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Have you ever seen a ghost?

My grandfather died in 1987. That night the wall fell over outside his house in Streatham. A day later a hurricane ripped through England - unpredicted by the weather men. My grandmother was convinced that this was the result of his unrested spirit angry at being dead. (He always was a bit of a miserable sod.) The cataclysmic weather conditions didn't abait until she shouted 'Husband be gone. Look for the light.' (She was a kind of fanciful person herself.)

Can you beat that? (Funniest / scariest stories will be used in the B3ta Radio Halloween Special on Friday.)

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rob, Mon 27 Oct 2003, 21:59, archived)

I've seen very strange things up on Alderly Edge,

but my total non-belief in ghosts precludes me telling an interesting story. Sorry.

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supermoore: HUNG, Mon 27 Oct 2003, 22:02, archived)

Weird stone of Brazinghamen (not sure of spelling)

is someting very much to do with Alderly Edge

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steponfrog dribblygreenstuffdriblingfrommynoes, Mon 27 Oct 2003, 22:04, archived)

perzackerly

(see below)

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verbal, Mon 27 Oct 2003, 22:06, archived)

It is a fascinating place

if you're interested in Arthurian legend. It's mental at halloween too, many druids and the like. All bollocks though.

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supermoore: HUNG, Mon 27 Oct 2003, 22:07, archived)

<chant>Ken

Barlow </chant>

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verbal, Mon 27 Oct 2003, 22:09, archived)

There will be

an American Indian Pow Wow somewhere in Wales, again... (I know not Halloween stuff, but interesting)

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steponfrog dribblygreenstuffdriblingfrommynoes, Mon 27 Oct 2003, 22:33, archived)

'twas probably Alan Garner

trying to rekindle public interest

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verbal, Mon 27 Oct 2003, 22:05, archived)

I was in Alderley on Saturday.

Perhaps it was me.

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sp3ccylad carries on breathing all the way up to, say, Tue 28 Oct 2003, 12:53, archived)

Alderley Edge

I was so glad not to be working on Friday, I hate being around there on Halloween - freaky fuckers doing all sorts of shite.

(Yednab, Mon 3 Nov 2003, 0:25, archived)

No but I had a ghost steal a gold necklace pendant off me

whilst doing a ouja board.
And I had a ghost hug me once. I nearly shat the bed with fright. Luckily I didn't though. Phew.

(Nacho, Mon 27 Oct 2003, 22:02, archived)

more detail please

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rob, Mon 27 Oct 2003, 22:04, archived)

I was at college doing a ouja board with this goth guy, who was 'in charge' of it cos he knew what he was doing.

He advised me to take off my star of David whilst doing it, so I took the chain with the pendant off from my neck, did the chain up and put the necklace in my top pocket of my denim jackeet, and did the pocket up. I was wearing the jacket the whole time, no one touched me and I didn't move. When we finished doing the ouja board, I got the necklace out and the pendant had vanished. It was nowhere around me, and I never found it.
I am also 100% sure that ouja boards work because I've been the only one with a hand on the glass, and it fucking moves. And your whole forearm aches with some weird energy that feels like it's going through it. Spooky.
After a few more weird things, I promised myself I would never touch them again.

(Nacho, Mon 27 Oct 2003, 22:09, archived)

How does that explain the bed?

'cuse me for asking....

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Tart Monkey, Mon 27 Oct 2003, 22:11, archived)

The bed....

I was lying in bed, alone, not stoned or anything. I was lying on my bed and I felt something pushing down on me. I thought, 'the cat's just jumped on the bed'. Then I realised that my cat lived at my mum's house not at my college house. As I thought this I felt someone hugging me really tightly, but not in an evil way. It was pitch black, and I was too terrified to move or scream or anything. A year or so later I saw a psychic and he said, 'do you realise there is a spirit of a child in your house and they spend time in your room because they really like you?'

(Nacho, Mon 27 Oct 2003, 22:17, archived)

I'm sorry to ask...

But have you ever heard of "Old Hag" or sleep apnea?

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Scoopzilla http://www.slapwatch.com now get to fuck, Mon 27 Oct 2003, 22:20, archived)

nope. tell me

but don't scare me too much cos I'm going to bed soon.

(Nacho, Mon 27 Oct 2003, 22:21, archived)

No no...

It's a medical condition. The majority of New Zealanders have it. Basically, your entire body and mind wake up yet you cannot move.

read this:
on OLD HAG

then read the explanation
HERE

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Scoopzilla http://www.slapwatch.com now get to fuck, Mon 27 Oct 2003, 22:27, archived)

ooh, that's very intersting.

I think I've had that on other occasions, although on that particular occasion I wasn't paralysed because I remember moving my hand to pull the duvet up. (Duvets can protect you from ghosts, burgulars, and everything). I was just too scared to walk across the room and turn the light on.
However, I am now too scared to go to bed. I have convinced myself it will now happen again tonight. Does anyone living in Brighton want to deliver me some speed to keep me awake or valium so I don't give a monkeys, please?

(Nacho, Mon 27 Oct 2003, 22:33, archived)

i find that the baseball bat next to my bed

is far more effective against burglars

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lo, the OTHER greebo warrior, Mon 27 Oct 2003, 22:47, archived)

I get that.

I got 'night terrors' when I was a kid too.

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NobbyNobody 21 years a b3tan, Tue 28 Oct 2003, 1:27, archived)

Aaaaah! Cobras!!

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bloid ....dloibbloiddloibbloid...., Tue 28 Oct 2003, 10:22, archived)

help, badgers!

they're bigger than you think

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manolith hooray for me, Tue 28 Oct 2003, 16:50, archived)

I still get night terrors.

Wake up in the middle of the night screaming bloody murder, fall back asleep, and I never remember a thing in the morning. My family doesn't particularily notice it anymore. Of course, that means I'm screwed if someone sneaks in and murders me.

(A Wooden Leg Named Smith, Tue 28 Oct 2003, 19:24, archived)

Parasomnia and all that....

Gah! I still get night terrors too - they suck! I also get into these really annoying sleep states where i'm awake enough to react, but not awake enough to realise that the people in my room are dreams!!! It can be veeeery scary! Stupid brains...:(

(Nny, Tue 28 Oct 2003, 22:11, archived)

Yowzer. Me too!

I have sat in my bed, too terrified to move for NO good reason, after waking up (supposedly) to a room full of dead cats. Disturbing, didn't dare to get up to the toilet till I wet myself. Strange?

(number 27-hunter, Wed 29 Oct 2003, 1:36, archived)

I see dead people. . . .erm. . . apparantly not

I have these too and it's friggerty scary. But it's cooler in the morning to pretend that you are like the kid in the 6th Sense.

(Firestarter, Thu 30 Oct 2003, 9:39, archived)

hey

I've had that too.
wow.
yuck.

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zog why change it now?, Tue 28 Oct 2003, 2:09, archived)

I also

have fallen victim to such an experience...
Most frightful

(chrismuzz, Tue 28 Oct 2003, 10:46, archived)

It's really horrible

i get sometimes up to 5 times a week. after a while you get used to it. I tend to start itching sometimes and i can't scratch. I had it this morning. pot smoking often helps to stop it happening. the closest i've ever seen to a ghost was this really old woman in this black dress walking through thhe woods. (this was when i was about 15 and used to live in the country. iwas walking my dog, mango) She was wearing this long black dress and was walking really slowly. i overtook her easily, and about 40 secsonds later I heard this voice shouting behind me. it sounded more like an old man than a woman and it sounded like it said "the dead man's grave". Iturned round only to see no-one there. it was elly spooky

(tom the astronaut, Wed 29 Oct 2003, 21:31, archived)

I get it

Hi get it all the time, Not so bad now but It used to happen to me sometimes 3 times a night (your body is totally paralysed but eyes are open and you can look around)

(cotc2001, Sun 2 Nov 2003, 14:24, archived)

I think

I suffer from sleep apnea/paralysis.

I can sometimes feel as though I am falling downards in a clockwise movement... really shits me up, and I have to force myself awake, which is very hard and draining, feel really exhausted after an episode. Really shits me up. {-s

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steponfrog dribblygreenstuffdriblingfrommynoes, Mon 27 Oct 2003, 22:36, archived)

And I thought it was just me.

Had it for years. I "wake" up but cannot move. Unfortunately I can still see and hear things in the real world, mixed with odd bits of dreams. ie, ticking of my clock manifests into heavy breathing. It's really fucking scary. Even after the 900th time. In fact scarier each time. Lately been hearing "voice chatter". It all happens within 2 mins of falling asleep AND even when I'm fully awake after an episode I can "feel" the noises/visions coming on again.

Also as steponfrog says, it's hard keeping yourself awake to stop them.

I have a tip though. Even though you cannot move, you can still control your breathing right? (well I can) So breathe really heavy and you'll either wake yourself up with the noise or your partner will wake you for you. 100% fact!

And as for ghosts, my ex claimed she used to talk to a little girl who went in her room. I never believed her.

Sorry for going on a bit about my sleep disorder :)

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Fronkle99, Tue 28 Oct 2003, 9:36, archived)

Breathing

Yes you are right I will try the breathing more except my hubby bloody snores so can't hear me anyway. I have tried to scream to get myself awake but it just comes out as a wisper. The other night I saw a cap (not dutch) floating around my room while I was half asleep - I am sure it was the sleeping pills or the being awake and asleep at the same time thing

(minikins, Tue 28 Oct 2003, 13:01, archived)

Not about ghosts but...

A band called 'dredg' did an album all about sleep paralysis called 'el cielo' (the skies) its a really excellent art rock album, the booklet has letters from sleep paralysis sufferers from which most of the lyrics are drawn... might be an interesting purchase for someone suffering from this...

(DopplerSow, Sun 2 Nov 2003, 12:09, archived)

Me too

But mainly when I was younger. I'd also see yellow lightning when that happens.

(Bastard Sloth, Sat 1 Nov 2003, 20:09, archived)

Sleep apnea

Have I got the 'Old Hag' syndrome?
I'm not absolutley positive I'm awake at the time, in fact i didn't give it a thought until reading these stories, but sometimes whilst asleep i am unable to move and fully aware of this fact. It's almost like I want to wake up, but can't move. I've tried to shout and wriggle etc. etc. but no joy. In the end i try so hard to physically get out of this state that I do wake and with an almighty jolt. It scares the crap out of my girlfriend. Its so terrifying though, all i do is panic and think that I'm not gonna be able to get out of it, the paralysis is something so hard to accept - its like you are no longer in control of your own body and there is nothing you can do about it. I dont recall feeling like someone was straddling me though.
Its wierd, horrible, and like someone said - the most scariest thing ever, even after its happened loads of times before - I dont like it at all.
I'm so glad others are suffering too. I thought it was only me. Its a relief to know others feel this too and now I feel like I'm part of some sort of mysterious group - like the X-Men or soemthing !!

(robkozlowski, Sun 2 Nov 2003, 20:10, archived)

*eyes wide*

"I was lying in bed, alone, not stoned or anything" - Quote of the day

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Tart Monkey, Mon 27 Oct 2003, 22:20, archived)

heh heh :P

As in it wasn't the person next to me hugging me or on top of me cos there was nobody next to me at the time.

(Nacho, Mon 27 Oct 2003, 22:22, archived)

My friend suffers from Hallucinations

She see's all sorts of thing floating around the room as she's nodding off to sleep. They even sit on the bed and talk and all that.

She's not mad. It's a medical fact.

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Tart Monkey, Mon 27 Oct 2003, 22:24, archived)

Yeah, I've had people take my hand and pull me out of my body

and when I've tried to fully wake up I can't move. Even though I thought I was awake at the time, I can't be sure, and I probably was stoned. Still scared me though. I'm such a poof.
Edit: Have now read old hag syndrome above. Fucking go and hassle someone else in their sleep, old hag. pretty please

(Nacho, Mon 27 Oct 2003, 22:28, archived)

Fair enough.

Madness is close to ~~utter madness~~ genius.

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Tart Monkey, Mon 27 Oct 2003, 22:34, archived)

I had a similar experience

I often stay in a 17th Century house in Gloucestershire and twice have had this experience.

It happens in the morning at around 7am, I will be in bed and I will "feel" the bedroom door open and someone come into the room, I "feel" it is a middle aged, motherly woman.

When I try and raise my head to look up, I can not nor can I move my arms or legs, I just feel paralysed.

(That is the only scary bit, I would not be able to cope with being paralysed!)

The person walks to the window and then walks back out of the room.

Once the person has left the room, I am able to move.

It is a very strange feeling, very unthreatening, benign and almost motherly. I am looking forward to going back so that it may happen again!

(lcp72d, Wed 29 Oct 2003, 19:47, archived)

same here

two of my friends are wiccan, and we did an ouija board one night a few years ago.

the 'vibes' you get from the glass are seriously freaky. anyone who doubts the board has never tried it...

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lo, the OTHER greebo warrior, Mon 27 Oct 2003, 22:13, archived)

my mum got a message from her dead sister in law on a ouja board

And another time when her and her mates were all doing one, someone said, 'I don't believe there's anyone there...prove it' and all the fruit rolled out of the fruit bowl and off the table, box of matches slid across the table and the lamp started swaying.
I didn't believe it till I saw it with my own eyes. It really works. They tell the truth about facts and past, and they lie about the future if they're mean spirits, just to fuck about with you.

(Nacho, Mon 27 Oct 2003, 22:20, archived)

i believe in it fully

nothing has evber freaked me out as much as the time i did the ouija board. its not realyl a story i can tell on a messageboard (far too long)

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lo, the OTHER greebo warrior, Mon 27 Oct 2003, 22:27, archived)

I am mixed

because I have seen things.. and I have come to believe in other things, or rather NOT to believe...

I mean, how much is that is really just childish BS hallucinations?

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Scoopzilla http://www.slapwatch.com now get to fuck, Mon 27 Oct 2003, 22:32, archived)

I totally believe in ghosts, spirits and all that stuff.

But I really hope I don't ever see a ghost, because I have cained it for 15 years and my heart would not withstand the shock.

(Nacho, Mon 27 Oct 2003, 22:37, archived)

Dirty Ghost

I did a ouja and a ghost came up called Brian and touched my front bum!

Randy bugger!

(Gal, Tue 28 Oct 2003, 8:36, archived)

That was me....sorry.

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sick_boy, Tue 28 Oct 2003, 15:07, archived)

Ouija Boards

Good article on Ouija boards on the Skeptics dictionary:
skepdic.com/ouija.html
Good test they mention: Try it with a blindfold and watch the spirits lose the ability to spell.

(Neilster, Tue 28 Oct 2003, 11:16, archived)

Don't You Think

that the ouija board stuff is just one GIANT placebo?
i mean stories upon stories upon stories make people believe in all sorts of crazy stuff

tbh im a physics man at heart, and if it dont obey the physical laws, it don't exist!

probably very narrow minded of me and i will try the ouija board one day + i will goto one of these spirit sessions just to see what they are on about, but i have a TOTALLY diffirent theory on the "spirit world" altogether, but this post is long enough so i wont bore you

(Moppith, Fri 31 Oct 2003, 13:13, archived)

Actually,

The spirits/demons whatever they are use your eyes in the same way they use your arms to move the glass. They are terrible spellers anyway.

If you all put your hands by your side, the glass wouldn't move would it?

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Black Moon Not cracked, I'm all up to be., Sat 1 Nov 2003, 3:11, archived)

I haven't done it...

but I don't doubt it... it scares the creaky crap out of me.

Three of my friends took part in some kind of Ouija Board thing when I was at college, and they reported to everyone that it was complete rubbish -- as none of them knew anyone called Kate M. (which was what it had spelt out).

Two weeks later they were all involved in a very serious car accident in a car belonging to an asian guy they had just met called Katem.

Me no like.

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Micro Prawnvica, Tue 28 Oct 2003, 11:28, archived)

indeed. If only

we could train the bloody ouija board spirits
to do something useful, like drive electrical
generators or something. Instead they just
prat about, wasting all that effort to merely
scare and confuse the odd person here or there
-- damn those lazy, shiftless workshy spirits!
Get a job, you hear me?

Damn, this sodding ouija board isn't working.

Edit: on the subject of electrical generators,
go see 2228864

(haberman is singing in the changes, Tue 28 Oct 2003, 15:04, archived)

ah, upgrades, schmuckgrades

www.johnfanzine.com/netto/?id=1

(Hikikomori** watching cartoons on, Sat 1 Nov 2003, 15:58, archived)

Is that the past-tense

or what?

(number 27-hunter, Wed 29 Oct 2003, 1:31, archived)

i hope

well i hope u caqlled in the police to investigate and had the ghost arrested

(Darkoverlord_69, Sat 1 Nov 2003, 3:58, archived)

i ate an apple fritter once

and a ghost popped out

(Corn Dog, Mon 27 Oct 2003, 22:02, archived)

nope, that just about tops it

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huggybear, Mon 27 Oct 2003, 22:02, archived)

I've seen things

I've seen them with my eyes.
I've seen things, they're often in disguise, like carrots, handbags, cheese, etc etc.

