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From: Brenna (Brenna@argyll.demon.co.uk)
Newsgroups: alt.folklore.ghost-stories
Subject: The Red Room
Date: Mon, 10 Nov 1997 16:27:41 +0000
HIya.
I had a friend in the states who had a wacky sense of humor, but she was fun. For example, she used to change the stuff in her fish tank so the fish wouldn't get bored. But that has nothing to do with this strory. I just thought you'd like it.
Anyway, I used to go to her house after work with her, since we worked together, sometimes we would just sit and vent about the day. We would make dinner and watch movies, etc. If it got too late, or I fell asleep, which was usually the case, I ended up staying the night. Most times I slept in the same room and slept very well and usually woke up with her dog lying on my feet. (poor Jeff...he's dead now)
But, as time went on, she decided to change rooms. She had been sleeping in the room at the front of the house that looked like it was probably the main room of the house at one time because of the windows. They had some beautiful stainded glass around them. I should mention here that the house was very old and belonged to her parents who bought if from someone when they were newlyweds.
So, the next time I stayed over, I slept in that room on a nice futon. I slept.....for awhile. Then I started having the most disturbing dreams. They were always about a man in a long coat, like a rain coat. He was creepy in the dreams, but I have no idea who he was supposed to be. The dreams were very violent and at the end very bloody and gory. I never got a good night's sleep in there, and the dog never went into that room.
I told her about the bad dreams, and after another night of the same thing a couple weeks later, she finally told me about some strange goings-on in that house. She told me of a black "cloudy figure" that would move across the room and usually end up in a corner by the ceiling. Once when that happened, all the doors to that room, 4 in all, slammed shut at the same time with her standing in the middle of the room. Wind might have blown one or two shut, but not all 4 at once.
I asked her if she had ever had bad dreams in that room I had been sleeping in. She kind of half smiled and told me yes. She then went on to tell me about an old woman who lived there long ago and had died in that room. She had no idea who the man was, but she also had dreams about him, and they were just as bloody and gory. So, she painted the room red and just used it for a library so she wouldn't have to spend much time in it.
She has since moved out. I miss her, but not that room. I have often wondered if the man had something to do with the death of the old woman.
I guess we'll never know.