Somewhere in the Skies - BONUS: A Haunted Christmas

Episode Date: December 24, 2021

Ryan shares a classic ghost story of a haunted Christmas. A Very Happy Holiday Season to all of you and a Happy New Year as well! Patreon: www.patreon.com/somewhereskies Website: www.somewhereintheskies.com YouTube Channel: CLICK HERE Official Store: CLICK HERE Somewhere in the Skies Coffee: CLICK HERE  Order Ryan’s book in paperback, ebook, or audiobook by CLICKING HERE Twitter: @SomewhereSkies Instagram: @SomewhereSkiesPod Somewhere in the Skies Subreddit: www.reddit.com/r/SomewhereSkiesPod/ Watch Mysteries Decoded for free at www.CWseed.com Opening Theme Song, "Ephemeral Reign" by Per Kiilstofte SOMEWHERE IN THE SKIES is part of the eOne podcast network. To learn more, CLICK HERE Copyright © 2021 Ryan Sprague. All rights reserved. Copyright Disclaimer: Under Section 107 of the Copyright Act 1976, allowance is made for "fair use" for purposes such as criticism, comment, news reporting, teaching, scholarship and research. Fair use is a use permitted by copyright statute that might otherwise be infringing. Non-profit, educational or personal use tips the balance in favor of fair use. Support this show http://supporter.acast.com/somewhere-in-the-skies. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

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and had walked across town to attend a service. Now he regretted his choice as he passed dark house after dark house in the snowy night and the footsteps continued to follow. He sped up until he was nearly running and skidded into the street. A few more paces brought him

to the bottom of his front steps and he dashed up them, he realized suddenly that the following footsteps had ceased. He glanced behind him at the cross street from which he had just turned and saw only one pair of footprints in the snow-covered street when there should have been too. He was baffled, and he then shuddered as a cold breeze struck him, driving snow against his collar and slammed against the door,

almost it seemed to pass through the door. But that was superstitious nonsense. His hand was shaking as he unlocked the front door and hurried inside. He expected darkness, but was delighted to see the yellow glow of firelight coming from his study doorway upstairs. His housekeeper, whom he thought firmly asleep in her attic bedroom, must have lit the fire. pending his return. He shrugged out of his coat and paused for a moment, a maze to find it still warm and dry,

though he had walked for more than a mile through a snowstorm. It was almost as if he'd been walking in a bubble of calm air, though he remembered the soft snowflakes hitting his face when he first stepped out of church before the mysterious footsteps began. His shudder was interrupted by a shout of greeting as his old friend, Andy, came hurrying out of the study. His whole face lit up in a grin at the unexpected surprise. The two men shook hands heartily and retreated back to the warmth of the firelight, talking so fast they stumbled over each other's words. Andy had left town years ago to take a government job.

in Washington, D.C., and they hadn't seen each other ever since. Nearly an hour had passed before it occurred to him that his guest might be hungry. His offer of a meal was instantly accepted, but Andy was unwilling to leave the comfort of the fire to eat in the kitchen. So the man jogged downstairs alone to fetch some food for Andy. He didn't wonder at his friend's reluctance to join him in the kitchen. Andy had looked very pale and it kept shivering with cold while they talked. He hoped his friend wasn't ailing for anything, so he let him stay by the fightlight.

A few moments later, he was back with warmed up meat and potatoes and a couple glasses of beer, apologizing profusely as he handed Andy a plate for the mismatched dinnerware. Andy just laughed and hunkered down to eat. When they were both finished, he showed his friend to a guest room and then tumbled into his own bed to sleep. All his apprehension caused by mysterious footsteps forgotten in the visit of his friend. It was now Christmas morning. He jumped out of bed and dashed immediately downstairs to the guest room to rouse his friend. But Andy wasn't there, and the bed had not been slept in.

The man ran down to look into the study, but Andy wasn't there either. And one plate was full of food sitting on the end table beside his old friend's chair. It was completely untouched, though he'd seen Andy eating from it the night before. Skin creeping at the thought, the man ran to the kitchen and asked his housekeeper if she'd seen Andy. but the housekeeper had seen no one either the previous night or this morning. The man flopped down on the bottom step of the stair, pellies. Completely baffled. Where had Andy gone?

It was a mystery that plagued him all Christmas Day, and he did not enjoy this holiday dinner at all, a fact that annoyed his housekeeper. He was awakened the next morning from a row of, restless sleep by the sound of the front doorbell. He stumbled out of bed and was splashing water from the bedside pitcher onto his sleepy eyes when a knock came at his bedroom door. When he answered, his housekeeper handed him a telegram that had just arrived. As she hurried back downstairs to prepare his breakfast, he opened it curiously, not knowing who would be telegraphing him so urgently. As he read

the telegram, he started to tremble. The message was short and to the point. Andy's family regretted to inform him that his old friend had passed away on Christmas Eve. In his home in Washington, D.C. The man sat down on the bed, the telegram fluttering away from his hand. He'd spent Christmas Eve with Andy indeed. But it was spent with that of Andy's ghost.