Cora Applebaum sat with her eyes wide open staring at the screen in front of her. Research into the house she lived in had turned up much more than she expected.
It appeared that before her parents bought the house in Dyson Street it had been the home for four generations of the Casey Family.
The Casey’s had not had a happy time living there. There was evidence of children dying in childbirth, marriages torn apart by war and in the years prior to their owning the house it was thought the Martha Casey had been murdered in the room Cora now occupied.
The more she read the sadder she felt for a family that did it tough through each generation.
Martha Casey had been married to Ronald Casey, a railway worker, and they had three children, Donald, Miriam and Susan. Ronald Casey drank, was often arrested for drunkenness and it was suspected bashed his wife in his drunken rages.
The children would cower in their rooms waiting for him to fall asleep before coming to help their mother.
Martha Casey was found dead one morning, her body at the bottom of the stairs, her skull smashed in.
Her husband claimed she had fallen down the stairs and so the police agreed and left Ronald and his children to their fate.
The children moved away at some point and Ronald Casey was left alone and died one night but it was several days before anyone came looking for him.
So, this was the house Cora Applebaum now lived in. Each night the breathing continued and as time went by Cora adapted to the spectacle of the breathing and the mist and the apparition.
The previous night she had written ‘Incident 37’in which the grey-haired woman had once again appeared and seemed to want to speak but disappeared before Cora heard anything.
Tonight, she was again awake and listening to the breathing. It was stronger than ever before. The mist appeared, the woman came from the mist and stood at the end of Cora’s bed.
Cora hovered under the covers, the woman seemed closer than ever, the cold was more intense. Then the bed moved, not rocked as you might expect but moved and began to spin. Cora was more terrified than ever.
She opened her eyes to see the walls moving in an opposite direction to her bed, not only that but she could feel the bed was lifting off the floor.
At the height of the spin, the woman’s face appeared before Cora’s. It was as clear as could be. The woman opened her mouth and said: “Let me go?” This she repeated several times before disappearing back into the mist as the bed slowed and eventually stopped.
The breathing that began the incident was replaced by Cora’s own breathing as she took stock of what had happened. She was drawing in deep breaths, her clothing and bedding were soaked as always, she lay still unsure what she’d witnessed was over.
Once recovered, in dry clothes and having this time changed her bedding she took out her laptop and began her report.
Incident 38: “The woman spoke to me. She asked to be let go. Tomorrow night when she comes, I’ll tell her to go, that’s it ok, she can go, she can rest in peace.”