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Or is it?, Mon 27 Oct 2003, 22:03, archived)

you bastard!

*hums to self for the next two hours*

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mrRush, Mon 27 Oct 2003, 22:24, archived)

kuala lumpur

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lo, the OTHER greebo warrior, Mon 27 Oct 2003, 22:48, archived)

i hate you for that

im gonna go to bed in a minute and sing away dammit

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Azra3l Lubrication Persuasion and Brute Force ™, Tue 28 Oct 2003, 0:09, archived)

I did a poo

when I looked in the toilet it had mysteriously vanished without flushing it!

(||lll||ll||lll|| ||lll||ll||lll||, Mon 27 Oct 2003, 22:03, archived)

that is truly

a ghostly defication!

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Muns, Mon 27 Oct 2003, 22:04, archived)

you too?

really!?

(Corn Dog, Mon 27 Oct 2003, 22:05, archived)

Yep

and when I wiped my bum there was no trace of poo yet I clearly felt it come out and heard a splash!

(||lll||ll||lll|| ||lll||ll||lll||, Mon 27 Oct 2003, 22:06, archived)

i'm a cryptozoologist

of some sort, and i find that purely interesting

(Corn Dog, Mon 27 Oct 2003, 22:09, archived)

do what i do.

chuck some bog roll down first. it stops the ghosts from stealing the poo and flicking ectoplasm into your ringpiece.

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Muns, Mon 27 Oct 2003, 22:09, archived)

...

Funniest thing I've heard in a while

(Ginger_fish_, Tue 28 Oct 2003, 9:36, archived)

Thanks

I've just got a bollocking at work because that made me laugh so much. My monitor is covered in tea.

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Kali, Thu 30 Oct 2003, 12:36, archived)

that's called

'drawing the ace'

(Nacho, Mon 27 Oct 2003, 22:11, archived)

hahah

hahahahahaha

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vulga is a foul mouthed cunt, Mon 27 Oct 2003, 22:12, archived)

hello you. You alright?

Have you had any progress obtaining those pictures I mentioned?

(Nacho, Mon 27 Oct 2003, 22:24, archived)

ah yes

I found a whole archive of them at my house. Which I will have to tirelessly look for very soon. I'm still at Splash in Worthing right now, so I'll have to start looking tomorrow.

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vulga is a foul mouthed cunt, Mon 27 Oct 2003, 22:38, archived)

I'm sure you'll enjoy your research once you get into it!

I'm gonna stop thinking about you researching right NOW. Oh, Dracula's on, can't cope, must turn over. On my own and scared now.

(Nacho, Mon 27 Oct 2003, 22:43, archived)

I thought they were called

angel poos

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Jay, Wed 29 Oct 2003, 14:41, archived)

False alarm

You just farted.

(Arsenic, Fri 13 Jul, 2:73 and, Tue 28 Oct 2003, 6:08, archived)

So he's to blame for the hurricane blowing down my fence?

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Cassidy : Vissi d'arte, Mon 27 Oct 2003, 22:03, archived)

I believe this to be true

I seem to remember shooing away a dog that was pissing on my grandparents wall one day - it was a dog I'd known for a few years, but I'd never seen him without his owner, so I thought I'd better go and tell someone I'd seen the dog out loose.

no-one would believe me though, due to the dog having died the previous week...

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JustHere4Coffee remembers when all o' this were car parks, Mon 27 Oct 2003, 22:03, archived)

that was me

falsely guised as your dog

fool

(Corn Dog, Mon 27 Oct 2003, 22:10, archived)

i was convinced

that the above message mentioned a dog pissing on their grandparents. i read it again but preferred my version

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manolith hooray for me, Tue 28 Oct 2003, 17:03, archived)

A poltergheist once trashed my house,

and bit my ankle.

I said poltergheist; it turned out to be our neighbours' poodle.

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verbal, Mon 27 Oct 2003, 22:04, archived)

a pottergeist

leaves vases and coil pots around the place.

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_null_, Mon 27 Oct 2003, 22:05, archived)

and supports

Stoke City, I would imagine

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verbal, Mon 27 Oct 2003, 22:07, archived)

My Dad opened a Ghost in a can

they were selling when Ghostbusters 2 was on at the cinema.

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Lethe is carrying a spade. SPANG., Mon 27 Oct 2003, 22:05, archived)

i was having a poop

and accidentally pooped out a ghost, then he ran off with my car, and burnt my house.

And thats how it happened Mr.Insureance Man, honest

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ChaosTime The Fucking Moon Lord, Mon 27 Oct 2003, 22:05, archived)

Can't top it,

but where I used to live in Brighton, there was a small part of the middle floor of the building that when you walked over to it, you felt cold.
There was no explanation for it, it was right in the middle of the floor and there were no air vents nearby or anything.
The road I used to live on was Brighton's "red-light" district shortly after completion and so my house was basically full of whores (mmm, whores) at some earlier stage in it's life. What had happened was that one night, this bloke had visited a prostitute, raped her and killed her. Then he killed himself in the room right next to this "cold" area.

If you stood there long enough and the house was empty, you could hear what sounded like scratching noises...

Although we put that down to the house being infested with squirrels.

*edit* the cold thing was never explained.

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vulga is a foul mouthed cunt, Mon 27 Oct 2003, 22:07, archived)

what road was that in?

(Nacho, Mon 27 Oct 2003, 22:25, archived)

Clifton Hill. It used to have gates on the top and bottom of it to contain the lewdness. Which is where the "saucy seaside" image comes from apparently.

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vulga is a foul mouthed cunt, Mon 27 Oct 2003, 22:32, archived)

Ooh, ghosts 5 minutes from my house.

I'd have thought Clifton Hill would be a nicer area, what with the childrens hospital at the end of the road!
Was this a house just a couple of houses nearer my road from the Crescent, on the same side?

(Nacho, Mon 27 Oct 2003, 22:40, archived)

Yes. It's

No. 2, it's big and scary in itself.
When my own room on the top floor had to have some maintenance (new roof) put on it, I had to stay in the middle-flor spare room. I shit it every time I had to go through the hallway as that is where I could swear I could see things moving every time I went through without turning on the light.

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vulga is a foul mouthed cunt, Mon 27 Oct 2003, 22:44, archived)

are 'the whether men' a folk act from the west country?

ahem

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alistair, Mon 27 Oct 2003, 22:09, archived)

typo corrected

cheers. BTW: robrobrobrobrob, I had to deleted your bit. No offense. But as I'm linking from the front page I didn't want people put off from telling their stories with a huge subthread at the top of the page without any ghost stories in it.

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rob, Mon 27 Oct 2003, 22:18, archived)

I'd be getting Watchdog to investigate

the state of the building trade in Streatham.

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Tart Monkey, Mon 27 Oct 2003, 22:09, archived)

they already have

how spooky is that!

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lo, the OTHER greebo warrior, Mon 27 Oct 2003, 22:14, archived)

Eeeek

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Tart Monkey, Mon 27 Oct 2003, 22:16, archived)

i got seriously freaked out on an ouija board once...

i was with two wiccans (witches) and stuff started moving on the shelf above the fireplace, which was about 10ft away from us

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lo, the OTHER greebo warrior, Mon 27 Oct 2003, 22:10, archived)

OK then.

I used to run a pub in Warrington called the Barleymow. It's a very old tudor building with all the creaks and groans associated with it. There was also a perpetual draught from the loft the entire time I was there, despite many attempts to fix it. All the while this was accompanied by the usual stereos turning themselves on and off, clothes moving around etc. Eventually he builders took a whole section of floor out, and discovered documents and clothing belonging to someone who had once hidden in the standard-for-the-period priest hole. I moved out shortly after, and apparently the new occupants have never noted anything strange. Apparently the "haunting" is quite well documented. I put it down to shoddy loft insulation personally.

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supermoore: HUNG, Mon 27 Oct 2003, 22:13, archived)

either that...

or the Herion, eh?

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Scoopzilla http://www.slapwatch.com now get to fuck, Mon 27 Oct 2003, 22:34, archived)

You used to run the Barleymow?

I've drunk there. And helped throw my mate out when he got rowdy.

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Flapjack I spay a little mare for you, Tue 28 Oct 2003, 13:56, archived)

I used to run a pub.

Then I drank all the profits and I am a ghost of my former self through the ravages of alcohol!

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d.r._and_quinch when will you be famous?, Tue 28 Oct 2003, 17:12, archived)

very haunted pub

i too used to run a pub called the whittington in, near kidderminster , the pub was built in 1310 by dick wittingtons great grandfather. charles 2nd stayed there on his escape from the battle of worcester and also lady jane grey lived there as a child. the pub has several priest holes in various places, where the persecuted jesuit priests would hide.
i saw many many strange events whilst i lived there, a cavalier appears around the cellar and bar area , lights and taps would turn on and off randomly. also the ghost of lady jane grey is said to haunt the 1st floor ( where i lived). one night i was awoken to the sound of what seemed like about 3-6 children running outside my room laughing and giggling. being the only one in the place and having no children you could say i shat myself somewhat ( not all the way though, maybe i touched cloth!! :) )
the sound of horses can sometimes be heard too by the main entrance and a several monks have been seen & heard on the top floor.
not a nice place to live believe me.

(chop chop old boy, Fri 31 Oct 2003, 16:23, archived)

I used to live in a haunted house

My old house in Chicago had a ghost. The house was built in 1870 and I think it was the ghost of a child because the things that happened were always playful. The lights on the third floor in the playroom would turn on and off while the my children were playing in there -- it go so the babysitter refused to go to the third floor. Doors throughout the house would open or close on their own and toys would suddenly turn on or move across the floor. Once my sister was visiting with her children she decided to take a nap in the guest room. She was awakened by the bed bouncing up and down and thought it was her son, so she said, "Stop it, Alex," but when she rolled over she was alone in the room. Everyone who slept in that room told us the bed sometimes bounced up and down as if a child were jumping on it. My kids got used to it and when someone was over and a building block suddenly moved across the floor towards a visitor, they would say, "Oh, the ghost wants to play with you." We used to leave the front door unlocked so we didn't have to use a key and one day, unbeknownst to me, the button in the door had been pushed so it would lock. I was alone in the house and as I headed to the front door, a skeleton key flew out from a door to the dining room and landed at my feet, about 5 feet from the door. I put it back and only realized the ghost was trying to tell me something about a key when I got home later that day and was locked out. Eventually the ghost went away on its own, but I wish it hadn't.

(Cheril, Mon 27 Oct 2003, 22:13, archived)

Not really a ghost story

should have been in the pranks thread....

I was working in a factory a few years ago in the warehouse. It got dark in there, especially at night with no light from the windows. It was quite a creepy place and so ghost stories started to circulate, and it soon emerged that our supervisor was a devout believer in ghosts. We started circulating one story about a previous worker who had died there one time when a shelf broke and a large container landed on him, crushing his head. Every night at midnight (conveniently around the supervisors break time) the ghost would walk the warehouse corridors.

So once the stories were well and truly ingrained in the supervisors psyche, we waited for his lunchbreak then we took a boiler suit (the uniform for the factory) and tied gloves and boots onto the ends, stuffed it with tissue paper. Then the paper that was hanging out the neck was painted red. We then suspended it from wires in a dark spot of the warehouse and waited for him to do the stock taking...

He shit himself like you wouldn't beleive. Ran straight to the boss (who fortunately was in on the stunt) and swore that he was never going back in there ever again. When he started talking about resigning we had to let him in on it.

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Damocles wants no part of your debauchery, Mon 27 Oct 2003, 22:14, archived)

Yes, I must have been about 7

My dad's next door neighbours (Amy and Charlie) were ancient and pottered about in their non gas or electric powered house. Well, one day I had been to visit my dad and was out in the garden messing about and playing on my bike/stilts/slide when I spotted Amy standing in the garden. I waved to her but she never responded, so I waved again...no response. It was only then that I noticed she was standing in the middle of the flowers in a flower bed, however being 7 I thought nothing of it. I tried waving again but still nothing so I went back inside and waited for my mum to come and pick me up. On the way home, I told my mum how rude Amy had been by not waving back, and it was then she told me that Amy had died 2 weeks earlier. It still spooks me to this day.

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Scary Mary The D'oh Fairy, Mon 27 Oct 2003, 22:14, archived)

Whoa...

playing on my bike/stilts/slide
Best toy ever!

(notcarlos, Mon 27 Oct 2003, 23:25, archived)

Blimey

Did she die planting some flowers or was she burried under the flowers? That is spooky.

(minikins, Tue 28 Oct 2003, 13:53, archived)

'Tis the Flowers

I reckon the flowers had sampled some of Amy's DNA and produced a clone that lived in the cellar of the house. But due to cloning being in its infancy 'clone' Amy melted - that's why you never saw her again....

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Goatpod, Mon 3 Nov 2003, 15:16, archived)

When I was a teenager

My friends and I "experimented" with parts of Black Magic, Ouija Boards and the like. A couple of friends of mine had in time become quite adept at it, and had learned alot, especially about Biblical Divination and "True" Satanic Rituals.

One night, we decided to put a theory of my friend Daniel's to rest, and try and summon a real live Demon/ghost/whatever. We drew out the appropriate symbols, made the offering (My other friend Mike had a scab, he picked it and retrieved some blood) and then sat in the "safe" circle and began the incantation...

NOTHING...

So, Daniel, being the brave soul that he is, decides to sit INSIDE the "conjuring" circle. I did not object, because it was all Hocus-Pocus to me. What happened next, though.. changed my mind.

The first thing that we saw was a strange cat lurking about our little band. The cat would come NOWHERE NEAR the protected circle, but it made no qualms about going in and out of the "conjuring circle". This was odd, because this was our neighborhood, and none of us recognized the cat.

It began to get cloudy and lightning and thunder were off in the distance. I began to read the incantation again. The cat had stopped moving about and was now looking directly at Dan.

Dan had closed his eyes and this eerie faint glow had taken over his face. I finished the little spell and Dan did not move. After a few minutes of my mate Mike freaking out I decided I would say something to Dan.

"Dan"... nothing. Still just an eerie glow.

"Open your eyes" I told him... he did. They were as white as cue balls, and you could now distinctly see another face on top of his own. The cat stared intently, and did NOT move.

After a few moments of staring at this otherworldly figure I became nrevous and told it to "leave Daniel" and when I did, Daniel collapsed.. bashing his head HARD on the pavement outside.

The cat was gone...

For months afterwards the three of had strange dreams together, as in we were all in each other's dreams, and could remember them clearly.

THis happened. WHether it was childish stupidity, I couldn't tell you. but it is 100% of FACT!

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Scoopzilla http://www.slapwatch.com now get to fuck, Mon 27 Oct 2003, 22:17, archived)

There is something out there !!

I believe that for sure and have had strange things happen to me and weird coincidences, but I am too scared to try out a ouija board !!

(minikins, Tue 28 Oct 2003, 13:59, archived)

Don't try a Oiuja board

Wow that story is bloody mental. Bloody scary. Don't try a Ouija board though. They're not good. If you want to get in to this sort of stuff then look into Wicca as Wiccans do this sort of thing but in the 'proper' way.

And be scared of Alastair Crowley

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ScintillateRich, Tue 28 Oct 2003, 17:17, archived)

Why

should I be scared of a dead Laudnam/Herion addict? The Necronomicon was a work of fiction. The mad Arab never existed.

THIS is a FACT.

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Scoopzilla http://www.slapwatch.com now get to fuck, Wed 29 Oct 2003, 0:36, archived)

Well

he may not scare you much, just possess you and then kill your family using your body.

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ScintillateRich, Wed 29 Oct 2003, 17:21, archived)

I wrote a crap quicky further on in this thread...

But the real scary moment was when my step brother, John, and his friends did a ouija board whilst our parents was on holiday. I was 16, he and his mates were 18.

They sat on the patio with the patio doors open and used the oiuja board half in the garden, half in the back room - it was coming up with strange sentances. Some of my brothers mates were asking quite irresponsable questions, but I won't go into that now.

My sister, Josie, had brought down some majickal candles and had put them around the room, but only to create an atmosphere, not for any deeper reason. One of these candles was sort of sparkling and fizzing all night long. No-one took much notice of this though.

Once everyone had gotten there share of fear from the ouija board they decided to retire into the other room, leaving my sister and a couple of Johns mates. As they were having a conversation they patio door swung back (seemingly by a gust of wind) and they all saw, in the reflection of the patio door which had swung into place, a ghostly arm and hand 'interfering' with the candle that had been fizzing all night long. My sister screamed and both of them came running into the other room. The bloke she was with, can't remember his name, was a big bloke, not the sort of person that gets scared easily, and he had almost physically shat in his pants. Everyone was petrified. It was the summer of '94 and the patio doors were left open, with the oiuja board in the middle of them for about 3 days because everyone was too scared to go near it.

Shock and fear.

Harsh.

