noticed something about their hair that made my blood run cold. It was grey, as grey as my own.

I started to feel scared but  also strangely curious. Suddenly I noticed their strange clothes. I gasped. Their clothes were Victorian in style; long dresses and those little buttoned up ankle boots kids wore in those times. Now I was really nervous. I felt shaky and my heart was beating so loud I thought they might hear it.

Then suddenly the girls stopped.

I wanted to run back into the house but my feet wouldn’t move.  Everything went cold and the silence was terrifying.

The girls started to turn around as if in slow motion.

I tried to scream but no sound came out. I thought I was going to die…It was their faces…that was all I could see. Horrible, older than me and all twisted and wrinkled.

If only my legs would move.

I heard a voice and looked up. Both of them were staring at me. I had to move. So I threw myself back onto the hall floor and began dragging myself along by the arms because my legs still wouldn’t work. I slammed the front door and dragged myself towards my bedroom. It was a complete nightmare.

I got to my bedroom and closed myself in. I couldn’t stand up. I had to pull on the bedclothes to drag my body up onto the bed. Trembling uncontrollably I got under the covers and pulled them over my head in case they were there in my room

I didn’t move for two days. I was too scared to even go to the phone/ I just held out knowing my friend ,who had her own key to my house  always called around every other day and would soon be coming to rescue me. I was crying in pain because I was too frightened to even go to the bathroom. When my friend did arrive she got a shock seeing the state I was in.

Local records show that houses dating back to Victorian times once stood on the site of Jenny’s home. The owner of one of the houses had twin daughters, who, it can be safely assumed, would have played their childhood games at the front of their house.

They died tragically at the age of eight.

It doesn’t seem to have put a stop to their games…