I Am Haunted

I hardly slept at all last night. Bob and I took the "left bedroom", and I took the twin bed closest to the door. I didn't know until this morning that lately, lots of "paranormal activity" had been recorded not just in that room, but to whomever chose that particular bed. I was a bit nervous when I went to bed. Closed my eyes tightly, and just kept them that way--I didn't want to see any blue orbs in the corner of the room, or any ghosts for that matter. Bob dropped off to sleep right away, but I had a hard time relaxing enough to go to sleep. Finally managed, only to be awoken almost immediately (it felt like) by a racket from upstairs. There were people staying up there, but this noise was not the noise you make when you get up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom--this was running and stomping. Then the windows of our room started to rattle. I just kept my eyes shut, and rode it out. That happened two more times during the night. After I'd dropped off to sleep again (after the first incident), I woke suddenly, drenched in sweat. The room was an oven, suddenly. Then I felt a pressure on my bed, like somone was sitting on the bed. Again, I just kept my eyes shut, and waited for daylight. I finally dropped off to sleep again, and woke to full daylight at around 7:30. JoDee and Paul were already up. I told them about my night, but they had slept soundly through the night, as had Bob. Paul was a bit disappointed that nothing had happened in their room.

The apartment came with a little kitchen, but we had come unprepared for that, and breakfast was not included. Paul made a run to a little shop in the village, and came back with bread, butter, and marmalade, and we had tea and toast for breakfast. After breakfast, we packed up and then explored the grounds and the gardens before heading out to Whitby, the little seaside town that was our next stop.

We arrived in Whitby around 2:30, after stopping for Sunday Lunch at a little village on the way. Sunday Lunch includes either roast beef or roast pork, cabbage, potatoes, gravy, carrots, turnip, and Yorkshire pudding. Checked into our B&B, and JoDee and I headed for town in search of internet access, leaving Paul and Bob at the B&B to rest. JoDee needed an internet cafe, and I needed wireless. We found both, did what we needed to do, and made it back in about 1 1/2 hours. Then we all walked to the Whitby Abbey, which was amazing. An abbey was first built there in the 7th century. It was rebuilt in the 13th century, and then again in 1500. It's a huge ruin, now, but beautiful, and the audio tour was informative. We stopped at St. Mary's church and the cemetary (the oldest headstone we could read was 1743, but there were a lot that looked older and were illegible). We walked back down the hill to the old part of town, and stopped for a drink. Wandered through the new part of town, mixing with all the British people on their summer holiday, and had fish and chips from a takeaway place, which we ate on the pier. A slow walk back to the B&B, and a rest before tackling anything else tonight.

Played Scrabble in JoDee and Paul's room (I won!), and then went back out for a quick drink before bed (the term for people who are out late drinking is apparently "dirty stop-outs", and we now qualify :) ).