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Date: Mon, 13 Feb 1995 13:45:48 -0600
Sender: night-l@unicorn.acs.ttu.edu
From: Matthew Reed 
Subject: A Haunted Night In Scotland


I just recently joined this group and thought an introduction and
a short story about my own "encounters" might be justified.
I am 27 and live in Lexington, Kentucky.  I work for the University
of Kentucky College of Dentistry.  I am fascinated by many of the
mysteries our world holds. I have been reading your posts for the past
few days and I must admit I have had similar experiences as many of you
but my most profound experience is below.  I hope you enjoy reading
about my experience.



     It was the summer of 1978, I was 10 years old and about to
embark on the journey of a lifetime (at least to a 10 year old).  My
mother was taking me, my older brother Eric, and my father to
Scotland to visit her pen pal from her youth.   We were all very
excited to be crossing the ocean.



                    Some background


     My mother has always been fascinated with all things occult.  I
can't count the number of times that my mother  and I (My father
and brother didn't have the patience to go) would pack up and fly
off somewhere to spend the weekend in a  "haunted" house.  Never
did we see, sense, or hear anything.  But my mothers  quest to find
a real supernatural experience had never died.



                     Back to the trip


     We arrived at Prestwick airport (which is now a cargo and local
airport only) and my mother and her pen pal were able to meet for
the first time in over  twenty years of communicating by phone and
letter.  It was a nice day. During  that evening my mother and Eileen
somehow got onto the subject of the supernatural, specifically
ghosts.  My mom told Eileen all about how we had searched and
searched for a ghost and never found one.  At this Eileen paused,
and then told us about her grandmothers house about four hours
from where we were.  It seems her grandmothers house is VERY
haunted. She told us that not a week goes by that they don't hear or
see something.  Anything from  furniture being rearranged (this
seems to be a favorite pastime of their ghost) to apparitions.


     The story that really got my mother, however, was this:   One
afternoon while Eileens Grandmother was watching TV, her son
came home.  He stopped  at the foot of the stairs, looked in at his
mother and said something along the  lines of  "Hey mom, I'm going
to take a nap.  I love you."  and went up the  stairs to his room.
About15 minutes later the phone rang.  It was the police  calling to
inform her that her son had been killed in a car accident about 45
minutes ago.    That's all it took.  Our bags were packed and the
entire family,  including the Kirks, were  off to grandmas house.


     For brevities sake I'll skip a lot here.  Eileen and her family were
given a room to sleep in, and we were put in another.  It is
necessary here that I  describe the room we were in.  It was a basic
square room, the unique thing was  the bed.  It was monstrous. It
filled the entire room.  The headboard was huge and thick and
intricately carved. There was a three foot wide walk space that
extended along the foot of the bed and the right hand side of the
bed (if you  were facing the foot of the bed).  At the head of the
bed, there was a small night  table with a lamp.  My mother slept at
the head of the bed by the lamp, my  father beside her.  My brother
slept with his head at the foot of the bed on my  mothers side and I
did the same on my fathers side, by the wall.


     At about 3:00 in the morning all four of us sat up in the bed and
looked  at each other.  There was a chill in the air as well as a
feeling of trepidation.  I reached over and turned on the light.  As I
was reaching for the lamp it occurred  to me what was wrong.  The
light came on at the flick of the switch and the  mystery was reveled.
The bed had been completely turned around in the room.   The
headboard was now up against the door.  We all sat there and
looked at  each other for what seemed like an eternity trying to
grasp the situation.  After  a while I think we all just gave up.  We
got out of bed and had to yell for  someone to help us.  You see it
was impossible to turn the bed around in the  small room.  We had
to have tools handed to us through the door so we could take the
bed apart and stack it against the wall.


    I will never forget this experience as long as I live.  The feeling in
the room when we woke up.  The chill that went down my spine as
the light came on.  Then the realization that the bed had been picked
up and turned around,  with four people sleeping in it, without
waking any of us.  Let alone the fact that  whatever had turned the
bed had had to warp space somehow in order to do it.   The power
of what ever did this was truly humbling.  Needless to say we left at
about 4:30am, and my mothers quest for a supernatural experience
died.


    My family won't talk about it now.  It seems to be a taboo
subject.  I think it just scared them all too bad.  As for me, well I
look back on that night  quite often trying to figure out why this
entity would choose to turn the bed.   I mean if it's that powerful
(which it obviously is) why would it choose to do what it did, when
it did? Maybe it was because my mother so desperately wanted
something to happen.  I don't know.  I do know that I would
welcome another encounter.  This was by far the most exciting
experience I have ever had.


     I hope you enjoyed reading this.  If you have any questions or
comments please feel free to contact me via e-mail at
MREED00@ukcc.uky.edu or just post to the list.


Matthew Reed
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