27 September 2016 | Your Stories
Staying with the fish theme today…. I don’t know about you, but this story freaks me out!
When this took place I was five years old, or maybe a little younger. Surrounded by my toys I played in the living room alone as I often did. On this day I remember it was raining and grey and I was playing with my game of toy fishing instead of the garden which was my usual haunt. It was a simple toy which included a circular dish which would be filled with plastic fish, and tiny fishing rods with magnets attached to the end. The aim was simply catch a fish with the magnet on the rod. It was meant for two people or more but often I played it by myself.
As I caught more and more fish I placed them on the carpet beside me, stacking them neatly as I angled for the last few remaining fish. This was when I saw it, a hand, a human hand which darted from behind the sofa and snatched up one of my plastic fish from my pile. It happened so quickly that it took me a while to react. Yet as quick as it had happened, I knew what I had seen as I also knew that I was completely alone in that room.
It took my mother entering the room before I drew up the courage to follow my fish, but as I peered around the back of the sofa I knew it would not be there, and it wasn’t. It had gone and after searching and searching I never found it again, even though I always kept an eye out for that small plastic fish.
I never told my parents, I have never told anyone this incident, I’m not sure why, as I often thought of it over the years.
Submitted by G Hamilton
Photo – Grune Fische by Born Laczay
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