Ghost Story

Sleeping in a old shack like on picture is not tempting my tent was 50 m away from the small gray stoned shack and it was really cold, so way not it will be warmer there. ! I don’t know exactly when it was built, but I’m guessing early 19th century. Now it is September, when things were starting to get dark and it got darker. Sleeping in this old shack, and hearing before about how everything hear is so haunted, it naturally crosses your mind at some point whether you’re the only one hanging out in the Highland. But I felt like I was. But on one of these cracks in the stone wall, I woke up, and found that I couldn’t move, and I couldn’t breathe. I was sort of paralyzed, and at the side of my sleeping bag, some kind of woman – not a good woman, she was bad – was hovering around facilitating the suffocation. It felt like it went on for awhile. Eventually I came out of it, gasping for air, and I thought, Okay, well. Now I know. I have seen a ghost.