Haunted Whispers

  " David suddenly felt a weight settle onto the bike's pillion seat. At first, he was convinced that it was his imagination.  But as he continued r iding, the weight seemed to increase.  Then he heard it.  Ah...ah.... A laugh came from directly behind him." David was used to long days of hard work.  He was a building contractor who had taken on a job in the remote countryside of Ravenstonedale , where he was building a two-storey house.  The remote English countryside was peaceful during the day, but at night the silence became oppressive, leaving David with the eerie feeling that he was being watched by someone or something from the darkness. He stayed in a lonely cabin near the site. The nearest town, Kirkby, was a 30-minute ride away, but at least he had his Harley-Davidson, a beast of a machine that gave him freedom and comfort. One week into the job, he found a rustic bar-and-restaurant, Oak and Ember, in Kirkby.   It quickly became his ev...

"He heard it. “ Ah… ah… ahh…” a loud, cracked, husky laughter echoed through the trees. Tony froze. The ghostly laughter was not human in its warmth, but sharp and jagged, like dry wood snapping in a fire." Life in the remote rubber estate Rubber estates stretched endlessly across the mountainsides in the misty hills of Ceylon (now Sri Lanka). These estates were peaceful in daylight, with workers tapping trees and birdsong echoing through the valleys.  After sunset, the estate became dark, quiet, and frightening.  And one could hear only the rustle of leaves.  This is the story of Tony, a staff officer working at a 100-acre haunted rubber estate. His family lived in Colombo, the capital city, because his children attended school there. Tony was provided with a bungalow as his quarters, where he shared the house with his elderly parents. The estate itself was remote and isolated, with each house separated by vast distances.  By 5 o’clock in the evening, the...