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ScintillateRich, Wed 29 Oct 2003, 17:38, archived)

You had a scarey moment then?

Tell me more. I am too scared to do a Ouija board myself, even seeing it on films - and I like scarey stuff - makes me poop my panties.

(minikins, Wed 29 Oct 2003, 9:34, archived)

Just above

*Edit*
But the real scary moment was when my step brother, John, and his friends did a ouija board whilst our parents was on holiday. I was 16, he and his mates were 18.

They sat on the patio with the patio doors open and used the oiuja board half in the garden, half in the back room - it was coming up with strange sentances. Some of my brothers mates were asking quite irresponsable questions, but I won't go into that now.

My sister, Josie, had brought down some majickal candles and had put them around the room, but only to create an atmosphere, not for any deeper reason. One of these candles was sort of sparkling and fizzing all night long. No-one took much notice of this though.

Once everyone had gotten there share of fear from the ouija board they decided to retire into the other room, leaving my sister and a couple of Johns mates. As they were having a conversation they patio door swung back (seemingly by a gust of wind) and they all saw, in the reflection of the patio door which had swung into place, a ghostly arm and hand 'interfering' with the candle that had been fizzing all night long. My sister screamed and both of them came running into the other room. The bloke she was with, can't remember his name, was a big bloke, not the sort of person that gets scared easily, and he had almost physically shat in his pants. Everyone was petrified. It was the summer of '94 and the patio doors were left open, with the oiuja board in the middle of them for about 3 days because everyone was too scared to go near it.

Shock and fear.

Harsh.

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ScintillateRich, Thu 30 Oct 2003, 10:05, archived)

When I

was 7 years old, the family moved into a masonette abouve some shops. Obviously moving into another house you nip up into the attic and have a roumage around; there was a large teddy, and a small childs bike.
Anyway, after bringing these items downstairs, that night we had all sorts of happenings.
We didn't have any carpets as we'd just moved in and we had wooden furniture, so all we could hear all night long was scrapings and bangings around the living room.
Shitted up, everyone legged it downstairs thinking burglars, but no one was there and furniture hadn't been moved.
This happened for night after night, and the police were coming round in force (once there was about 7-10 in one turn out), and especially one night four of them climbed into the attic expecting to find a hole in the wall to adjoining masonette.
Nothing was found by the police, and they soon gave up.
Anyway, after about 3 weeks of moving into this masonette, and us putting up with all kinds of shite, my dad (an eebie-geebie sort of bloke) decided to go and see our family vicar bloke.
He had to get permission to do an excorcism, which he eventually did. And, after exorcising the house (of whatever he was certain was there) re-blessed everyone.

Now, you can rub your chin if you want. The oddish thing is, my brother got married 21 years later at a church unbeknown to him under the diocese of that which vicar bloke was belonging to.

Anyway, my family's story doesn't stop there. We have been plagued by all kinds of crap. This moving house one is just a part of about 50 years of happenings of my parents and (especially) my dad's side's brothers.

I won't waffle about them until someone wants to hear about them though, cos there's a lot of it. Mind you the most recent thing that's happened is one of my uncle's buggering off out of his house with his wife, locking the dog in, coming home and finding rose petals strewn across his living room floor... another uncle that had died a few months ago was very fond of dogs.

Anyhow... waffle.... anyone?

edit: on police record about disturbances, witnessed by neighbours (one's on the other side of us), and also in church records about exorcism and blessings.

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steponfrog dribblygreenstuffdriblingfrommynoes, Mon 27 Oct 2003, 22:18, archived)

I like waffle

Let's hear the interesting ones!

(Quatermass and teh Shit, Mon 27 Oct 2003, 22:21, archived)

Are you sure?

ok...

shortly before my parents got married:-

my mum and dad lived in North Manchester on a street named Conran Street. It's not there any more, but look on old maps and you'll see it. Strangley, it' was built on an old grave yard.
My mum and dad had a dog. The house they lived in had one of those old boiler type cookers. Now, they both worked so they had to leave the house empty - no kids, just a dog.
In those early days, apparrently, you just left a lump of meat on the side before cooking it at night.
When my parents got home on one particular day, the meat had gone from the kitchen, no bone, and just a dog with a happy look on it's face. So, dog got a boot up arse, and no supper so to speak.
Next night, same thing happened. So, after that they locked dog up and went to work...
When mum and dad got home from work, meat had gone, and dog was locked up. So arguments started about did you leave the lump of meat out and all that malarky... but the meat had been left on the side.
So, my dad being one of those inquisitive types, threw flour on the floor, and this time left the dog out with the meat on the side. When they got home, the meat had gone but there was no prints in the flour.

That was story number 1... any more?

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steponfrog dribblygreenstuffdriblingfrommynoes, Mon 27 Oct 2003, 22:31, archived)

yes

more please

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vulga is a foul mouthed cunt, Mon 27 Oct 2003, 22:34, archived)

I want every single one

No pressure :)

(Quatermass and teh Shit, Mon 27 Oct 2003, 22:34, archived)

When I.... (and they all start like this)

was 14, I had decided to start messing with occult stuff. Not the 'he who walks backwards' type stuff; just cards, looking into flames, candles, mirrors, all that type of necromancy stuff.

Well, upon starting looking into mirrors you sort of get a feel of things around you (shadows and stuff) moving or growing, so you get a little shitted up about that anyway, but eventually you are able to see past all this misleading disturbance and you are then able to see shapes or patterns. It's these patterns that you make into meaningful things.

One particular night of trying to improve my skills, I happened to notice a shape that appeared like a grave with four people stood around it. The shapes stayed for about 2 mintues, and so I gave up and went to bed.

The next day, I told my brothers about what I saw, and as usual in these things I was laughed at. Amd then 2 days later the news came with one of my brothers friends that his brother had died the night before in a bath - effects of an overdose, syringe still in arm, didn't drown.
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Next?

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steponfrog dribblygreenstuffdriblingfrommynoes, Mon 27 Oct 2003, 22:45, archived)

I was 5 years old

one of my brothers had a high rise flat...
he messed about with a lot of stuff that I could waffle about.

Anyone wants to hear about any of this.. email me at steponfrog AT yahoo DOT com, because I don't think anyone's following these threads anymore....

anyone?

Hello?

I'm all afucking lone

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steponfrog dribblygreenstuffdriblingfrommynoes, Mon 27 Oct 2003, 22:49, archived)

no post them on here

every one wants to know

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weekendsession, Mon 27 Oct 2003, 22:52, archived)

but they take ages to write and post, so you might be here in the wee early hours... no change for B3tans there then, eh!?

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steponfrog dribblygreenstuffdriblingfrommynoes, Mon 27 Oct 2003, 22:55, archived)

C'mon then!

Get to writing!

(PLEASE???)

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Scoopzilla http://www.slapwatch.com now get to fuck, Mon 27 Oct 2003, 22:57, archived)

well im not going to bed yet

you try sleeping after hearing/reading some of this stuf and remembering that you live on top of a funeral parlor

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weekendsession, Mon 27 Oct 2003, 22:57, archived)

believe me,

I've been in spookier places... Funeral Palour's are just a passing though point, I think.... I wouldn't worry, unless a tall dark stranger comes to your door - about 7ft, wears a black cloak, carries a knife on a stick, has a grin from ear to ear, and has a strange deep sort of bluish glint to his eyes (well, I say eyes - eye sockets)

Hang on... just getting to another waffle...

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steponfrog dribblygreenstuffdriblingfrommynoes, Mon 27 Oct 2003, 23:18, archived)

And

talks in ALL CAPTIALS?

(notcarlos, Wed 29 Oct 2003, 15:17, archived)

CAPTIALS!

SRACY!

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Jay, Wed 29 Oct 2003, 16:07, archived)

YPE

erm, yep.

(notcarlos, Wed 29 Oct 2003, 19:28, archived)

My brother

lived about halfway up a tall block of flats - early 80's.

He was a dabbler back then, and dabble he did.

two other of my brothers were staying at the flat one night, when dabbler went into his bedroom... obviously everyone knew it was to dabble.

he'd drawn a pentacle on his bedroom floor, and done all the necessary proceedures only to go a bit on the odd side....

my other two brothers heard banging and yelling and some 'awful bowel wrenching utterances' is what they said. But, dabbler really didn't look at all too well - the colour had drawn from his face and it had a more pronounced boney feature to it, and his eyes looked sunken.

Brother 1 & 2 didn't know anything about this dabbling business, except that perhaps the shaddow of the horns of 'he who walks backward's' does something.? They weren't sure, but they tried.

Dabbler having thrown all things and sundry around the room was only left with a cast iron double bed. Now, Brother 1&2 say that dabbler had lifted this bed up from its head, horizontally, with his two bare hands, and threw it at them breaking the wall and knocking some bits out of it and the bed.

Brother 2 raced up behind dabbler and raised his hand between light and dabblers' head, raising two outtermost fingers to form the horns of he.

Immediately dabbler collapsed to the ground, and fell unconcious.

Nothing more was said about it all. But, it doesn't stop there....

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steponfrog dribblygreenstuffdriblingfrommynoes, Mon 27 Oct 2003, 23:30, archived)

following on from dabbler....

after many years of not messing around with the occult, my brother decided to just take it up in a light type of fashion...

He'd moved into my sisters house about 11-12 years ago, and at that time had picked up a copy of the 'Egyptian Book of The Dead'.

My family think that during that time, we'd all been influenced by odd things on thw whole.

Strange things began happening. My sister started suffering from sleep paralysis, and having really strange nightmares about hideous things and events. Things would move, and arguments would start because of it. Odd noises around the house. It was a very disturbing time.

Anyway, my sister was just begining a degree in psychology, and for one of her coursework thingies had interviewed loads of other students, along with kids (including her own), and adults, etc.

Well, it came to the time when my sister was about to transcribe the tape, and eventually came to the children section, especially when she'd recorded her own child in her house - in the living room...

...that day was quite, which was why she chose then to record her kid speaking. Neighbours were out, husband and family were not anywhere, phone unplugged. Thought to be no disturbance whatsoever. There wasn't; not a single sound but the questions and answers...

...the tape didn't seem to agree with the peacefulness of that day. When her child started speaking, another low mumbling sort of utterance, but angry voice was heard in the background. It was bowel wenching, which rings bells in my other waffles!

So, the questions about the tape came... was it a new tape? Yes. Was there any other noises, like kids outside? No. Were there any other things, like central heating coming on, or such? No, it was a hot summer day, and no need to have water/central heating on... infact it was a hot summer so the heating stayed off all that time, save for when the hot tap was run.

It was all very odd. But, there was definately a sound of a voice in the background.. I still get shivers from the thought of it; I can still hear it in my head, and it sounded nothing of this world!

Soon, after hearing that tape, religious help was saught, and nothing more happened.

But, also... we burned that 'Egyptian Book of The Dead', and I tell you now, I've never seen paper or ink burn so violent and pure blue before, or since, then.

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steponfrog dribblygreenstuffdriblingfrommynoes, Mon 27 Oct 2003, 23:49, archived)

Huh?

Like a modern "Let's screw with the Egyptians" edition or "Read off the paparyus, typed up on ink" kind?

(number 27-hunter, Wed 29 Oct 2003, 1:51, archived)

Another...

but probably last for tonight, cos it'll probably take me to 2am....

this goes right back to when I was so yong and tiny that I slept in my parents bed...

I was 2, or nearly 3, and I often slept in my parents bed between the two.

At this time, my dad was working at Manchester University Dental Hospital, and he know quite a few people from there, especially one bloke who went around digging up archaelogical things.

This I am told because I have no memory from that time...

It was one night when I complained about my room, and complaining so much I'd got to sleep in my parents room. Quite happy with this, I'd gone straight to sleep.

Around this time, my dad's friend had come back from a dig on scotlands borders somewhere. He also brought back a sort of decayed finger (apparently huge) with a ring, or some king of jewel/ornament on it. My dad was handed it to see if he could do anything with the ornament, clean it up, remove from finger, etc. My dad being a technician at dental hospital had use of equipment to do so, and it being university equipment didn't really cost much to do.

On this night that I'd kicked up so much fuss about my room was on a day when my dad had brought his work home with him. The finger was in the house, but no only that, it was in his bedroom on the dresser.

That night, my mum and dad had woken up to a huge ginger haired and bearded bloke leaning over the bed from the foot of the bed looking directly at me.

Nothing more has ever been said about this, even though I've asked plenty of times, other than that it didn't happen again. But, my dad did take the finger back to the dental hospital the following day, and had nothing more to do with it.

It's the part at night time I'd like to know more about, considering I was there. Mum and Dad won't budge on saying anything about it though. Not sure why.

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steponfrog dribblygreenstuffdriblingfrommynoes, Tue 28 Oct 2003, 1:28, archived)

Right,

again, last one for tonight... I'm definately tired...

My next eldest brother was found tied up in a box in his bedroom...

I was 1 year old, so I'm only reitterating. But, it was in one of the most spookiest houses the family have ever lived in... don't mean to sound posh... just a 3 bedroomed house in Collyhurst, M/cr.

My brother had kept complaining about a man coming into the bedroom at night to beat him and knock him about so much that my brother hid under the covers (like kids do).

Brother would always wake up next morning with marks of some kind on him, but him being 5 years old, it was all put down to creepy nightmares and banging into the wall during his sleep.

Until... one particular morning my brother was found tied up in a box. No, this wasn't something he could have done himself because he couldn't tie knots at that time, especially the knots that were used... I wouldn't know the name of them, but I've seen one that my dad made and said that was the type - like it was knotted 3 or 4 times.

And, what makes it more so odd is that he wasn't just tied up and thrown in a box. It was his fingers and toes tied together crossed - left to right, visa versa.

The box was cardboard, it was there after being used to move toys and clothes from the previous house (which odly enough was the one where the dog (almost 10 years earlier) was blamed for chewing the night time tea - lump of meat.

The man that kept coming into the bedroom always came through the window, so my dad being thorough checked the locks and stuff. The windows hadn't been opened because although they didn't have locks on them, they were screwed shut. The screws had never budged because they had paint over them, dried and old.

But, then.. again, the help of the local vicar/priest/church was sought and nothing happened after that.

Well, I say nothing happened after that particular event.. something is always happening, so maybe I should be saying that event never happened again.

My brother remembers the whole lot that happened to him, even the features of the mans face down to the clothes he was wearing. What he describes is a witch hunter.

I'm sure we're not witches...

Possibly

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steponfrog dribblygreenstuffdriblingfrommynoes, Tue 28 Oct 2003, 1:46, archived)

Christ almighty, mate

You lived in what is now "da ghetto". Why can't the ghosts be there now to sort out the scallies.

(Bastard Sloth, Sat 1 Nov 2003, 20:44, archived)

Another.... (next day)

My nephew heard drums above his bedroom when he was around 8 years old; a low and bassy drum with a tribal rhythm...

There was some trouble in that part of the family at that time. My sister was constantly stressed, her husband was here, there, and everywhere, and not at home. The two children (my neice and nephew) were just growing up.

My brother-in-law (sister's husband) has a deep African background; when I say deep, I mean as in going far back, not so much as in deep into the middle of Africa, although Ghana is a fairway inside the country.

My B-I-L's father came to visit him during this period of trouble, not to sort out any trouble or help with any difficulties, no his was just a visit as they hadn't seen each other for about 25 years. So, he came over from Ghana to visit, bringing gifts galour.

One of the gifts he brought was a set of tribal drums, authentic and used in tribal get togethers previously, and now handed down as a bridge to cover the gap of 25 lost years.

My B-I-L's father stayed around for a fortnight, said his goodbyes and went. Not much happened while he was here, though it's now thought that he brought more than the usual kind of gifts with him. After all, the announcement of a visit was unexpected, and not the sort of thing you'd probably do after 25 year - phone up and say you're coming to visit, and then go.

Not soon after the visit, my nephew started telling his mum and dad about something he could see in the trees across the road, and that he was getting scared of it. This went on for about 1 month, and then the desription progressed to a 'monkey with long arms'.

Also, at this time one of my other sisters began having nightmares about a 'monkey with a hideous face, and long arms, beating down on her chest as it sat on her stomach, and bearing it's long sharp teeth'.

And, it got into one of my brother's nightmares too... he woke up one night, in the dark, swearing blindly that there was a big dip in the bed as though something really heavy was sat on it. He said he couldn't see a shape or outline, but could feel that something or someone was there, and said 'it must've been fucking huge, if it was a something'.

Items would go missing for days on end. But for that the children were accused of stealing, even though it was never prooved that they were. Nor was anything that was stolen found in their possession / rooms. Stuff would just turn up in stupid and unusual places, like knives in the freezer, wallet in the bath (actually in a bath full of water)...

One day my mothers' cross and chain was found outside the house on the footpath at the front door. This chain wasn't broken in any way; it was difficult to take it off even when someone else tried to unclasp it. It was found on the floor as though someone had actually taken it off, rather than pull at it, or it being pulled by a coat collar, or jumper or something.

