Well, I was in Krakow, and was in this awesome hostel called Hostel Deco. It was probably the best value hostel I have ever stayed in, with beautiful solid wooden bunks, trendy retro styling with photos of Garbo (I think), massive table in the middle of the room, spotless bathrooms, and a great breakfast. http://www.hostelbookers.com/property/index.cfm?fuseaction=propertyDynamic.overview&intpropertyID=5634&strArrivalDate=2011-05-04&intNights=2
There was only one problem with it. I could not sleep well in that room! I kept on having nightmares. Well, I came to the conclusion that someone must have died in that room, or in that bed. Ridiculous, I know, but what other plausible explanation is there, because I sleep like a log?
I have my cousins to blame for these thoughts. They told me ghost stories in London:
1. A friend had to get drunk each night, because she needed a drunken sleep to ignore the ghost getting into her bed each night. *argh*
2. My cousins asked me which room I'm sleeping in, in Cambridge. I asked "WHY DO YOU ASK!???" Because there's one room that doesn't like girls. "WHAT!!!" Yeah, we always have nightmares in that room - it doesn't like us. (I'm not sure if I can stay in that house anymore, by the way).
So, anyway, I told my room mate, Nancy, in Hostel Deco, and she told me some more ghost stories:
3. One day, she was icing her ankle, and fell asleep. When she woke, hours later, the ice had no melted! But she didn't realise put 2 and 2 together, until she had a bath one day, and found the water never got cold, then had a bath another day, and the water went freezing. She mentioned this to her housemate, and she matter-of-factly said - yeah, we've got a friendly male ghost, he does things with water. If it bothers you, I can burn some incence to get rid of him. Nancy just shrugged her shoulders, but I would have flipped out.
Anyway, so I'm in Zakopane now, and I really didn't sleep well. My new housemate is an older lady, and she is always licking her lips like a snake, and making funny noises. She took so long to get ready for bed as well, and then she did a very peculiar thing - she went to the window with a plastic bag in the moonlight. Well, after hearing the ghost stories, I of course thought was burning incence or something, or leading a seance. Great, in the same room as snake lady who talks with the dead. Hmmm, I'll sleep well tonight! And no, I didn't sleep well. I keep on waking up, expecting to see her standing over me in the middle of the night, backlit by moonlight... I gotta go now - she's coming back into the room!
PS - My nightmares in Hostel Deco were about my football team, the HAWKS losing... No wonder I couldn't sleep.
PPS - some photos from a sleepwalk in Krakow, Poland. I just found them on my camera - I guess the ghost must have taken them. ;)
There was only one problem with it. I could not sleep well in that room! I kept on having nightmares. Well, I came to the conclusion that someone must have died in that room, or in that bed. Ridiculous, I know, but what other plausible explanation is there, because I sleep like a log?
I have my cousins to blame for these thoughts. They told me ghost stories in London:
1. A friend had to get drunk each night, because she needed a drunken sleep to ignore the ghost getting into her bed each night. *argh*
2. My cousins asked me which room I'm sleeping in, in Cambridge. I asked "WHY DO YOU ASK!???" Because there's one room that doesn't like girls. "WHAT!!!" Yeah, we always have nightmares in that room - it doesn't like us. (I'm not sure if I can stay in that house anymore, by the way).
So, anyway, I told my room mate, Nancy, in Hostel Deco, and she told me some more ghost stories:
3. One day, she was icing her ankle, and fell asleep. When she woke, hours later, the ice had no melted! But she didn't realise put 2 and 2 together, until she had a bath one day, and found the water never got cold, then had a bath another day, and the water went freezing. She mentioned this to her housemate, and she matter-of-factly said - yeah, we've got a friendly male ghost, he does things with water. If it bothers you, I can burn some incence to get rid of him. Nancy just shrugged her shoulders, but I would have flipped out.
Anyway, so I'm in Zakopane now, and I really didn't sleep well. My new housemate is an older lady, and she is always licking her lips like a snake, and making funny noises. She took so long to get ready for bed as well, and then she did a very peculiar thing - she went to the window with a plastic bag in the moonlight. Well, after hearing the ghost stories, I of course thought was burning incence or something, or leading a seance. Great, in the same room as snake lady who talks with the dead. Hmmm, I'll sleep well tonight! And no, I didn't sleep well. I keep on waking up, expecting to see her standing over me in the middle of the night, backlit by moonlight... I gotta go now - she's coming back into the room!
PS - My nightmares in Hostel Deco were about my football team, the HAWKS losing... No wonder I couldn't sleep.
PPS - some photos from a sleepwalk in Krakow, Poland. I just found them on my camera - I guess the ghost must have taken them. ;)
"Always licking her lips like a snake" just caused me to send a loud laugh through the halls of my hostel at 1am in the morning! Reminds me of Heath Ledger in The Dark Knight role of the Joker. Yikes! Hope you get some sleep one of these nights! Double Luck.
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ReplyDeleteHaha. She's probably Valdemort in disguise. You're lucky you got to sleep in the same room as a parsel-tongue little brother! :-P
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