Happy Halloween!
It's Halloween! To celebrate Halloween, heres a ghost story to keep the mood going...*grin*
Winterton's Spirit
David Winterton has been a British soldier. After he left the army, he was never able to settle down. He traveled all over the world. He wound up living in a city in the Middle East.
Winterton's only friend was a shopkeeper named Hassan. The two men often talked about life after death. They made a pact: Whichever man died first would try to come back and contact the other.
A little while later there was a terrible epidemic. Winterton became very sick. He was rushed to the hospital, unexpected to survive.
Hassan went to the hospital and was told his friend had died. Sadly, the shopkeeper went home. That evening the form of Winterton appeared in Hassan's room. Hassan was not suprised.
"Im sorry you're dead, my friend," said Hassan.
"But im not dead," said the figure. "They only think im dead. I'm sure i'll recover if they don't bury me first. You must stop them. There is not much time. Please Hurry, my friend."
The form then dissapered.
The next morning Hassan went to the hospital again. He found out where Winterton's body had been taken. It was a warehouse near the graveyard. There was only an aged caretaker on duty.
Hassan asked to see the body of his friend. The caretaker refused to let him in.
"Has the body been taken for burial yet?" Hassan asked.
The caretaker was uncomfortable. "To tell the truth, I'm not sure."
"What do you mean, you're not sure! Either it has or it hasn't!"
"The body has dissapered," the caretaker admitted. "It was brought in yesterday, and put on a table with the others. During the evening I stepped out for some dinner. It's against the rules, I know. But you can't eat in there. I locked the door. When I came back, the body was gone. No one could get in. No one would have stolen a body"
"What time did this happen?" asked Hassan
"About seven in the evening," said the caretaker.
Hassan recalled that was about the time he saw Winterton's figure.
The caretaker said there was a small window in the room. When he went out, the window was closed. When he came back, it was open. It could only be opened from the inside. The window was just large enough for a thin man like Winterton to squeeze through.
Was Winterton alive, as the figure had said, Hassan wondered. Had he escaped through the window? If he did, he was still a very sick man wandering the streets. Perhaps he was dead already. Hassan thought that if he had listened to the spirit when it first appeared, he might have saved his old friend.
The caretaker pleaded with Hassan not to tell anyone what had happened.
"It's not your fault," said Hassan. "I'm to blame. I should have come sooner."
The caretaker did not know what Hassan was talking about.
Winterton was never found, dead or alive, and the spirit still is said to walk, but leaves Hassan to grieve.
And best of all. This is a true story.
Happy Halloween.
Winterton's Spirit
David Winterton has been a British soldier. After he left the army, he was never able to settle down. He traveled all over the world. He wound up living in a city in the Middle East.
Winterton's only friend was a shopkeeper named Hassan. The two men often talked about life after death. They made a pact: Whichever man died first would try to come back and contact the other.
A little while later there was a terrible epidemic. Winterton became very sick. He was rushed to the hospital, unexpected to survive.
Hassan went to the hospital and was told his friend had died. Sadly, the shopkeeper went home. That evening the form of Winterton appeared in Hassan's room. Hassan was not suprised.
"Im sorry you're dead, my friend," said Hassan.
"But im not dead," said the figure. "They only think im dead. I'm sure i'll recover if they don't bury me first. You must stop them. There is not much time. Please Hurry, my friend."
The form then dissapered.
The next morning Hassan went to the hospital again. He found out where Winterton's body had been taken. It was a warehouse near the graveyard. There was only an aged caretaker on duty.
Hassan asked to see the body of his friend. The caretaker refused to let him in.
"Has the body been taken for burial yet?" Hassan asked.
The caretaker was uncomfortable. "To tell the truth, I'm not sure."
"What do you mean, you're not sure! Either it has or it hasn't!"
"The body has dissapered," the caretaker admitted. "It was brought in yesterday, and put on a table with the others. During the evening I stepped out for some dinner. It's against the rules, I know. But you can't eat in there. I locked the door. When I came back, the body was gone. No one could get in. No one would have stolen a body"
"What time did this happen?" asked Hassan
"About seven in the evening," said the caretaker.
Hassan recalled that was about the time he saw Winterton's figure.
The caretaker said there was a small window in the room. When he went out, the window was closed. When he came back, it was open. It could only be opened from the inside. The window was just large enough for a thin man like Winterton to squeeze through.
Was Winterton alive, as the figure had said, Hassan wondered. Had he escaped through the window? If he did, he was still a very sick man wandering the streets. Perhaps he was dead already. Hassan thought that if he had listened to the spirit when it first appeared, he might have saved his old friend.
The caretaker pleaded with Hassan not to tell anyone what had happened.
"It's not your fault," said Hassan. "I'm to blame. I should have come sooner."
The caretaker did not know what Hassan was talking about.
Winterton was never found, dead or alive, and the spirit still is said to walk, but leaves Hassan to grieve.
And best of all. This is a true story.
Happy Halloween.