Whilst all this eebie geebie stuff was happening, so too was the tension growing in the family. Arguments and fights and all sorts of stuff happening all the time (which is probably normal from brothers and sisters), but it was constant. Never did the trouble subside even a little tiny bit. And, the trouble only started around the time of this visit from Ghana.

There was no link made at the time between the Tribal Drums and trouble, or monkey, and was only thought of almost a year later.

Well, with two kids and a bit of trouble going on all the time, you'd want to put any valuables away, so the tribal drums were relegated to the attic: hiding place then only known to my B-I-L and my sister.

My nephew then began telling us of how he couldn't sleep very well because he could hear drums at night. His work at school wasn't doing very well, and his teachers had complained at how he'd sleep at his desk. 'Are there any troubles at home?' The teachers would ask.

The monkey had also began 'pointing' at my nephew, 'making horrible angry faces' at him, and shaking its fists and showing it's pointy teeth

My nephew would, for most of the time, sleep in his sisters room, due to being shite scarred. And, whilst the monkey was in the tree, he wouldn't go out and play, nor would he stand near the windows because, he said, it could see him.

So as things went on more thought went into where these drum noises could be coming from, and therefore, the next-door neighbours felt the brunt of it. But, sometime after accusing the neighbours they went away, leaving the house empty. And so, no-one could be accused of making drum noises, or playing music.

Then (it must have been about 2 1/2 to 3 months after the visit) that the shit really hit the fan in the family. My B-I-L and sister split up; B-I-L moved out, taking his stuff with him but leaving the drums in the attic - he'd forgotten them, and so had everyone else for the time.

My nephew's noise problem hadn't settled down, and so it only came obvious then that no-one had gone into the attic above his bedroom to see if there was a loose banging pipe, or loose roof tile, or something that could be attributed to some sort of low bassy rythmic beating.

There were no pipes in the attic. No, loose tiles on the roof. There was a set of 2 African Tribal Drums in that attic directly above my nephew's bed, though.

The drums were given back to my B-I-L , and all bother stopped. My other sister didn't have nightmares of monkeys beating on her chest, nor did my nephew see it ever again, and the drum noises stopped.

Now, if the monkey was a monkey or not, we don't know - orangutan, monkey, gibbon... we're not experts, but my sister said she'd never seen anything like it before, and that she could only think of a monkey type creature when she saw it in her nightmares. My nephew nowadays says that all he can remember of this monkey type thing is that it looked like a monkey, 'but,' he said. 'I'm not an expert.'

When the trouble did stop, the family were all happy and fine again. We still are happy and fine. But, my sister and children left that house and moved elsewhere. We haven't the heart to tell the new homeowners about what happened.

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steponfrog dribblygreenstuffdriblingfrommynoes, Tue 28 Oct 2003, 23:56, archived)

That whole monkey thing has given me the

willies.

Scariest story so far.

(monsta, Fri 31 Oct 2003, 10:42, archived)

OK,

but they take ages to write and post (in the correct place...) so, be patient please

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steponfrog dribblygreenstuffdriblingfrommynoes, Mon 27 Oct 2003, 22:57, archived)

There is a ghost in this house now,

well, I say ghost, it's a mischievous twat!

six years ago, my partner and I moved into our brand new lovely house. And, the student who lived here previously had painted all sorts of things on the walls, which are still there lurking beneath the fluffy coverings.

not more than 3 weeks after moving into this house I began getting all the excited senses of something lurking (which could be perception playing tricks, I know), but I'd put it off as a new house and creepy feelings.

I had no job at the time, and my girlfriend was out all day working in Leeds, so for her part she was away for around 12 hours a day, whereas I was on my own for 12 hours.

I have mentioned my sleep paralysis and disturbances above, but basically I feel as though I am falling down / dragged in a clockwise movement.

This paralysis still goes on, but at that time I was finding it difficult to drag myself awake. I was waking up in sweats and all sorts of panic.

One day it was absolutely terrifying... I swear I could see little black imp type things, six of them, as I remember, perching - two at the head of my bed and three at the bottom while one just ran about the middle on all fours... no they were definatley not rats.

I couldn't move out of that parylsis, but I could see the little bastards, taunting me, and looking very evil indeed.

That night, I managed to get to sleep, but not without fearing a figure in the corner of the room near the door. It looked like a shaddow, or just a darkened part of the room, but it wasn't I could tell after trying to tell myself that it was something different and normal, that it was definately a figure in black. I had, as usual, fallen into paralysis again...

I swear on my balls that I woke up being placed back on my bed by a figure that had a boars face and two sharp pointy teeth sticking up from the bottom of it's jaw (want a picture?)...

affter that one, I saught religious help.

I haven't seen any of those figures since, and I don't expect to, but I can definately feel something about the place.

Not so many weeks ago, I was standing at the top of our stairs, just about to walk down them, when moving my first foot my second felt some pressure at the back of the calf, and I went sliding down them halfway....

But! one thing that I was told early in my life was that you can't let these things break you apart because they do try to take over you and your life... and they will if you let them.

I've saught more advice about recent happenings, though.

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steponfrog dribblygreenstuffdriblingfrommynoes, Mon 27 Oct 2003, 23:14, archived)

You have sleep paralysis.

Best thing to do is to go back to sleep when it happens.

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Scoopzilla http://www.slapwatch.com now get to fuck, Mon 27 Oct 2003, 23:42, archived)

thankyou

I've always wondered about it being that or not, but there you go.. now I know.

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steponfrog dribblygreenstuffdriblingfrommynoes, Mon 27 Oct 2003, 23:53, archived)

sleep paralysis

is a bitch

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parsley, Tue 28 Oct 2003, 11:47, archived)

im follwing them

im just waiting patiently

plus if you post em here, you might get a mention on the radio

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lo, the OTHER greebo warrior, Mon 27 Oct 2003, 22:57, archived)

some of these

may be posted in the wrong part of this thread, but bear with me, please...

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steponfrog dribblygreenstuffdriblingfrommynoes, Mon 27 Oct 2003, 23:32, archived)

right...

this next one involves a picture, so be even more patient, please...

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steponfrog dribblygreenstuffdriblingfrommynoes, Tue 28 Oct 2003, 0:12, archived)

this involves a picture.

make of it what you will, but take note that the picture was taken in one of the spooky houses I've lived in.

click here for better detail.

This was taken around the same time as dabbler had the 'Egyptian Book of The Dead', he was messing around with all sorts, including this particular nice peice of rose quartz used for his divination purposes. (btw, dabler is my brother, if you haven't read the rest of these waffles, then do so... they all interlink each other somehow. For my family they do at least.)

I had recently (at time of taking photo) started a course in Black & White photography, which I thoroughly enjoyed. I took a liking to using extension tubes, to get in to really tight nooks and crannies so to speak, and get those really close-up piccies that look great on a wall.

Anyway, one night I'd decided to have use of my brothers (dabblers) crystals just for the sole purpose of taking close up shots.

Now, when I set the camera up, which does take a while with close up stuff, nothing was able to move (you check these things, because you don't want a crap photo), niether camera nor subject. Although, there's always the chance that something will happen.

Anyhow, I took the photo and left it for about a week, having finished the reel of 24 shot film, and went and developed it.

And, what do you see?

I'd have thought nothing of it (and maybe no other person will), but I can't dismiss the fact that the crystal was of dabblers possesion.

This isn't a ghost story (or maybe it is I don't know), but I really needed a change for a while, go and get some food and brew and whatnot...
...Just remember though, that this thing was used for divination purposes, and it is said that crystals accumulate energies...

-----------------------------------
details of photo are:

Ricoh camera (not sure of make), but Through The Lens metering used.
F2.8, 2 second shot, black and white film 35mm @ 200asa.
extension tubes used = 54mm, and a 140mm telephoto lense added. Unsure of distance from subject to film, though.
subject was an inch high peice of rose quartz, placed on a stable flat surface, although, the subject was further stablised using a large piece of blue tack.
The environment was around 16Celcius, and non-natural light - ie, striplight and a spot light 100W bulb.
Edit: Multi-grade Ilford A4 paper, but I can't remember the development times, of lense apperture.

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steponfrog dribblygreenstuffdriblingfrommynoes, Tue 28 Oct 2003, 0:41, archived)

sometimes

crystals 'hum'. i nearly dropped one in a shop once because it made my arms shake when i picked it up.

(corruptia, Tue 28 Oct 2003, 0:43, archived)

Yay!

Ppl are still reading my waffles... Woo, Yay!

I'm still plodding on with em, cos I've not been asked to stop, after being asked to post all I know.

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steponfrog dribblygreenstuffdriblingfrommynoes, Tue 28 Oct 2003, 0:49, archived)

no really

keep going, i wasn't tired anyway... really...

*sips coffee and huddles up in nervous pile*

;)

jessx

(corruptia, Tue 28 Oct 2003, 0:51, archived)

Anyway,

back to this current house.

I still see figures from the corner of my eyes, the most sensitive parts (supposedly - I don't know).

There is one figure at the moment spending a little too much time worrying me.. It's always at a distance though - 6 to 8 feet, always, and sometimes circling around me as though eying me, weighing me up.

Yes, it can all be taken as paranoia of some kind, delusions of one or another, or even bull-crap. But, I've passed all those 'am I going mad' thoughts about 6 years ago, when we first moved into this house.

Anyway, the figure, so far as I can tell, wears a hooded robe type of thing, I haven't seen a face, because it's too far out of my direct vision to notice any really specific details. However, I have seen a space in the hood of the robe.

I say I haven't seen a face in the hood of the robe, which worries me more, but not too much worry, because it's important to not let these things get to you - but they sometimes do!

The robe colour is black, or dark so I perceive it as black. I haven't seen any kind of flesh either, ie hands, feet, etc. More worry!

There are certain parts of this house that I cannot stand in or even go to at times, due to feeling very uneasy about it. I trust my feelings nowadays.

When something is about to happen, visitation or sighting, or something, the atmosphere always gets really cold and a few times I've seen the air I'm breathing because of the cold. Always over a short period of time no longer than about half to 1 minute, the temperature will drop. And, the visitaions will last at least 10 minutes.

The pets squawk and make awful noises sometimes, but I'm not sure if this is something I've not ruled out... but it's odd when they do. For no reason they all start flapping, and jumping, and all sorts, as though something had scared them.

I am trying to build up the courage to walk around the house recording the sounds... thing is though, I'm certain I'll record something I don't really want to hear.

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steponfrog dribblygreenstuffdriblingfrommynoes, Tue 28 Oct 2003, 1:12, archived)

just finished reading all you rstuff mate.

You could always record the sounds, and upload them or something without listening yourself for others to listen to for you. Providing you can trust the people not to lie about what they hear just to try and freak you out.

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StickFigureNinja is worried he may be on the list, Tue 28 Oct 2003, 2:14, archived)

Its normal

Its the energy from the stone- ours around the house do it all the time (yeah, my family are 'alternative medicine' kinda people). They get stronger around Full moons ('female' energy or something) Thats why some people carry/wear crystals most of the time.

(MissieMissie, Tue 28 Oct 2003, 11:52, archived)

And sometimes they burn

I've burned my fingertips and hands on some of my "dabbling" friend's crystals.

ow.

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Eleroach13, Sat 1 Nov 2003, 17:34, archived)

that's

spectacularly creepy..! i'm wincing myself to bits.. gah!

(harmless kitty, Tue 28 Oct 2003, 6:57, archived)

I see it!

took me a while tho. if i had taken that foto i doubt i wud have ever noticed. thats damn creepy. it reminds me of a demonic mime artist. no wait, just a mime artist :P

(Belladonna, Wed 29 Oct 2003, 19:29, archived)

what am i looking at here?

i just see rocks atm.

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andythetwig, Tue 28 Oct 2003, 10:06, archived)

Domokun

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Flapjack I spay a little mare for you, Tue 28 Oct 2003, 14:06, archived)

no disrespect

but what am i looking for? it's a blurry photo of a bit of quartz.

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monstrinho do biscoito teeeshurts = www.nogunarmy.com, Tue 28 Oct 2003, 18:08, archived)

Ah, well.

What are you looking for? This is the point; are you looking for something ready to jump out at you or just a rock?

If I told you what other people see, I'd be accused of prompting you to see that thing other people see, rather than what you actually see.

Therefore, make your own mind up...

Something / Nothing ?

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steponfrog dribblygreenstuffdriblingfrommynoes, Tue 28 Oct 2003, 21:25, archived)

I see things!

I see things, I see them with my eyes,
I see things, though they're cleverly disguised, like: faces, people, ugly monkeys!
His mouth, btw, is (in my opinion) the reflection of an upside down monkey.

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wanky art student is liable to phwoar at any minute, Tue 28 Oct 2003, 22:23, archived)

hmm. i am trying to look with open mind

possibly suggestion of teeth and little black things, might be considered a skull if you were being generous. is it something in the reflection?

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monstrinho do biscoito teeeshurts = www.nogunarmy.com, Wed 29 Oct 2003, 12:46, archived)

Not certain

if it's reflection.

I was in a kitchen, standing about 50cm to 1m away from subject, stooping behind a camera & tripod.

Kitchen had what you'd expect in a kitchen - utensils, etc.

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steponfrog dribblygreenstuffdriblingfrommynoes, Thu 30 Oct 2003, 20:00, archived)

I see nothing

Except Domokun at an angle. What do others see?

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Flapjack I spay a little mare for you, Wed 29 Oct 2003, 15:04, archived)

i see

bugger all

suggest away.

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parsley, Thu 30 Oct 2003, 13:57, archived)

surely,

you're able to read what others have put... why should I put an image in your head; I have put a story for you to decide it's truth/reality and/or actual/sugested/expected image in picture. Whatever you want it to be.

If it's imagination you want to use, copy the post from above. Or, just read the previous post I added saying that I saw a face. =)

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steponfrog dribblygreenstuffdriblingfrommynoes, Thu 30 Oct 2003, 19:58, archived)

wishy washy

load of bollocks that ;)

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parsley, Fri 31 Oct 2003, 10:06, archived)

I See Dead People..oh, wait, it's just a reflection.

I can see a face in it, with a Michael Myersesque figure behind him. It looks kind of like the reflection of the photographer, with someone over their shoulder looking at them. It is quite freaky, actually.

(darque_edge, Wed 29 Oct 2003, 16:43, archived)

Ugh!

arrrgh! and all the usual stuff...

Yep, I saw a face. This picture was taken in a kitchen. The crystal was nicely stuck to a worktop, and I was stood behind the camera with a shutter release cable in my hand... Either I look a bit malnutritioned, or kitchen utensils have a tendancy to appear as what you see.

?

Not sure...

=)

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steponfrog dribblygreenstuffdriblingfrommynoes, Wed 29 Oct 2003, 23:37, archived)

Obviously

I'm not spookily minded today because all I can see is a crystal. : (

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Kali, Thu 30 Oct 2003, 13:46, archived)

I coulda sworn

that something moved near the bottom of the photo, sideways from right to left. Are you sure you havent animated that gif styley?

(monsta, Fri 31 Oct 2003, 10:51, archived)

who is

'he who walks backwards' ?

(Black Bess, Thu 30 Oct 2003, 9:45, archived)

And, now

I'm off to bed, but I'll write more tomorrow...

yes, there's more!

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steponfrog dribblygreenstuffdriblingfrommynoes, Tue 28 Oct 2003, 1:48, archived)

Ack!

Your stuff is *quite* scary! I've read it all.

Hate to sound paranoid, and sorry if this sounds insensitive.. but if you come along later and say "Ha ha, I got you" I'll chase you down and... err.. Well, I dunno. This stuff is quite creepy, though.

That said, *waits for later and more* (Silly me, thinking I'd do my US History homework. Ha!)

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CTVadim Eeeeasing back into it., Tue 28 Oct 2003, 4:06, archived)

These are fantastic and superbly written.

Thanks for taking the time to write them here. They should just have you on the radio for an hour I reckon!

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sick_boy, Tue 28 Oct 2003, 15:36, archived)

Conran Street is still here

Conran Street Market. The only place I know where you can buy Photoshop 7 for a fiver.

(Bastard Sloth, Sat 1 Nov 2003, 20:27, archived)

Right,

I'm off to bed again due to women's lib and all that beat your husband up type of stuff.

=(

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steponfrog dribblygreenstuffdriblingfrommynoes, Wed 29 Oct 2003, 0:24, archived)

Hmmm, spooky stories

One dark night i'd popped to the 24 hour garage. I bought my goddies and left. Walking back i crossed a large, dark and sinister park. A guy appeared from nowhere and started talking to me (the details of the conversation are now a bit hazy). I was having a great chat with him when i blinked and noticed parts of him glowing and rippling. I looked away and looked back at him and he started to appear all hazy and weird, he then started melting and disappeared in front of my very eyes. That night i swore i'd never take acid again.

(wizbits_armpit, Mon 27 Oct 2003, 22:19, archived)

Did you buy any Quavers at the garage?

