I was 17 years old when a friend of mine invited me to go on a holiday with his parents over Easter to the Dordogne region of France. We were also travelling with friend s of my parents so the group were well known to myself and my friend.
We arrived at the place we were staying on a bright and sunny day in the village whose name I cannot for the life of me remember. I do though remember we were very close to Limoges. Although we arrived on such a lovely day the village was deserted which I found odd, and also being a red-blooded 17 year old disappointing as both I and my friend, Mitchum (named after the actor), were looking for some lovely French girls to become acquainted with.
After unpacking and exploring we settled in for the night. Such was the design of the farm house that Mitch's parents were upstairs in a double room with John, Jeanette and their two young daughters across the landing in a family sized room. Myself and my mate were downstairs in an annex room. Everyone retired early as the long drive and the bottles of wine had taken a toll so myself and Mitch were left downstairs to chew the fat as well as sink a couple of subbies (33cl beers). Although we had our own company it did feel rather strange but we just put that down to a foreign country.
We both drifted off to sleep, I do remember listening to my Walkman for a while and then drifting off. Not sure what time it was but we were both woken in the early hours by footsteps from the floor above. Going from one room to the other and then stopping abruptly. We thought nothing of it but we were both woken by it.
The following morning we asked which one of you had the weak bladder. all denied it, and knowing them as we did we believed them. The following night, everyone stayed up later as well ate and laughed around the large kitchen table, the two young children went up slightly later than normal as they were enjoying themselves too. Jeanette took them up and my friends mum went up with her with left myself Mitch, John and Mitch's dad. We had a coupe of stubbies and retired to bed. But, yet again, in the early hours the footsteps returned. Again we asked and again, nobody knew about any movement upstairs.
That same evening yet again wee were around the table eating and laughing about the day we had had, the highlight being how I was looking up at a church tower somewhere and hadn't noticed the low street sign behind me, as I walked back I tripped over the sign and fell star shaped into a flower bed just as a school trip walke dpast all laughing and pointing t the silly English boy.
As we sat around, all 8 of us, the sound of footsteps was heard going across the ceiling from one roo to another, The laughter stopped and for the next two nghts nobody slept a winkk of sleep, apart from the two youngsters.
We arrived at the place we were staying on a bright and sunny day in the village whose name I cannot for the life of me remember. I do though remember we were very close to Limoges. Although we arrived on such a lovely day the village was deserted which I found odd, and also being a red-blooded 17 year old disappointing as both I and my friend, Mitchum (named after the actor), were looking for some lovely French girls to become acquainted with.
After unpacking and exploring we settled in for the night. Such was the design of the farm house that Mitch's parents were upstairs in a double room with John, Jeanette and their two young daughters across the landing in a family sized room. Myself and my mate were downstairs in an annex room. Everyone retired early as the long drive and the bottles of wine had taken a toll so myself and Mitch were left downstairs to chew the fat as well as sink a couple of subbies (33cl beers). Although we had our own company it did feel rather strange but we just put that down to a foreign country.
We both drifted off to sleep, I do remember listening to my Walkman for a while and then drifting off. Not sure what time it was but we were both woken in the early hours by footsteps from the floor above. Going from one room to the other and then stopping abruptly. We thought nothing of it but we were both woken by it.
The following morning we asked which one of you had the weak bladder. all denied it, and knowing them as we did we believed them. The following night, everyone stayed up later as well ate and laughed around the large kitchen table, the two young children went up slightly later than normal as they were enjoying themselves too. Jeanette took them up and my friends mum went up with her with left myself Mitch, John and Mitch's dad. We had a coupe of stubbies and retired to bed. But, yet again, in the early hours the footsteps returned. Again we asked and again, nobody knew about any movement upstairs.
That same evening yet again wee were around the table eating and laughing about the day we had had, the highlight being how I was looking up at a church tower somewhere and hadn't noticed the low street sign behind me, as I walked back I tripped over the sign and fell star shaped into a flower bed just as a school trip walke dpast all laughing and pointing t the silly English boy.
As we sat around, all 8 of us, the sound of footsteps was heard going across the ceiling from one roo to another, The laughter stopped and for the next two nghts nobody slept a winkk of sleep, apart from the two youngsters.
