In Worcester at night. Walking o er the bridge with other people. Darkness.
Joe Bird's house is haunted. It is not clear what by. I am engaged in making a documentary about the house. I am filming two people walking down a long corridor, reminiscent of a hospital. I assume this is Joe's house (though considering how Joe's waking house is a two bedroom terraced house I can't quite marry the two up...)
I film the couple, a young man and woman, from above a door, in a rickety platform of boxes and something soft, actually above the doorway. The woman is intimately connected with the hauntings. Later on I pull this ginger haired woman into a room. I know the man - presumably her boyfriend is not pleased with me. I tell the woman of a documentary that was once made about Romany Gypsies, and how the film-maker was allowed into the world because he had a connection with someone which was a way into their world (this point is more than a bit hazy now). I tell her that I am her 'in' into this world, in tones of encouragement which suggest that she should make the most of this opportunity.
Back at Joe Bird's house. I am alone. His house more or less resembles his waking life house - except that it now has a back stairway - a spiral twisting thing running through the many floors...(so maybe not quite like his waking house after all). I am running down the stairs - the house is heavy with a feeling of presence - something cold, and if not malevolent, then certainly something which has engendered a sense of panic. I must get out. I cannot believe Joe lives here alone. I run down the stairs and race out relieved into the night.
Tuesday, 16 January 2018
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