'Cause that would explain it.

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UncleLewy, Wed 29 Oct 2003, 18:47, archived)

not a personal story, but still somewhat creepy

my friend's house used to have a cold spot in the dining room, which we always attributed to it being on old house. his pet cat would never go in there, despite it always haveing free roam of the house, we never thought anything of it.
2 halloweens ago, we were telling creepy stories of ghosts and such, and i mentioned that household pets, like cats and dogs were sensitive to "supernatural vibrations", my mate laughed, so i told him id prove it. i picked up his cat, and let it settle in my arms, then carefully walked into the dining room. the second i crossed the doorway, the cat spazzed out, and cut my arms to pieces as it tried to run away. when it got down, it stood on the other side of the doorway, just staring at the one cold corner of the room (which was empty, might i add)

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lo, the OTHER greebo warrior, Mon 27 Oct 2003, 22:22, archived)

woooooooooo....

yaaaaaaaaaaay...

/in a spooky voice

err: nope!

(Mr M@ Probably not that difficult!, Mon 27 Oct 2003, 22:26, archived)

Well i dont know how true this is but

My brother and some was round a mates house with a ouji board one night messing about and he recons that they managed to get hold of "something" anyway they were talking to this thing and it started getting nasty because they were taking the piss and the conversation ended up with it saying it was going to "Get them". At this point they were feeling a bit shit up because it had seemed to know stuff that it shouldnt have been able to and they were probably drunk as well so they gave up.

That night nothing happened but the next morning they went to feed my mates albino hamster with red eyes and it wasnt in the cage anymore. They looked round the house but couldnt find it and in the end gave up.

They forgot about this hamster for about 6 weeks untill the next time my brother was round there they were having breakfast and it just turned up in the kitchen. Now it was only a small thing and they didnt think it was going to live in a cage let alone 6 weeks in a farm house with cats and stuff so greig (My brothers mate) decided that he didn't want it in the house and said my brother could have it.

That night my brother bought it home and put it in with his hamsters and left it, every thing was fine for a while but we noticed it getting violent and snapping at the other hamsters but didnt think to much about it at the time.

A week or so later we went on holiday and left my sister to look after the hamsters. We were gone for two weeks and when we got back there was only the albino left. Now we asked my sister if she had been feeding them and she said that she had but one had dissapeared after the first week and then a couple of days later the other had gone. I know hamsters will eat their own if their staving but this thing was half the size of the other two and there was no way it could have won a fight.

anyway after that we decided that we ddnt want hamsters any more and decided that it would be better in the wild so we let it go out side.

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weekendsession, Mon 27 Oct 2003, 22:34, archived)

demonic rodents

whatever next?...

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lo, the OTHER greebo warrior, Mon 27 Oct 2003, 22:35, archived)

ha ha ha

I love the idea of a demonic albino hamster :)

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100% kitten better than ever, Mon 27 Oct 2003, 22:58, archived)

it was the red eyes

i still remember them now

/shudders

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weekendsession, Mon 27 Oct 2003, 23:00, archived)

Uhh...

Albino rodents HAVE RED EYES...

100% OF FACT!

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Scoopzilla http://www.slapwatch.com now get to fuck, Mon 27 Oct 2003, 23:18, archived)

If so

We have a demon doggie, her eyes glow deep INTENSE crushing red when we are leaving for Church, like SOOOOOO creepy. I'll get a picture, sometime.

(number 27-hunter, Wed 29 Oct 2003, 13:08, archived)

I read it as

"they went to feed my mates some albino hamster"
Lovely tasty rodent... mmmmm

(Whoopie the slug, Sun 2 Nov 2003, 10:19, archived)

Dead Dog's Ghost

Ghost stories always have freaked me out, so when I moved to a small bungalow which seemed to be haunted I was none too impressed.

It began with an occasional noise from the kitchen – the sound of the biscuit tin lid being removed. Investigation of the tin always found it sealed tight, but with less biscuits than before.

In the garden we then discovered a tiny little gravestone, with illegible markings.

By way of a conversation with our elderly neighbour we discover the previous owner’s dog was buried in the garden, and had apparently been “very naughty – stealing biscuits all the time.”

Great, so we end up with a really lame ghost dog who depletes our Bourbons.

The years go by and we accept our ghostly presence, until the electricity board visit us. They need to trace a cable, but aren’t sure how it crosses our garden. After rummaging for a while the engineer discovers the “gravestone” in the garden and is happy. It was merely a cable marker.

The metallic twang of the biscuit tin eventually turns out to be a tin of Nitromors on the top shelf, warping when the room changes temperature.

The depleting biscuits? Never explained. My dad is quite fat though.

(Rompy, Mon 27 Oct 2003, 22:37, archived)

We've got a dog grave in our garden

"Bobby" says the cross. Either that, or Cilla Black's not come entirely clean over the death of her husband.

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Scaryduck LIKES EGG, Mon 27 Oct 2003, 23:54, archived)

bwahaha

'we end up with a really lame ghost dog who depletes our Bourbons.'

classic B3ta quote

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beefandcheese, Thu 30 Oct 2003, 18:25, archived)

Your grandad also crashed the stock market

'cause he must have died a few days before Black Monday on October 19th. My grandmother died around the same time.

And having read the stories in this thread, I'm now not going to go to bed for an hour or two.

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foop, Mon 27 Oct 2003, 22:37, archived)

wimp!

(||lll||ll||lll|| ||lll||ll||lll||, Mon 27 Oct 2003, 22:43, archived)

Too right

It's a long, cold walk up to bed and my GF's out on the lash with her cow-orkers. I shall go and read nice, fluffy websites instead.

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foop, Mon 27 Oct 2003, 22:45, archived)

In the pub i work in

theres a fairly common occurence (or was under the previous owners, its stopped now its under new ownership unfortunately.) The pub itself dates from 1437 in areas and is quite an old building, built onto and outwards as and when required, its a weird mix of georgian, tudor and whomever reigned ages ago. the ghost in question (one of a few might i add) was the great grandfather of the tennant at the time, his name was robert jackson and was the first member of the family to own it before they started passing it down as they died. he built a brand new bar on the back of the building. anyway, the chap in question still popped in on occasion, either prior to the pubs opening, whilst open during quiet periods. i've never encountered him personally but i'd often end up having co-workers asking me about the guy who they were just speaking to, as he just seemed to leave as they were looking away, but still talking. it was always then i took them upstairs to a publically closed area (and one most of them had seldom seen) asking them to describe the chap on the way. upon seeing the turn of the century photo of the guy, they normally spazzed out, turned white as a sheet and spent the rest of the day off sick. but, oh my was it funny!

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Muns, Mon 27 Oct 2003, 22:47, archived)

the george & dragon in epping high street used to be an old tavern

practically unchanged since the place was built (except for the addition of electricity, and some new beer lines).

There was a permanant cold spot in front of the fireplace, even if the fire was roaring away, it was always referred to as "george's seat", as some old guy who was a regular for years always sat there, day in, day out, even after he kicked the proverbial bucket

unfortunantly, the pub got refurbished about 7 years ago, and "george" left. i dont think he agreed with the decor, or the fact that the new owners gutted the place, and knocked down every non loadbearing wall, and turned it into a trendy winebar

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lo, the OTHER greebo warrior, Mon 27 Oct 2003, 22:54, archived)

Epping?

Epping as in Essex? i might need to investigate, i work in tower garage across the road...

(Ruffgeezer back again like a bad smell., Tue 28 Oct 2003, 20:01, archived)

well,

one night, at uni, a mate of mine convinced us to try doing a ouija board. Seven of us sat round a table with the glass etc while he told us about what had happened the last time he had done it and how scary and exciting it had been.

We set everything up, got the lighting right (candles) got the atmosphere right (incense and other herbal atmosphere additives) and got ready to speak to the other side.

Fuck all happened. For two hours.

(Barkotron_the_Magnificent, Mon 27 Oct 2003, 22:51, archived)

its not as simple as lighting candles and putting some letters in a circle

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lo, the OTHER greebo warrior, Mon 27 Oct 2003, 22:55, archived)

maybe not, it's still bollocks though.

(Barkotron_the_Magnificent, Mon 27 Oct 2003, 22:57, archived)

my cat

We had a cat that used to climb around in the kitchen cupboards if they were open and generally mess things around. I thought it was hilarious and it pissed my mum off something special. Shortly after the cat died I was standing alone at the kitchen counter. A bowl fell from a stack of bowls in the cupboard and smashed on the floor. The cupboard hadnt been left open. (How a cereal bowl can fall from the top of a stack of bowls and out of a closed cupboard baffles me.) I reckon it was the ghost of my dead cat.
Scared the fuck out of me considering there was no one else in the house at the time, and it was a loud smash on the floor!

(blubear, Mon 27 Oct 2003, 23:13, archived)

suicidal A-Team plates?

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ChaosTime The Fucking Moon Lord, Mon 27 Oct 2003, 23:30, archived)

It's my birthday..............

..........On Halloween.
That's scary enough I think.

Boo!
Ohh, blimey...........brown duds!

(lomofrenzy, Mon 27 Oct 2003, 23:40, archived)

Ghost Street

I used to go out with a lass who lived on Vicarage Terrace in Cambridge. It used to be called something else, only it was bombed in one of the world wars and when they rebuilt the street they felt the need to rename it in honour of all the dead people. I'm not a massive believer in ghosts, but that house was F***ing weird - overnight cupboards in the kitchen used to open and it wasn't just dirty skavving students nicking food - I closed a cupboard myself one night, was definitely last to bed and two hours later when I went to fetch water it was open. Also, if you spoke to any of the other households on the road they could either report first hand similar experiences or just regurgitate everyone elses. Preconceptions leading to a perceived ghostly experience or not? I never decided. But that street was a funny place.

(fixit, Tue 28 Oct 2003, 0:01, archived)

Wooooooooooooooooo........ yaaaaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyy!!!!

The entire Scaryduck family went on holiday to an old fisherman's cottage in Brixham a couple of years ago. We even took the cat because we couldn't get her into a cattery. Bad move - she spent the entire time there with her back pressed against the door, trying to escape from an unseen foe, spitting and hissing at anything that moved.

On the third night, I was making a cup of tea while the kids were in bed. The wife turned from her place on the settee to talk to me, and came face to face with some salty old sea dog. The cat, meanwhile, was stuck to the ceiling.

He then disappeared, only for the kids to start screaming as "there's a man in our bedroom!" Salty old seadog was standing over their beds before disappearing through the door to the bathroom...

All night, the cottage rattled to the sound of drawers, cupboards and doors opening and closing. Call me a chicken, but we went home the next day.

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Scaryduck LIKES EGG, Mon 27 Oct 2003, 23:52, archived)

anyone up for a b3ta holiday?

ill bring the cats.....

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Azra3l Lubrication Persuasion and Brute Force ™, Tue 28 Oct 2003, 0:39, archived)

I'm never

hiring a cottage again.

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thorpe www.voodootrombonequartet.com, Wed 29 Oct 2003, 14:11, archived)

i have lots of ghosts.

when i'm home from uni for the holidays, i live with my parents in a house that's over a hundred years old. it's in kent by the seaside (okay, so its the thames estuary, but far enough out to look like the sea).

my parents have always sworn the house was haunted since my grandmother came over when we were about three, and told my mum we were out of bed at about midnight. mum said that wasn't possible, because we were sound-o five minutes earlier but nan insisted that she'd heard footsteps. neither me nor my sister were awake and there wasn't anyone else in the house apart from my dad, who was with my mum and nan at the time.

anyway, since i was about six i've had an 'imaginary friend', apart from she wasn't all that imaginary. as in, she had a proper name *that she told me*, Louisa, and she throws things (and is quite accurate, and painful). she lived in my room when i was a kid, but when i moved rooms and my little sister took the room over Louisa stopped being my friend any more, and started being my little sister's friend instead.
She throws pennies, pencil sharpeners, anything she can find. if you're looking for something and you know where it was, it won't be there any more. then it shows up somewhere obvious when you ask Louisa to give it back. like the instructions for the new thermostat, showed up UNFOLDED ACROSS THE DESK, where we DEFINITELY would have noticed them, a week after we'd been looking for them. sometimes Lou Lou is a complete bitch though, she hid my radiohead cd :( she really doesn't like radiohead.

also present in the house is an older lady. one halloween my friend was around our house, upstairs in my sister's bedroom, and i came downstairs to get some crisps for us. as i was walking down the stairs i saw a woman walk STRAIGHT THROUGH the dining room door, through the hall and STRAIGHT THROUGH the front door (118) without opening any of them. i bricked it and legged it back up the stairs and turned into a gibbering wreck.

you can also glimpse the old lady in the bath when you are looking at the mirror, but you can never be quite sure... and i get shivers just outside the doorway to my parent's bedroom.

something also frequently shakes my bed quite violently while i am trying to sleep, once something that wasn't there tried to drown me in the bath, and the cat walks around the corridors and jumps on my bed, and 'sleeps' on top of me. did i mention, we don't have any pets.

finally you can hear singing if you listen to the pipes when you're taking a bath, it's definitely a kid singing, and quite sweet. my sister says that louisa drew a girl on her wall but it's not there any more so nobody can prove it.

all the same its a bit scary to be in my house sometimes.

jessx

(corruptia, Tue 28 Oct 2003, 0:31, archived)

also

my cousin's long-term boyfriend went to stay in my aunt's (again very old) house once, and he went into the other bedroom (my other cousin's old room, doesn't live there any more though, they're all moved out).

he says he saw a man hanging (as in dead) from the rafters in the room.

you've never seen him move so quickly away from something.

oh, and i saw a white lady who was distinctly seethrough walking around at my (catholic) primary school, and a nun haunted the picture of the turin shroud that we kept there.

and a psychic told my mum my grandad was sending her something like a white rose and a horse, and it was incredibly appropriate. also my sister smelt cigarette smoke and hair wax in her room at home a few months ago, and grandad stopped smoking and using that kind of hair wax about ten years before abi was born... ie, about twenty years before he died. ten years ago.

wow, i didn't realise i believed in the paranormal before.

ps also casper the friendly ghost.

(corruptia, Tue 28 Oct 2003, 0:37, archived)

I go to a catholic grammar school in slough

About six months ago I was walking down the main school corridor in the very very old convent building towards the new hall at about 9 at night (I was there waiting for the audience and cast to arrive for the school play which I was in also).
It was very dark and there was only a light on down the other end of the corridor, and I've never needed to know where the light switch was so I couldn't find it.

I reach the other end of the corridor, just as usual, perfectly happy, but a bit nervous about the forecoming play. Just as a reach the door I hear footsteps and turn around, where I see one of the many nuns who live in our school in the convent part walking down the corridor in the opposite direction.

I didn't think anything of it, because although I hadn't seen her before, some of the nuns didn't like to go into the main part of the school, as the kids are pretty obnoxious really. However, when I then saw her again on a picture from 1897 looking exactly as she did when I saw her 2 weeks previously.

(monsta, Fri 31 Oct 2003, 11:18, archived)

my mate

lives in this very old house. she tells me the walls are made of horse shit and straw, but thats beside the point. she tells me they're haunted by a young boy, and a lady in her twenties. one night she was laying in bed and one of them began to tickle her feet. while she first found this amusing, she soon became annoyed and told it to go away. the tickling stopped, as her mother happened to be walking down the stairs. my mate then heard the sound of her mother falling down said stairs! luckily she was on the bottom step so no harm was done, but still nasty. kind of a skizophrenic ghost, to go from tickling someones feet to shoving someone down the stairs! still, what can you expect from a house made of shit and straw? (and some bricks/beams i'd imagine......)

(cap'nj, Tue 28 Oct 2003, 0:42, archived)

off topic

but i totally sign into other message boards as cap'n jess, or captain jess if they don't like the old ''' symbols. :) :) :)

(corruptia, Tue 28 Oct 2003, 0:52, archived)

also off topic

erm that would be a "spooky" (see what i've done there?!) coincidence if it werent for the fact the j stands for johnny :P nice to know i'm not the only pirate out there though. however, i dont believe in downloading music off the internet. thats the wrong type of pirate.....

(cap'nj, Tue 28 Oct 2003, 15:27, archived)

well, i can't beat any stories already here,

but i did see one ghost, at least i was convinced of it at the time. i was at a concert (godspeed you black emperor) in this very old hall, which used to be a dance hall until about 20 (?) years ago. so it's a lovely place, with massively creaky floors and huge columns and the like. there was a girl that walked by me many times, very close, who never made a sound, (and everyone else in the place made the floor creak) and was dressed all in white in clothes straight from the 30s. her hair was styled in that fashion and she looked at me, and emanated weird light. i asked everyone i was with if they had seen her, and none of them had, even though they were standing next to me the whole show..
the end.
by the way, all of your stories are aces. ^_^

(harmless kitty, Tue 28 Oct 2003, 1:05, archived)

You've seen 'Godspeed...'?

Muchos Respectos.

