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Tuesday, 3 November 2015

The Ghost Story Cupboard

A while back I wrote about The Spider Cupboard. Today I bring to you tales of The Ghost Story Cupboard.



The Ghost Story Cupboard is actually something my other gran, my dad's mum, inflicted upon us when we were younger. Why are my family obsessed with turning cupboards into the chambers of hell? Anyway, Wednesdays were always the days that we visited my gran and it was my favourite day of the week for years. My two sisters, my two cousins and I (collectively referred to as "the girls") would go to my gran's after school for dinner and movies/games/playing outside, until our parents would make our lives a misery by coming and picking us up to take us home for bed.

Now, I can't remember when it started or how it started, but one of the many activities we used to do at my gran's house was tell ghost stories. The five of us huddled up in the corner of my gran's bedroom with the lights off trying to scare the bejesus out of each other.

Then my gran cottoned on to what we were doing.

My gran is a wonderful, wonderful woman and I love her dearly. We are actually very similar in that if we are going to do something exciting like this, we are going to do it right. So she got involved in the ghost stories. Not only did she get involved, she took it to the NEXT level.

The Ghost Story Cupboard was born.

In reality, the ghost story cupboard was nothing more than a tiny shoe cupboard/cloakroom. But for an hour every Wednesday it was transformed into the scariest place of all time. In we'd go, the six of us, practically sitting all over the top of each other trying to fit in. Then the door would shut and the light would go off. TERRIFYING. Couldn't see a bloody thing. Then my gran would tell us ghost stories. Usually they involved haunted castles, creaking doors and sometimes even vampires. The characters of these stories always had names really similar to our names too. What were the chances of that?

There was always one person that would end up whining to get out (usually me, for I am a great wuss) but no, this was not allowed. This was some "Are You Afraid of the Dark" shit. We had a pact. Ride or die. My granda was drafted in as chief scarer, his duties included eerily scratching the door from the other side, making scary footstep noises and throwing the door open at random times throughout our little horror sessions. There wasn't a great deal of planning though, so the footsteps he'd make were never when someone in the story was walking about. Or he'd fling open the door after my gran had started with "Once upon a time" and we'd be scarred from the very beginning of the session.

Sometimes I tell people the stories about The Ghost Story Cupboard and they look at me like I've eaten their arm, or like my granny is Satan himself. And I guess that's a pretty legit reaction if you don't think about the comedy value of what was actually happening. I'd love to have seen a photograph of the six of us packed into a tiny cloakroom, surrounded by shoes and old jackets.

It was also the cupboard where the hoover was kept, so every now and then one of us would jump and the hoover would whack someone and we'd be in fits of giggles throughout the rest of the stories. Or it would be my little cousin's turn to tell us a story, which would involve all of our real names but the way she disguised it was to put "Princess" before our names. Also, I was her favourite so when she wasn't telling stories she was usually clambered upon my lap. She had this comfort thing she used to do, where she'd rub your earlobe (don't ask why - I don't know) so half way through some terrifying ordeal I'd just feel this tiny thing on my ear and jump upright, toppling over my beloved relatives.


I live for these memories. I'd thoroughly recommended packing your most loved family members into tiny cramped spaces and trying to scare the shit out of them. I swear, they'll love you for it. >:]



10 comments:

  1. I loved the story about the spiders! This one made me laugh too, grandparents are so cute!!!! I can think of similar experiences I've shared, I absolutely hate ghosts and scary stuff I'm too much of a wimp, I'd have loved it when I was younger but there'd be no chance of me going in a scary ghost cupboard now haha;) xxx
    Becky Shannon xx - Life-by-Becky

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    1. Haha! Both my grans are two of the funniest women I've ever met, had to share a few stories haha xx

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  2. I absolutely love this post! Your grandma sounds like such a wonderful woman and this sounds like so much fun! I mean, aside from all the scariness (which I happen to love!) it left you with so many wonderful memories which is the real point! I loved reading this post! XO -Kim
    www.thethirtysomethinglife.com

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    1. I must admit - I do love the scariness but I am a big wimp at the same time. Your comments are absolutely lovely, thank you so much :) xx

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  3. Hey! I have nominated you for the Versatile Bloggers award! Here is the link.. http://www.tiffanymay.org/2015/11/the-versatile-bloggers-award-2015.html

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    xo | tiffany

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    1. Aw thank you lovely! :) I'll have a read and check it out x

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  4. Haha this is so crazy but it sounds super fun. It sounds like such a fun memory and a tradition to carry on. When we were kids, my brothers and I used to turn out all the lights in the house so it was pitch black and 2 of us would hide. My brother would pretend to be a gorilla and make the scariest sounds and run around the house in the dark trying to find us. We called it mad monkey and it sounds so silly but it was terrifying but so fun haha xx

    Sophie Elizabeth
    www.popcornandglitter.co.uk

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    1. Haha that's amazing! Funny you should say that, my sister mentioned randomly the other day about when we used to play "hidey in the dark" although that was usually just the two of us so wasn't as scary as your mad monkey by the sounds of things! xx

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  5. This is so funny and adorable. That's great that you got to see you gran every week. I'm super jealous! My grandparents were 3 hours away. :(

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    1. Aw no :( Growing up I was really lucky, all my immediate family stayed in the same town. Lucky for me that is, I was such an annoying kid haha.

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