On the subject of scary...

Let me tell you a tale:

When I was in India, I managed to scare myself completely and utterly. The hotel room I was in resembled a crypt. Long, narrow, with a room at the back with a little door. It was made out of stone, and was in a complex a few centuries old. My bed head was the door. It was cool at first.....

When I was alone in the evening I managed to frighten myself, and I ended up going to another room for a while for company. (i ended up showing them my room. They agreed it was creepy. It didn't help that the girl started to make up more scenarios about the little room, the locked door, the scratches in the door...Werewolves, vampires, ghosts etc).

The first night sleeping was ok. I didn't wake up.

The second night however, I was woken up. But it wasn't just ME. There WAS a noise, behind my head to the left. A drip drip drip.
I had to wake up my friend 'cos I was so freaked out. The room was so dark I could not see my hand in front of my face.
The light switch was on the other side of the room.
There was no bedside lamp.

And there was the sound.....drip drip drip...
And there was a small door behind my head, which had.... well,..... there weren't scratches, but they could have been...

So, needless to say I was packing it. Visions of vampires and ghouls above me with blood dripping from their fangs filled my head. I eventually was able to wake up my friend (a heavy sleeper). I managed to convince her that there was a noise, and she, after a while, wanted to go to the loo. If I got my torch. Which was in my coat pocket. On the end of the bed (I had not moved a muscle before now).

So I very bravely sat up, got my torch, and turned it on. I bravely turned the light behind me, my friend manged to turn the light on.....



And the vision that met my eyes was one of the scenes from Dark Water. I haven't seen the movie ( i never will), The preview was bad enough. The whole back wall was dark from water leaking from the curved stone roof. And the noise was a drip drip drip as water fell from the roof. The side of my bed was wet, the floor, the stuff beside my bed.

So I decided to move the bed closer to my friend's bed, and away from the water.

And there, revealed, was a great rent in the door (the door behind my bed, where I had slept the previous night, and was sleeping tonight). There was a space behind my head.
I daringly shone my light in through the gap in the door....
and saw a few steps going down into blackness.

The toilet light stayed on all night at my insistence. And I talked awhile to my friend before I got so tired I fell asleep.


I asked to owners the next day about it. They said it was the old women's quarters, and they now used it for storage. The water must have come from a burst water pipe.
Funny, in the photo that I took when I first got to my room, one can plainly see the darker wall at the far end. But I don't remember seeing it then.


My heart rate still increases whenver I reminisce about that event.