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Herr Tezcat, Tue 28 Oct 2003, 16:56, archived)

heh heh

(harmless kitty, Tue 28 Oct 2003, 19:46, archived)

Not mine, but...

My aunt was quite fond of my nan and grandad (quite understandable really, they were her parents) and appears to keep talking to them despite the fact that they have been dead.

Don't worry, she's quite sane and doesn't talk to walls or empty spaces, but she's used the ouija board to talk to my dead grandad (who didn't seem particularly happy at the time, what with being dead and all). On that night, the host of the board was a friend of my aunt's boyfriend and didn't know my aunt too well. When they summoned a spirit it asked to speak to someone impeticular: my aunt. My aunt asked her boyfriend to leave the room as not to influence the board and asked my dead grandad some questions, to which she has never told anyone what she learned.

A few years later she called in a psychic.

My grandad used to fidget an awful lot (my nan's old chairs had scratches on them from when he would scratch them before he died) and couldn't keep still. My aunt had been proposed to the previous week and had kept her engagement ring out of sight of the psychic as she walked about the house. The psychic finished looking around, didn't find anything dodgy about the house and started attempting to communicate with my grandparents.

All of a sudden she began to fidget and scratch at her arms, asking if she knew anyone who fidgeted in the same manner. Naturally the answer came that my grandad would fidget in such a way. It transpires that both my grandparents were watching over my aunt and knew she was getting married. The psychic relayed the message that they were very happy at the news even though she couldn't have known that my aunt was to be wed.

You see, not all tales from beyond the grave are bad.

(ElectricMonk is falling awake on, Tue 28 Oct 2003, 2:13, archived)

I've never seen a ghost per se,

but I do believe some people are more receptive to spiritual activity than others.

When my darling grandma died last year, I was 6,000 miles away and mum called to say she'd died. Obviously I couldn't get home for the funeral, so on that day I woke up at 3am and headed to the beach at 4am.
Mum had emailed me the order of service and the program and stuff, so I was able to follow it fairly accurately.
I had with me a couple of candle, a blanket (it was cold!) a picture of dear grandma and flowers.
Round about the time when I figured the prayers were, I threw the flowers in the sea.

Towards the end of the service, the sun was coming up and a bunch of seagulls landed on the seashore - on the waterline. One of them couldn't fly anymore and the tide was coming in. I sat with that seagull until he drowned (there was NOTHING I could do for him - I even called 911)...which was the same time the service came to an end.
I maintain to this day that that seagull was there for ME, and was taking a message to my beloved granny.

Other stuff:
When something bad is going to happen to either me or someone close to me, I get this really horrid feeling of despair about an hour beforehand - it's totally overwhelming and usually has me in tears...and then something bad happens.
It's gotten to the point where I will call those I love and tell them I have "that feeling", and yeah, an hour or so later, something happens - the most horrible one was when my best friends parents were killed last year.

Also, the sleep thing. I have severe nightmares and can't wake up, usually they're about "demons" chasing me, and I have lucid dreams (I dream in colour and can change them) but when I have one of these nightmares I can't wake up.

And I can usually tell who's calling before the phone rings, or can tell who's going to be off sick from work that day. My man gets mad at me because he'll plan a "special surprise" and I'll tell him what it is.

Oh, and cheesy as it sounds, when I'm down about something I usually smell lavendar..which was granny dears favourite flower.

Heh.

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Batshitmentalist is sane for once, Tue 28 Oct 2003, 2:33, archived)

"When something bad is going to happen to either me or someone close to me, I get this really horrid feeling of despair"

Touch of spider sense there.

(CheezyPeez, Tue 28 Oct 2003, 8:50, archived)

cheesy sense is tingling

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manolith hooray for me, Wed 29 Oct 2003, 11:32, archived)

I once dated a girl...

...and had a pager

I'd say 'My pager hasn't gone off for a while' and suddenly it'd beep.

Never used it again after we split, the screen broke

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beefandcheese, Thu 30 Oct 2003, 18:42, archived)

No..

..and mainly because I'm not mentally ill..

haaaaaaaaaa

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Signify, Tue 28 Oct 2003, 8:50, archived)

I walked past an empty house once,

and the former occupant had recently passed away. I walked into the garden because there were a pile of old garden tools that I thought may be useful (i'm a bit of a thieving git). Before going over to the tool, i picked up a new Yellow Pages of the floor and suddenly a woman in what seemed to be a white gown, appeared in front of me. I ran quicker that i'd ever done before.
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The house is refurbished now but it still scares me a little bit when I go past. What do you people think? My personified concience telling me not to take the tools or a real ghost?

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Laughing Boy, Tue 28 Oct 2003, 9:22, archived)

tis true

My old school used to be an Abbey and dated from the middle of the previous millenia (Dorset, UK). There were monks that used to parade up and down the corridor outside my 'study'. However due to the fact that the floor had been raised some centuries prior you would only see their top halves. It was very common and most of the school had seen them.. and we thought nothing of it at the time.

(wackers1, Tue 28 Oct 2003, 9:40, archived)

Wales

I lived in a four hundred year old house near Llangollen [Clan-gough-lan]. It was called "Hendy", which in Welsh roughly translates as "Old House". I never saw a ghost but meeting some of the local Joneses, Matthewses, Hugheses, they would introduce themselves like this:
"Hi, I'm Ivor, My cousin's mother's aunty died in your downstairs toilet."
This happened too many times for me to ever feel completely comfortable as I tucked myself into someone's death-bed.

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andythetwig, Tue 28 Oct 2003, 9:54, archived)

When I was younger

I lived in Portishead, Bristol. The house was quite old, but no more than 70 years. If I stood at the top of the stairs I sometimes saw a white disembodies leg from the knee down, it was slightly transparent and was wearing a lacey garter. I even saw it hopping behind the car one day, as I left for school.

(Choaderboy, Tue 28 Oct 2003, 10:28, archived)

I come from Bristol and some of my family live in Portishead.

Ever heard of The Grey Lady in the disused rail tunnel from that goes from Gordano to Avomouth? Apparently if you see her, you die a horrible death.

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karatesausage, Wed 29 Oct 2003, 20:13, archived)

When I was an infant

my aunt looked after me durring the day and took care of my great grandfather, who was quite elderly. We were always together in the same room (and probably the same bed) until he was taken to the hospital. He died before my first birthday, and I have no memories of him alive. I dont remember this happening, but I've heard it. When I was five or so, my grandmother was using and old iron that made a splattery, hissing sort of noise. I made a "ptt ptt" sort of noise back at it, and she dropped the iron. I told her the man did it, so I did it too. Apparenty it was something my great grandfather did.

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gracielou, Tue 28 Oct 2003, 10:41, archived)

a ghost visited me once

and spookily foretold of the the release of a second charlies angels film.

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Sunshine Elephant, Tue 28 Oct 2003, 10:49, archived)

Not really ghosts...

I used to lay in bed at night, in that kind of semi-sleeping/awake state, and swear I'd see things floating around the room. Just everyday objects like my shoe, or a hair brush or something like that. This was while lodging in a rather old house. I just blamed it on the half-asleep state and the fact that I was probably addicted to Pepsi whilst at college.

I come from a backward Suffolk town and there's always plenty of talk of ghosts and stuff on the local back roads (Barnby Bends) and even a pub named after the (obligatory) headless horseman that rides round that way.

I think the legend of Black Shuck (the black dog thing) comes from round our way too, with scratches on the door of a church in Southwold said to be from when someone hid in the church to escape it. Seeing any kind of black dog on the beach while out playing as a lad used to give me the shits big time.

Then again, Most Haunted still gives me the willies ... if you know what I mean!

(antonye, Tue 28 Oct 2003, 10:55, archived)

Black shuck

That dog don't give a fuck!

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Whillow, Tue 28 Oct 2003, 11:35, archived)

A nimbus of blue light surrounds a crimson paw

As he takes another fatal swipe at the Blythburgh Church Door

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manolith hooray for me, Wed 29 Oct 2003, 11:41, archived)

My mum

had a dream one night that she was at a funeral. She didn't know whose it was, but my granny was there so she figured it was either her dad or her brothers. It freaked her out so she had to get up and have a drink. Anyway, next day her dad was killed in a road accident..

I saw a ghost when I was about 5. A gang of friends went to an old deserted farmhouse near where we lived and I saw an old man walk across the path in front of us. He then vanished into thin air. I didn't say anything 'cause I thought my friends would laugh at me... Someone later on said that he thought he'd seen a ghost - turned out we'd all seen him. Wasn't scary though. Just old and sad looking bloke.

Did you know that whistling attracts ghosts? And if you sneeze and no-one says "bless you" a fairy will die.*

*100% FACT

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Wifey, Tue 28 Oct 2003, 10:56, archived)

I thought

if you said "thank you" after someone says "bless you" a fairy dies.
No wonder you don't see many fairies nowadays.

Anyway, just remembered one :

I was in Leeds in the Mid 90's for 8 weeks doing some training with work. I ended up talking about ghosts with this woman.
Basically she told me she thought it would be nice to take photo's of her new house, with all the furnishings. "Apparently" she had a photo of the devil on her TV. I thought this was hilarious (being a total non-believer) and challenged her to bring the photo in.

Anyway, this photo came along and I took one look at it. It was the most horrendously terrifying thing I have seen in my life. The TV wasn't on and it wasnt the flash playing tricks. I had a feeling of terror, and overpowering evil. It almost had me in tears. It was just a face of the devil. Horrible it was. Don't like thinking about it :(

Oh and bad things happened to her until eventually she threw it away. She tried to give it away but no-one wanted to go near it.

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Fronkle99, Tue 28 Oct 2003, 11:12, archived)

Strange Photo Stories Anyone??

Things unexplained things in photos really freak me out, especially after watching The Ring. Anyone out there got any strange photo stories??

(minikins, Tue 28 Oct 2003, 15:21, archived)

I have one...

involving Depeche Mode, of all people.

ALthough it involves a casette tape.

A friend of mine and I were listening to "Music for the Masses" in the car on break during night class.

The tape was old, and so was the tape player. All of a sudden the tape player fouled up and it started to play backwards and this is what we heard:

"He is the light. He is the way" in Martin Gorr's voice. There was also a HOST of strange sounds in the background.. what sounded like people moaning. It was VERY eerie.

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Scoopzilla http://www.slapwatch.com now get to fuck, Tue 28 Oct 2003, 17:19, archived)

Depeche Mode

Damn man, I love them and their music is spooky if you listen to certain bits at different volumes and freaky noises, perfect Haloweeny stuff there.

(minikins, Wed 29 Oct 2003, 9:41, archived)

dm song

what song? backward messages sounds like sumfin mart would do

(The 3rd Duchess of Spank, Fri 31 Oct 2003, 3:54, archived)

yes, i believe I have

I was fifteen and was driving down a deeply wooded road in the berkshire countryside with my dad. The road was about one and a half car wide, and there were walls on each side about 3 metres high.

We were tootling along, when suddenly in front of the car there appears a woman wearing a long black dress, black hair, and black shoes – in a victorian style. We swerved and braked hard to avoid her, and then we carried on down the road to the house where my father was going to drop me off (about another 50 ft down the road). There are no gaps in the walls between where we saw the woman and the driveway I was dropped off at.

When my dad turned the car around the woman had disappeared. Then entire time between passing her the first time, and turning the car around was only 20 seconds or so, and either she had somehow scaled a 3 metre high wall in that time (very unlikely she was not tall, nor looked particularly strong), or she had simply disappeared….

Rather creepy. My best guess was that perhaps it was the ghost of someone who had died on that road a long time ago.

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rosey, Tue 28 Oct 2003, 11:05, archived)

I once lived in a haunted house in Aberdeen

and saw absolutely nothing, although there were a few dead wasps in the attic.

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corington, Tue 28 Oct 2003, 11:25, archived)

o
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(Smellywrist, Fri 31 Oct 2003, 11:15, archived)

I think I did

Though parts of this story may be poorly remembered and mixed up.

When I was about 9 my school took us on a five day residential trip to Hadrian's Wall, we stayed at this youth hostel not far from there. It was apparently where tea had first been brewed and was called First Brew or something. Anyway, I was one of the first to finish dinner there and went upstairs to get my money for the vending machine. When you get to the top of the stairs there, there's a door to the corridor our room, then at the end of the corridor, another door with a glass pane. I opened the door and some guy in year 6 (Terry or something) told me he'd just looked through the glass pane and seen an old woman beconing him. He was really freaked and ran downstairs. So, I grabbed my money as quickly as I could, ran to the end of the corridor, opened the door to the stairs and just saw a huge purple blur rush past it and through the wall, so I legged it downstairs. Didn't think anything of it till I told my dad when I got back.

Couple of days later, I'd told Terry about it while we were there, and he came up to me to say that he'd told the manager who said that a woman had died in one of the rooms in that corridor, wearing a purple shirt. Don't know how much I believe it though.

And it's not strictly ghost like, but if I'm thinking of a bad memory or often for no reason, I'll spazz out for a few seconds and say something without meaning to, usually "I want to go home" I can remember this happening since I was about 7. The other day in Drama at school the teacher was talking and I just said "a duck" for no reason at all. It's freaking me out because it's like something's controlling me, and it seams like the right kinda thread cos I can say some ghost's controlling me or whatever. So,anyone offer any form of explination?

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Whillow, Tue 28 Oct 2003, 11:47, archived)

hmm...

evil spirits take you over an make you
say things like "a duck"? I diagnose a
case of waterfowl-tourettes syndrome.

(haberman is singing in the changes, Tue 28 Oct 2003, 18:12, archived)

A guy I once worked for

owned two really nice houses through inheriting from his grandparents.

He lived in one and the other was usually rented out, but had been left empty for most of the year. He therefore used to go and check on it most Saturdays, mostly to keep it tidy for potential rental viewers.

One summer he noticed furniture moving about - he'd arrange the furniture in the living room, and come back the next week to find the chairs slightly moved. Things like that.

Then food started going missing. So, obviously someone was living there, right?

He searched the whole house from top to bottom and found nothing - even poked about in the attic he'd not been in for years and there wasn't a trace of someone apart from the stuff moving about.

A few months later he was passing the house and decided to look in on the spur of the moment. That time he heard something moving and immediately called the police.

The police turned up and searched the house as he had done, but still found nothing. By now he was a little freaked out as he'd clearly heard something moving, but there was no evidence of anyone in the house.

Trying to be rational they decided that he and the police would "pretend" to leave the house to see what happened. After half an hour or so of tense silence, they heard another thump.

He looked at the police, they looked at him, and then there was a louder noise...

... and a bloke who'd been living in the attic for 9 months walked down the stairs. He'd build a false wall across the attic and filled it with odds and ends from the house to make it comfy.

So, no ghost, but a scary story all the same.

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chthonic, Tue 28 Oct 2003, 12:02, archived)

That is so Funny =D

I'm just imagining the looks on the faces of the squatter and the police.

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Weetobix, Tue 28 Oct 2003, 12:44, archived)

Brilliant...

After reading of all these ghosts, to read that...

I LoL'd

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Herr Tezcat, Tue 28 Oct 2003, 17:10, archived)

Not a ghost sighting, more of a ghost "hearing" and a ghostly scent.

A few years ago, my Gran (on Mum's side) died and my wife and I went to Oxford for her funeral along with my sister and my mum.

After the funeral everyone went back to Gran & Grandad's for the wake before finally heading back home late that evening. Now, we split up en-route - mum and my sister went back to my sister's house and my wife and I continued homewards... The spookyness started when we got home.

As we got home we noticed that the house was warmer than usual - the sort of temperature that Grand's place used to be at and there was also a gentle smell of lavender throughout the house. Now, Gran & Grandad grew a huge lavender bush by their front door and Lavender was one of Gran's favourite scents.

Most spooky of all, was the fact that there was an answerphone message on our answering machine, which had been left at the start of the funeral service. This answerphone message was the first 5 minutes of the service with the same classical music that was played.

Now, maybe you'd think that maybe someone had their mobile phone turned on and managed to accidentally dial our home phone number, therby recording the start of the service?

Well, no sooner than we had finished listening to the message than the phone rang.

It was my sister, freaking out because her house was warmer than normal, lavender scented and there was a 5 minute message on her answer phone as well.

No sooner than she hung up, than it was my Mum's turn to call. Warm house, lavender scent, same message on the phone....

We compared notes and they were all the same message. 3 people, 3 mobiles, accidentally ringing 3 different phones at exactly the same time? I don't think so! We all decided that it was actually Gran's way of saying goodbye.

(DaveA, Tue 28 Oct 2003, 12:07, archived)

ohhh scary

didn't happen to me but happened to the GF's mother and her boyfriend

They'd gone to a gig avay from home and overnighted in your usual 'scary inn/hotel' After a few beers in the bar the barmaid let on that the room they were staying in was haunted by the ghost of a cloaked man. cue nervous giggles.

