evil lurking

about this thing of evil that i saw in my room i really don't know how to this day i stayed in my room didn't even call for help i was so scared.i had gone to bed and it was the dead of night say 2 or 3 am in the morning the house was silent was in my room alone mummy and Laura were up in the loft asleep and daddy asleep in his room i always kept my bedroom door shut i suddenly awoke and i knew something or someone was in my room there was a most terrible feeling i could see something black standing at the end of my bed still like a statue and silent all in black and unmoving i was beyond scared the atmosphere in the room was of evil i just laid there i know i prayed to god over and over please god help me make it go i closed my eyes and kept them tightly shut i just lay there still on my back then the thing sat down on my legs that is how i knew i wasn't imagining it i felt this heavy weight at some point it must have gone and i must have slept the rest of the night how did i not call out or scream or run up to mummy i was just a girl not sure how old somewhere between the ages of 9 to 14 as i never wrote dates down wish i had now but back then i never considered it i don't know to this day how i coped with that night i think it was because i was too scared to go past the thing it was definitely something from hell.where as the ghost of the women that i saw i was not afraid of at all.things continued to disappear every day my dad would take our dogs for a walk it was a family joke that sometimes he would just take them across the road to bobs and back which was directly across the road and back if he was being lazy my dad was always one for the arm chair and telly mummy and daddy always kept the dogs leads hanging up on hooks in the cupboard under the stairs every day my dad would hang them back up in the same place this particular day my dad went to get the dogs leads and they were gone he knew he'd hung them up the day before he searched high and low for them with no success the dogs went with out there walk for a couple of days about the 3rd day the leads were back on the hooks in there place in the cupboard, strange never did know where they went for 2 days, none of us took them .our lives continued happy go lucky mummy and daddy often took us to coombe woods coombe gardens and Lloyd's park daddy didn't really ever want to go although he went along with it he'd sometimes be fuming in the car waiting to go home to get back to the telly mummy often says do you remember that time we all went over Loyd's park and it was thick with snow and we all rolled down the hill in the snow including mummy as like i said she was all for us kids and always joined in the fun daddy stood there fuming and told us all to get up what would people think he always worried what anyone might think while none of us cared.we was truly ourselves and lived in our own happy world at the time that's not to say that every day was so great cause there was unhappy times too but not many those times were caused by other people outside the family and what seemed big then was only little things that i worried about like being called a name at school one black girl in those days we called them coloured girl had taken to call me names on the way home from school and she always appeared from nowhere and i would here her calling me Ribeanna i don't know why i cared about it at the time as my surname was Rigby somehow shed connected it with Ribeanna this went on for months eventually i just laughed at her and she stopped it never done it again and even started talking to me nicely each day.i had now made other friends at woodside juniors sandra thomas who was a big cloured girl she was loads of fun also mandy ingram who was a small blond girl both of these lived in grant road by this time i was in mr roberts class he was of the old school and didnt really feel i enjoyed his lessons he was too strict for me always kept the class behind after school this would go on for over an hour cause no one would be quite i always panicked if i was late out i dont know why but i was scared stiff my mum or dad wouldnt wait for me to take me home normally daddy met us in his blue morris minor cant remember whether it was the dark blue one or light blue but he had several of these cars .the first boy i ever liked was when i was 8 years old peter galany lived somewhere down by the brickworks opposite the school he was a quite nice boy used to dream about him all the time my last year at woodside was spent in miss viles class and tricia dawe who lived in spring lane with her sister and very strict mum became my best freinds tricia could talk she talked so much and sharon doyle also sat on our table and she talked more than tricia,sarah bevan who was also a freind was in mr junkinsons class i remember him with a big mostache,very strict and always bellowing and shouting at the kids sarah was always standing outside the headmasters room and would always laugh when we went buy in the corridor because she was in discrace again she was a funny girl who we stayed freinds with for years she lived at he back of the school in conistan road i had sometimes gone to her house and i remember her mum still had a beehive hairstyle somehow she aquired the name of horsebag bevan and we would nay about her mum we was just as creul at times mummy always said what good girls we were and that she never had any trouble with us but i could be horrible at times of cause im sorry now deeply so and il excuse myself in saying i was just growing up.like i said before we was great friends with the laws family down the road we always played inthe street with pamela laws and sometimes her brother keith they was always willing to be horrid at times to others in the street if pamela would ever knock on her own front door while she was out playing her mum would always shout out clear off she was a kind of wild left to her self girl one day in the street a new family were moving into a house known to us as the dead ladys house this was a family from kenya which consited of seema ,sheena and tim we soon got to know them seema was in my class at woodside came in the last year theres was a very good family posh with money also they were all a students the type that done there work so even though we hang around with them wentin there house etc there were times we was horrid me laura and pamela would all go ehind the green gates in our road to make plans about seema and sheena calling them names etci was due to leave woodside in the summer although my best friend was tricia dawe she wouldnt be in my class at davidson high as we already knew our classes inletters before we left seema was the only person i knew who would be in my class my life from then on was destined to be boring seema khan as my best friend a straight a student i couldnt envisage this anyhow this was my fate my first day at davidson i went in the class ready to sit next to seema when i saw this indian girl sitting by herself i sat down next to her this was the beginning of a very happy and extremly fun friendshipthat went o right through school and afterwards i dont think anyone in the whole school had as happy time as we had.later in life gita said to me we was happy helen wasnt we!