Last night, I was invited for dinner with a new friend in the village and met some neighbours. "So, what do you do, Lizzie"?
Thankfully, the answer was met with a good reaction. In fact, it was one of those evenings that turned into a good old fashioned ghost story-telling session.
Having been so ensconced recently, in changing peoples lives, including my own, I had forgotten how thrilling a good spooky story can be. Our village, is steeped in history and so it was no surprise to hear about the ghost in Phebe's room that keeps her awake at night. But don't be mistaken into thinking that only old houses have resident spirits, I have moved on the dead from places that are newly built too.
Anyway, back to ghoulish tales and Rebbecca recounts a friend's experience, which I wanted to share, as I loved it!
One night, her friend (let's call him John) and his friend, are travelling a long journey home, through Cambridgeshire, when they realise that the petrol gage is almost on empty. They begin searching for a petrol station, but there is no sign of one, so decide to take a turning off the beaten track.
Not knowing where on earth they are, travelling aimlessly in the dark and now on the red, suddenly they see the welcoming lights of a garage. They pull in, John get out, and whilst filling up, comments to his passenger on how eerily quiet the place is. As he walks to the pay booth, he also notices how strange the lighting is, and continues to the cashiers.
Behind the till are two young teenagers, are they Goth's perhaps? On drugs? They did look very pale and a little too serene. He pays by card and get's back in his car, and travels the rest of their tiring drive home, thankful for the full tank.
Some months later, once again John finds himself in the same area and running low. Confident that he knew he would be able to replenish the tank, he takes the same turning and looks for that late night petrol station. But, this time he couldn't find it. He drove around for an age, certain that he was in the right place and finally pulls up to ask a local, walking by, for directions.
"There isn't a petrol station for miles around here mate" said the man. John insisted that he had stopped for petrol not that long ago, and was sure it was nearby. "Well, there used to be one, but that was around ten years ago, there was terrible accident and it burnt down killing some people, so it was never rebuilt" came the reply!
Shaken and confused, John, who by all accounts was a perfectly normal, logical guy went home and checked his credit card statement. Surely, the petrol bill would show up and there would be a perfectly good explanation? Yup, you've guessed it, no sign of any petrol on the statement.
Oh! If only every petrol station was run by ghosts, and supermarkets, and mortgage companies, and travel agents...........................!
Sleep well!!!
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