Later that night creaking noise wakes GF's mother who turns to see a cloaked figure looming towards her in the dark, her gasp wakes the boyfriend (not the sharpest tool in the box you understand) who proceeds to 'punch' the ghost. Fast forward to next day in local casualty boyfriend has broken hand in plaster from punching the edge of the wardrobe door which had swing open towards bed during night. Wardrobe door itself having swung open, as a consequence of being used to hang the GF's mother's long coat on it, lack of coat hangers you see.....

so anyone who tells you that ghosts can hurt you is lying obv....

(d1x1e, Tue 28 Oct 2003, 12:13, archived)

Sleeping in sitting rooms is bad

I was at a friends house (well his parents house), staying over for the first time. We'd had a few drink etc and I was sleeping in the sitting room, on his sofa.

The living room had a kind of marbled glass door looking out into the hall.

So, I awoke to see what looked like a women walking along the hall. Just looked normal and I never thought anything of it.

next day I asked him who the woman was.

"Oh, that's our ghost." was the reply!!!

Turns out they'd bought a haunted house, and they'd all had creepy experiences with this lady...

Apparently his folks are none to pleased with the people who they bought the house from.

The funniest part of this story (and I'm guilty too) is that no one wants to stay at his house when we are sober, but after a few drinks we all think we're in ghostbusters and are fighting for floor space in his living room.

Anyone who watches "Most Haunted" or other such programmes will know that ghosts are NEVER spotted when you are looking for them :-(

(JohnBS, Tue 28 Oct 2003, 12:51, archived)

A secret

Hmm...I tell u a secret , im a ghost .

(Dittmeyer, Tue 28 Oct 2003, 12:56, archived)

Bizarre goings on

When I was at college I went out with a girl for about 18 months. The guy who she was seeing before was a right bastard, used to beat her up regularly, stuff like that. Before her and I got together, the twat boyfriend had got pissed and wrapped his mum's car around a tree. Took him about 20 minutes to die :) (if this sounds evil of me bear in mind my girlfriend was 16 years old when he used to beat her up). Anyway, a few wierd things happened while we were together, like once we were in my bedroom and she went white as a sheet and said she could smell his aftershave, and that she had heard his voice. In my house!
Another thing was once I gave her one of my silver rings to wear on a chain around her neck (as you do when a teenager). She had a dream that twat boyf had ripped the necklace off and threw it away, when she woke up she still had the chain on but the ring was gone. It was found later on the floor of the bathroom. The only way it could have come off the chain would have been to open the clasp, take the ring off and then do the clasp back up again. It freaked me a bit at the time, ie it was either a ghost or she really needed some help of some kind. Either way, not a desirable situation...

(mr pete, Tue 28 Oct 2003, 13:33, archived)

there was this one time...

there was this one time, where i saw a ghost.

:O scary, right?

(:P, Tue 28 Oct 2003, 13:44, archived)

During the winter in my Nan's kitchen we could hear this eerie creaking.

My Nan told us it was the ghost of my recently deceased Granddad in his ethereal rocking chair.

(turns out it was the corregated metal roof on the shed, contracting in the cold).

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gingerbenji wrote a book http://goo.gl/8UiGjd, Tue 28 Oct 2003, 13:47, archived)

It all begins 2 years ago

my then best friend and i were walking home after a night at the cinema. I left him at the end of my road and he walked onto his house (the next road down). The next morning i was woken by my mum. The police were round. It turns out Simon had suffered a massive stroke metres from his house. Everyone was shocked and i was devastated.
1 and a half years had passed and i was clearing out the stuff in my wardrobe, i found a personal organiser, it had been a present from simon. I had programmed in everyone's phone numbers and what not. I opened it up and switched it on. By this time i had lost contact with all my old frineds (change of school)I decided i would reminice by scanning through the phone book There was only one phone number and address... Simons. I then glanced to the corner where the date was. It had stopped on that night i had left him 22nd July.

(Cockfosters!, Tue 28 Oct 2003, 13:51, archived)

Tell me more

Has anything else happened since??

About ten years ago some mates and I were out in Marlow for some beers (not me I was driving) and when we decided to go home I was going to take my mate Howard home, but he said he would take a lift from someone else in our group. I had a rare-ish shitty car at the time, a gold Austin metro and so did the girl who ended up taking him clubbing in Henley. Sadly they never got there, the car crashed on the way and my friend died, the other two passengers in the car were OK - physically.

I still wish I had taken him home.

Not really a ghostly story but I do speak to him sometimes and think he is still around.

(minikins, Tue 28 Oct 2003, 15:38, archived)

No ntohing else

i like to think the organizer is his way of making sure i never forget him

(Cockfosters!, Tue 28 Oct 2003, 16:15, archived)

I had a go with a Ouija board once

with some schoolfriends. And after five minutes of "MIKE IS A FAT PRICK" and "DAVE SUCKS BOYS", the messages reaching us from the afterlife dried up in a strange combination of giggles and strops.

I think there should be a way of linking some of these stories with confessions on the Wind-Ups thread.

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Flapjack I spay a little mare for you, Tue 28 Oct 2003, 14:23, archived)

Ferndown, Dorset

I used to work in a place called the Dormy Hotel. It's an old place and was originally opened in 1910. Its a jumble of old buildings and houses and has spread out by buying up the houses next to it. Some are converted into new rooms for the hotel and some of the tattier houses are turned into staff quarters for the live-in people.

When I was working there years ago most of my mates were the chefs and all lived in a building called Tralee. Twas a shithole of a place, as with most staff accomodation, and there were 3 (i think) rooms upstairs and 3 down. The front door was always unlocked and only the main rooms were locked.

I knew everyone in the building always knew when people were working, what their shifts were etc. At the time I was working in the leisure club so I always finished early, before everyone else, so Id pop into the busy main kitchen grab the room key off my mate or one of the other chefs then walk across the grounds through a pitch black carpark, back to his room to drink a few beers, smoke a reefer and play mario kart or street fighter2 till everyone got back.

One winters night I was there on my own with no weed and no booze. completely straight. I knew there was no one in the house and I would have definitely heard if anyone had come into the building as the room was right next to the heavy front door. So.... I was sat smoking loads of fags, trying to complete mario kart when all of a sudden I felt absolutely convinced there was someone behind me, bear in mind I was on the sofa that was against the wall. I stopped what I was doing and sat there a bit freaked out with the jingle of the video game music in the background. I told myself I was being a dick so carried on playing when I felt it again, this time twice as strong, all the hair on my neck stood on end and I had goose pimples all over me. I jumped up and looked around me when I turned to face the wall the fucking room door banged shut followed by all the doors in the house opening then slamming shut almost consecutively. Basically I fucking ran, I ran as fast as my legs would carry me back to the staff canteen where it took a shedload of cooking port to stop me shaking and bring the colour back to my cheeks. Needless to say I never went there on my own again.

It was after this and after speaking to some of the older people who had worked at the hotel for longer that I found out a few more ghost stories about the place and the hotel in general, in particular because it was used as a hospital during the war. I dont have time now as ive typed my little heart out and im working but if anyones interested I'll tell them tomorrow.

(Dave Mash, Tue 28 Oct 2003, 15:55, archived)

ooh!

i hope you'll tell more. woo!

(harmless kitty, Tue 28 Oct 2003, 20:09, archived)

Hope you like this one - it 100% noshit truthfulnessishness

This was year’s ago, late seventies, I was about 8-9 yrs old. We were living in Islamabad in Pakistan as ex-pats and therefore had the big house and servants and all that malarkey. Every evening the cook, Ashif, would call us from the kitchen about 5 minutes before he dished up the food so that we could get to the table. The main part of the house was open plan, with a large living area and dining area and the first floor had this kind of all-round balcony looking down over the downstairs parts.
Anyhoo, this one night, we (me, my bro, mum, & dad) were sitting watching some TV waiting for dinner, and we hear a cough from the mezzanine above, we all pretty much look up at the same time, and there’s Ashif looking over the banister from upstairs. So my Dad is pretty pissed off, as Ashif was not allowed upstairs, and says something like ‘What the hell are you doing up there, Ashif?’ and Ashif replies with his usual ‘Sahib, Memsahib, dinner is ready’. At which point my old man is clearly getting angrier, he gets up as if there’s going to be a big fuss. Just then there’s this kind of shriek coming from the dining area.
We all look round and what do we see?… Ashif looking shit scared at the kitchen door by the downstairs dining area looking up at where we had all just seen Ashif upstairs!
We all kind of did this double take back upstairs but the first Ashif had gone. Ashif kind of went all wobbly and my Mum just sent him back to his quarters. We dished up dinner ourselves and all sat down and had these kind of subdued ‘Well, that was peculiar, oh well…’ types of conversations and we sort of got over it.
Ashif died 3 days later, no shit….

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Jacksonville Missed me fuckin Candles, Tue 28 Oct 2003, 14:59, archived)

Several stories:

First one is about me. When I was 16 I went out with this guy, I went out with him for a couple of years and it's the only thing me and my mum have ever disagreed about, and boy did we disagree! She hated him so much it was quite startling. Anyway throughout the whole time we were going out whenever I was actually with him I'd get a sense of someone looking at me and catch the sight of a guy in the distance or corner of the room or something. Kind of like you get when a coat is hung up and out of the corner of your eye it looks like someone then you realise it's not. Except with this guy when I actually looked there was never something to explain the shape I'd seen or anything and it happened all the time, always a guy standing up looking at me that I saw out of the corner of my eye. I also had a feeling of who it was, it was an old boss of my mum's he'd died when I was about 5. When my mum first moved to my area he gave her a job and they were great friends and he always said he'd look after me and her. I hadn't thought about this guy in years but as soon as I started seeing this character I knew it was him. Looking out for me like he'd promised because my mum was so worried about me.

(Peachykeen, Tue 28 Oct 2003, 15:27, archived)

Next:

This is a horrible thing that happened to my cousin. She has daughter, about 3 at the time, and a husband who's in the army and therefore away a lot. She lived in a cottage on the edge of her parents in law's land (they're loaded). Since they'd moved into this cottage her daughter had got an imaginary friend, a little boy she used to play with. They thought this was normal enough being an only child living in the middle of nowhere. After a while however she started saying that she didn't want to play with him anymore, so thinking it was an imaginary friend her mum just said well you don't have to just don't. This went on for some time and the daughter started getting quite upset that this boy kept coming back and she really didn't want to play with him, she wouldn't say why she just didn't like him anymore. One night when she was in one of these states her mum said she could sleep in her bed with her so he wouldn't come and ask her to play.
My cousin got woken in the middle of the night to her daughter screaming and being dragged down the bed and off the end. My cousine didn't see the boy just what he was doing which was very physical.
She grabbed the keys and drove in her nighty to her parents in laws' and wouldn't go back in the house till they did something.
They got the local priest in to excorcise and investigate. On looking in the church records he found out that a family had lived there who'd had a son, they think he may not have been baptised because for some reason when he died at the age of 4 he was buried in the garden and not in the churchyard. There had been no children living in the house since.
The theory was he was just as lonely as my cousins daughter had been, stuck in the house for years with no one to play with and got violent when he thought he'd be left alone again because she didn't want to play. Quite sad really.

(Peachykeen, Tue 28 Oct 2003, 15:37, archived)

Last one:

When my mum was a little girl her dad's local had a traditional off-license bar which was like a little room at the side with a seperate door that sold beer and fags over the counter to take away. Despite being little (about 9) they new her dad so she was aloud to buy fags for him.
One day she went in and there was a new guy behind the counter. She thought this was odd but asked for her dads' fags which she was given and then he asked for the cash. He asked her for about a tenth of what they cost, she thought he was dumb and new and it was great because she could keep the change. She put the money on the counter and turned to leg it before he realised his mistake. Then she heard her sunday name being shouted from behind her. It was the landlord of the pub, no-one else was to be seen and he was asking what she thought she was playing at jumping over the counter and taking the fags and leaving the wrong money! Why hadn't she just shouted him if he wasn't there like normal. He basically accused her of stealing. She told her story but he said she was making it up because they didn't have a new guy. He also told her dad who didn't believ her either, she got a belting!
It was only when the story got back to the landlady she backed my mum up. She saw this guy all the time but never told her husband because she thought he'd just call her a silly moo! He had never bothered her so she just left him to it. They never found out how many other people he'd served without them knowing.

(Peachykeen, Tue 28 Oct 2003, 15:45, archived)

Erm...

Is anyone getting concerned that there might in fact be actual life after death? Which would suggest that god exists? Therefore most of us are going to hell? I'm off to church after work...

(mr pete, Tue 28 Oct 2003, 16:03, archived)

Hell?

What is this hell place? *looks puzzled*

*flips through a dictionary*

Ahhh, Hell. Christian mythology. Gotcha.

(DaveA, Tue 28 Oct 2003, 16:17, archived)

Being a ghost

wouldn't be so bad if you had died somewhere good, like the ladies showers at the gym or a fireworks factory. Imagine the fun you could have!

(mr pete, Tue 28 Oct 2003, 16:29, archived)

Life after death doens't suggest g o d exists at all.

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Batshitmentalist is sane for once, Tue 28 Oct 2003, 18:44, archived)

Was just thinking that myself

Life after death can just be phenomena - do do do do do phenomena. Maybe God is a ghost !

(minikins, Wed 29 Oct 2003, 9:46, archived)

Maybe

God is the ghost of everybody who didn't get stuck here.
Oooh... 'We are God. Resistance is futile. Your distinctivness will be added to our own.'

(notcarlos, Wed 29 Oct 2003, 20:02, archived)

Near death experiences...

...have you noticed everyone says 'I saw a bright light' or 'I was floating upwards'

and never 'bloody hell, it was really hot and fiery!'

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beefandcheese, Thu 30 Oct 2003, 20:24, archived)

yeah

or never " It was really long. And boring. And hot. Like florida type hot. Florida. Yeah, we went to florida. Awright, i went to florida!"

(number 27-hunter, Thu 30 Oct 2003, 22:09, archived)

scary sleepwalk or teleportation or summat

when i was about 7-8ish i went on a trip with my parents to see the mary rose down in portsmouth. we stayed at a hilton. one of those cheap hotels called hilton more like travel inn than a posh place. i fell asleep in my bed. and woke up standing up in the pitch black. feeling around i could feel what seemed like a sink and bumbled about banging into other bathroom like furniture. nowhere could i find anysort of light switch. this is more than a bit scary when you are 7ish. but i was a pragmatic kiddy and realised i had probably sleptwalked into the bathroom. stumbling about i found my way out of the bathroom and still in pitch black i walked into the edge of a bed. at this point i heard someone groan and mutter in sleep and turn over. the room i went to bed in was just me, no-one else. this is when i got really scared. not wanting to wake whoever this person was i crept in total blackness round the walls until i found the door to the room and eventually out into the corridor. not only was this not my room, this wasn't even the same floor.

to this day i have no idea how i got into that room (locked like hotel rooms generally are presumably)or who was in there. i do know that when i got back to my room, the door was ajar, so presumably i exited that way rather than spontainiously teleported.

i have never sleptwalked before or after that day.

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monstrinho do biscoito teeeshurts = www.nogunarmy.com, Tue 28 Oct 2003, 16:19, archived)

woo yay

portsmouth's first mention that ive seen. thats where i come from. where abouts was the hotel?

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manolith hooray for me, Thu 30 Oct 2003, 11:00, archived)

god knows

it was 17 years ago.

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monstrinho do biscoito teeeshurts = www.nogunarmy.com, Thu 30 Oct 2003, 15:23, archived)

kitchen ghost, smiling bomber pilot

I once worked for a frozen food supermarket and lived in a company flat above one of their shops. There were three flats, one of which was occupied by a couple of young colleagues, the middle was empty and I lived alone in the third. The young colleagues had told me that they once had a ouija board session in their flat and the board told them that someone had been brutally murdered in my flat and consequently I was being haunted by an unhappy spirit. I gave them the pre-requisite "chinny re-CKON!" chin rub and happily lived there on my own until one fearful night.
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The living rooms of these flats faced the high street and the kitchens faced the back of the shop, which was completely unlit at night time. I had walked into the kitchen and started the washing up when I heard a subtle "thump thump thump" coming from somewhere in my flat. I went into the living room and put my ear against the wall thinking that someone had broken in next door and was messing about. It was silent. I went back into the kitchen - there was that "thump thump thump" again. I went upstairs and listened in the bedrooms. They too were silent. I went back into the kitchen - still more "thump thump thump." I thought back to the conversation about the ouija board and the grisly death in my flat, perhaps it WAS haunted after all. I went into the hall and there was a terrible, evil smell there, but no noise. I went back into the kitchen - "thump thump thump." In a panic I started to convince myself that the person really had died a horrible death in my kitchen and I was hearing the spectral version of their dying heartbeat.
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It wasn't until I had abandoned the washing up and walked hastily out of the kitchen that I realised that the draught from my passing was making the open kitchen door bang "thump thump thump" against the fridge. It turned out that the terrible, evil smell in the hall was the post-flatwarming party vomit from a month or two previous that a friend had helpfully hoovered up, festering in the bag of my vacuum cleaner which I kept under the stairs.
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So no, I haven't seen a ghost.
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My Gran did, though. During World War 2 she saw my Great Uncle Terry in his RAF uniform standing at the foot of her bed smiling at her the very night he and the bomber he was piloting were shot down over the English Channel. His body washed to shore a few days later.

