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Angela doesn't live here
....... I knew I was in my own room and I knew I was asleep. It didn't seem five minutes since I'd got into bed. I was just lying there and then the door opened. I thought I woke up and turned to look, expecting to see my mam or Carol but there was this noise, like someone was dragging something into the room. Moonlight was shining through the window, which was odd because I'd closed the curtains, and I could hear the night sounds very clearly like the window was open. Then I saw her, the girl dragging what looked like a body into my room. I couldn't believe it. There were no sounds from the dogs and they always barked at strangers if they came to the house. Sometimes they even barked at me. She pulled the body across the floor towards the window and just sort of sat it there. It didn't seem dead, didn't slump over or anything just sat there and then started to moan in a very disturbing way. I tried to speak, to shout at the girl. "This is my room. You shouldn't be here." But the words wouldn't come out of my mouth. "I'll call my mam...." And then just "Mam ... Mam ...Mam!" I woke up in my mam's arms and her soothing me and telling me it was just a bad dream. I begged her to close the window and draw the curtains but she said the window was closed and the curtains were closed too.
I saw the girl and had the dreams about a dozen times before I actually told my mam and Carol what the dreams were about. To my surprise Carol thought Dylan might be right, not about the cursing but about the girl being a Gipsy or a traveler of some sort. She said that she would have a look around to see if there were any traveling families around. Sometimes they camped on land just towards the bottom of the lane. She personally didn't mind them though she did say that sometimes they took better care of their animals than they did of their kids but the animals, especially the horse, made them money. Carol started driving me down the lane and sometimes my mum would as well and fair play, I wasn't bothered that much about the girl. If I didn't see her on the lane I didn't have the dreams. |