(bez_lightyear, Tue 28 Oct 2003, 16:20, archived)

Yes, I've seen a few.

I went to a horrendous private elementary and junior high school. But enough about me. It's time to talk about the ghosts.

This school, set in New York, not far from Washington Irving's legendary Sleepy Hollow was a potpourri of veritable supernatural phenomena. Every year, for the benefit of new students, we'd have the same assembly on the first week. The principal (who called himself the "headmaster") would discuss various school policies and would end each speech with, "Now, the buildings are set up in such a way so that when they were built, the sunlight passed through it at different angles and the wind passes through them in strange ways. It is just the building architecture, tricks of the light, and your imagination. There are no phantoms."

He lies. There ARE phantoms. Anyone who passed through this school believes in ghosts. I don't know why they're there or where they came from. Now, they didn't appear each day. Their appearances were few and far between. Imagine a bug in your house. You don't seem them every day, but you know they're there, and anytime when you take a casual glance at a wall or ceiling, you just might catch one.

The first one I saw was in the woods bordering the playground. Some kids were saying that if you went and stood in a particular spot, the air around you suddenly grew chill for no apparent reason. I went and stood there, and saw a little boy's face appear from the leaves of the closest shrub. He mouth was moving but he made no noise. A group of kids gathered around as I tried to speak to the apparition, but I don't remember engaging in any successful communication with him. He vanished a minute and a half later.

The second time, a friend of mine, Rebecca, was tossing her pencil into the air during social studies class. At the peak of one toss, the pencil disobeyed gravity and simply hovered for a few seconds before returning to her hand. She stared at me then raised her hand. The teacher called on her and Rebecca began, "Mrs. Lasner, my pencil just..."

"Just ignore it, dear," Mrs. Lasner interrupted, "We're talking about Indonesia."

The third and final time I saw a specter was on my way to foreign language class down the hallway of the new 7th and 8th grade building. A pale grown person walked across the hall about thirty feet in front of me from one room to another. This was no trick of light or wind. I couldn't tell the gender, but this was a ghost person. I think I was the only one who saw it, but I remember it taking me a while to gather up the nerves to continue on down the hall. Whoever it was had vanished.

(JMG114, Tue 28 Oct 2003, 16:29, archived)

A few experiences...

... this one was most recent. It was the night after my great-grandmothers funeral. We had traveled to Gunnedah for it (rural Australia) and were staying in a little motel. Me and the missus were laying in bed and I was having a go at her for something or other when I saw something hovering above us (it was dark, pitch black), and we both promptly stopped talking and it eventually disapeared. If it was her I'm assuming she was getting me to stop going off at the missus, and I tell you, it fucking worked.

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luke_woods, Tue 28 Oct 2003, 16:32, archived)

When I was about eleven, at school..

..a bunch of girls brought in a pair of L-shape divining rods made out of coathangers. They would hold the rods one in each hand with the long ends pointing away from them and ask questions, if the rods would cross the answer was yes and if they repelled then the answer was no. Although most were sceptical, this started off a bit of a craze with many of us butchering wire coathangers to make our own sets.

Myself and a friend did a few experiments, such as finding a single book in the school library. One of us would select a book at random whilst the other was out side and the other would find it using the rods as if you were finding water. Strangely enough, it bloody worked. This led on to more experiments.

People were also talking about ouija boards, their various different layouts and methods of conducting such "seances". My friend and I had decided to try one, and one day after school were in his bedroom with the curtains closed, a crude hand written board and a small glass. We did not know if you had to say a word to start it off so we decided to ask the rods. Holding the rods I jokingly asked, "Is the word Death?".

The rods crossed and became fixed in a cross by some freaky magnetic power. I shat it.

I had trouble sleeping for months afterwards...

(Grobie, Tue 28 Oct 2003, 16:33, archived)

Oiuja

I once was so scared by doing a oiuja board that I cried.

I was eleven though.

We made it out of paper, (me and Stephen, my step brothers step brother) and once it had forfilled it's job of scaring the utter shit out of us we ripped it up and threw it in the bin, only for it to reappear on the kitchen floor about a dozen times.

And I had to sleep in my mums bed after that experience.

In the words of Bernard Manning:
"Don't Fucking Do it kids! It's fucking not fucking clever!"

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ScintillateRich, Tue 28 Oct 2003, 17:06, archived)

I once lost a lot of blood and

saw a projection of myself looking at me with great concern; the me then came with me to the hospital till I finally passed out. I was young so, nothing to do with drink, drugs, etc.

I also see aura, and i don't believe in any of this type of stuff.

Oh, the power of denial.

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d.r._and_quinch when will you be famous?, Tue 28 Oct 2003, 17:19, archived)

Got a couple

When I was 14 I was in Arisaig in the North of Scotland with my family. We were staying in a cottage with wooden walls inside, and I went into my parents' room to get my 2 year old sister who was on the bed. I was standing in the doorway talking to her when suddenly the wooden walls started to vibrate really loudly. It was a sound like when a phone vibrates on a wooden surface, only it was the whole room. My sister absolutely did her nut, she was screaming and crying, looking up at the ceiling. Then after a few seconds it stopped and she calmed down straight away.

Also, one time when my boyfriend was babysitting his little brother, he was in the living room and it was dark outside so he couldn't see outside if he looked out the window, just his own reflection. Anyway, he was getting a bit freaked out and thinking about shutting the curtains. He glanced over at the window and back at the TV, only to do a frantic double-take as he realised what he'd seen hadn't been the reflection of his face as he'd expected to see, but of the side of his own head.

So yeah, not exactly ghost stories, but freaky all the same.

(Sus_K, Tue 28 Oct 2003, 17:44, archived)

i think i know...

what it was that made the cottage walls vibrate.

concorde. the aeroplane.

it would make sense if it was on its way to new york.

the same thing happened in my parents' house in cornwall (when the plane was heading for the caribbean). at the same time of night, about twice a week the wooden sash windows all over the house would vibrate as the plane passed over and the sonic boom hit us. made an awful noise.

you couldn't hear the sound of the plane though - only the sound of the vibration of the windows.

not so spooky after all. happy or sad now you have a rational explanation?

greggo

(greggo, Tue 28 Oct 2003, 17:58, archived)

It was so no concorde.

It only happened once the whole time we were there, and only in that room. My parents and brother in the living room didn't hear a thing.

(Sus_K, Tue 28 Oct 2003, 20:05, archived)

I haven't seen a ghost but I had a satanist for a g/f once

Actually it's less exciting than it sounds. I was just young and so desperate not to die a virgin that I went out with a fat girl who claimed to worship satan. Just so I could get laid.
Wish I could say it was worth it.
She kept on bawling with regret over her soul being taken and swore blind she had a "666" branded on her right knee (or was it her left?), anyway there was nothing there. So I decided she was a freak and I dumped her.
Anyway I think she was miffed 'cos I've never been able to hold down a long term relationship since.
Is this a curse or am I just a loser? ...you decide

(trollbite, Tue 28 Oct 2003, 18:44, archived)

Loser...

...NEXT!

;0)

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sick_boy, Wed 29 Oct 2003, 13:56, archived)

My Hawaii ghost story

My Hawaii ghost story

Kind of long. I originally posted this up on an absinthe forum, and had to explain some shit to people who didn't know about various hawaii-stuff:

I grew up in hawaii. Lots of ghost stories there. One im familiar with is the one about "night marchers". Hawaiian ghosts walking in a line to some destination, normally for war. There was a televised show about how this one little boy would always wake up at night sometimes, and walk outside, toward the beach. It freaked his parents out quite a bit of course, but more so because when they caught him doing it, he always looked like he was holding someone's hand.

Later they found out that night marchers were going off to battle on that same path, to the same beach years ago, and they felt that they were walking in a line through the boys room, waking him up, and having him follow them. They moved his bed to the other side of the room, had the house blessed by a kahuna, and it stopped.

Anyway, I went back to visit hawaii in November of 2001. I Have some good friends still living out there.
Now, I do not personally believe in an afterlife in any way period. It seems too.. well... Let's just say, If we were like turtles, laid and forgotten and not raised by parents, I don't think we would need to create an adult "god" or whatever, or have to think happy thoughts about their being a "point" to things, and everlasting existence. Belief in an afterlife seems like a blanket to me...

Anyway, My friend Justin and I bought some food, and decided to go up to Volcano national park on the Big Island of Hawaii. (where i am from). He had never been to Thurston's lava tube. It's wired with lights inside, and maybe about 1/2 mile long. Pretty big, but you have to park, and walk about 1,000-2,000 feet on a rough crappy cement path to get there. Unlit, as the park normally closes before dark. They don't close down the park at night, because there are a few hotels up there, mostly for tourists. I used to drive up there at night to look at the stars, and just hang out somewhere quiet, so i knew we could go up there with no problems.

So at about a little after midnight, we arrived, and were driving around looking for this place. I went to the lava tube as a child with my family, so i didn't remember where it was, and the park has no lights past the front gated area. Lots of roads, which lead to parking lots where you can see craters, smoking sulfur pits, and even one which goes down to a road which was covered with a lava flow a while back. That's a real trip, seeing a road suddenly covered with about 2 feet of lava rock. (the road is blocked off before this of course, the flow is still somewhat active close to there), but you are allowed to drive up to almost that point where the road is covered.

Well, we finally found the parking lot to the lava tube. They had a small sign. Now, there were 4 paths to take, 2 going left and 2 right on each side of the parking lot. No signs on any of the paths, so that didn't help. Wasn't a full moon out, but close enough, pretty clear, and bright enough to see.

We didn't bring flashlights, because we forgot to. We figured we didn't need them when we relized this, because i remembered the lava tube as having lights inside it. (Had to during the day, it would be totally dark otherwise). We were making tons of "menehune" and "night marcher" jokes. Menehune's are more like children, not ghosts, but we were still joking. It's dark, cold, and quite up there. You can see every damn star in the universe it's so high up. Ok, exaggeration, but that IS close to where the observatories are, one of the most powerful telescope in the world (on land anyway). All of our street lights on the big island are yellow, because it cuts down on the reflected atmospheric glare which would affect this telescope. This makes things even more clear for your eyes alone. It's a real trip all of those stars, nothing else like it, nowhere even comes close.

So we tried a path, and after a while of walking, i figured it wasn't the right path... so we then walked down the other path for a little while... nope! Still not it.

We finally tried one of the paths on the other side. One was going up, one down. I figured it would be the one going down, so we walked for a bit, then finally gave up, decided to drive around again just to make sure the sign we had seen said this was it. So we walk back, and drive around, yes, this was the place. Wish they had put up signs on the paths.

So we parked again, and started walking on the same lower path. This was a pretty rain forest"y" area, lots of trees, vines, and so forth, but the path was upkept well, like i said earlier, the path is like a rough concrete, maybe about 4-5 feet wide at most. Still, there was more than enough moonlight coming in through the trees for us to see. I wouldn't say you could easily see more than 20-25 feet into the trees though, but when the path was straight, you could see far. The path curved a bit, and was somewhat uneven, so I was mostly looking down at the path while I was walking, didn't want to walk off of it, trip on something or anything.

Well, after walking for maybe 5-6 mins, I rounded a corner, and all of a sudden, about 15 feet ahead there was this dark shape in the middle of the path. It took me a second to register it. At first, i thought, "woah, a tree stump? doesn't make sense, coming up through the concrete..." Then i stopped, and looked up at it.

It was this shape, someone standing there, wearing a black cloak pulled over their head, but not really over their face much. It was dark, so i couldn't make out any facial features. It was a little less wide then me, but it looked a bit taller.

My friend stopped behind me too. I thought, "oh, someone else is going here at night too". Then quickly i realized it wasn't moving, just standing there looking at us... ALSO without a flashlight. I was going to say, "Hi" but didn't, because I realized that it was too weird. I thought we were about to be mugged or something for a second, why else would someone be right there on the path, standing still, looking at us, and also not have a flashlight? (This whole thought process thing must have taken about 20-30 seconds max). I just stood there looking at it for a while, then noticed that the feet, well, this black shroud didn't touch the ground, it was about 2-3" off the ground. Not much, but enough to see the road behind it a bit, and see that it wasn't standing on the ground.

That was too much. Without turning around, I said to my friend, "What the fuck is that!?" He replied, "I don't know, let's get out of here", peeking over my shoulder at this thing.

I kept looking at it's face, because it was shady and dark, but had this slight shine to what could be a chin, or part of a face. Different lighting on it. I kept looking at it, up and down, noticing the fact that it seemed to be floating, and trying to see if it moved or if i could make out it's face. For a second i thought it was coming closer, but I realized it wasn't. It kept looking at us, directly at us.

"Chris, let's get out of here, I want to get the fuck out of here!" Justin said.

Now like I said earlier, this was really creeping me out, but i have no belief in any afterlife, so I really wasn't about to just walk away. Instead, I started to walk forward, and after closing about half the distance, Leaving my friend behind me, I realized what it was.

A giant palm leaf had died, and was bent, still hanging on the tree, exactly in the middle of the path. It was still attached, so it was hanging a few inches off of the ground. I laughed, but I still felt wired. We both were. The head part didn't look like it had anything connected to it, I still don't know how the lighting made it look so damn much like a person. It was a perfect silhouette of a person, and was very 3 dimensional.

You had to have been there, it was just a trick of the light, and everything, but damn, it was so real it was sobering. It's like every ghost story you have ever heard in your life come true... Just the fact that this thing looked like it was wearing a black cloak (The silhouette of the leaf) seemed odd to me, almost well... stupid. Part of the reason why I couldn't stop looking at it.

Im glad I didn't go back and split like my friend wanted to, because this would have plagued me for the rest of my life. Sadly, I think I saw the end to every ghost story ever told, by actually confronting what we saw. Your mind filling things in, and going awry, when it was just a simple thing, which with a flashlight, or good lighting would quickly let you see what it is.

We did turn back anyway, and hung out at the car for a bit, then tried the top path, and it of course led us right to the lava tube, in about half the distance we had walked to find the 'ghost'. So we ate our food, and made more jokes before we left...

Never told that to anyone before, so I figured I would share. : )

Sorry for the grammer and spelling, Im no writer.

(Christoscamaro, Tue 28 Oct 2003, 19:54, archived)

garden ghost

My Mum took this photo of me in the garden last summer. When she had the film developed there appears to be what looks like a little boy standing behind me. I was on my own when the photo was taken and it's not a photoshop.

(Mushy pea, Tue 28 Oct 2003, 20:34, archived)

That's my boy

wondered where I put him

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Jacksonville Missed me fuckin Candles, Tue 28 Oct 2003, 21:00, archived)

I assume then

that you were wondering who the man was in the front of shot. All is solved and well again with the world. let's have a cake.

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dotmund .co.uk, Tue 28 Oct 2003, 21:09, archived)

I would be freaked out

but I'm too fascinated by your garden. Woo.

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dotmund .co.uk, Tue 28 Oct 2003, 21:06, archived)

oooh!!!

that's bizarre!

(harmless kitty, Tue 28 Oct 2003, 22:28, archived)

Just looks like a big hedge to me

You bunch of knuckleheads

(Rubber, Wed 29 Oct 2003, 7:10, archived)

when I was about 11..

I was tryinbg out a new camera my dad had got me. We were in the garden, my dad is a bit of a photography nut and had this really nice camera he'd go in the 60s, and was showing me about lighting and stuff, etc in the garden.
Anyway, i had this idea of us both taking a photo at the same time, of eachother. My dads film got developed first, and it didnt click for a while that there was something odd about synchronised photo of him. err, of him. holding camera, talking photo. on his cameras film. said camera being in shot. HOW?? it should have been of me

(Hikikomori** watching cartoons on, Sat 1 Nov 2003, 17:34, archived)

huh?

im all cloudy trying to figure out what you just said.

(KurutteiruRisu, Sun 2 Nov 2003, 6:50, archived)

I was on a boat on the Norfolk Broads when I was about 10

and was sitting on the roof as we ambled along.
My dad had come up onto the roof and started talking to me and he stopped really abruptly.

We both turned and looked out over the water to a clearing on the bank and I felt really cold all of a sudden, then turned back to my dad. He said he just had a chill go through him, but it was a beautiful sunny day.

The next day we were in a book shop in town and I was looking at a book about the broads. There was a couple of pages about some lovestruck couple that had committed suicide in that exact clearing (There was a big photo and it was unmistakeable).

Bit wierd.

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Bud Muhnquai Update your profile or fuck off, Tue 28 Oct 2003, 20:37, archived)

slackening

there was a hewlet packard building where someone died in an office, dunno why. years on the building was knocked down, HP moved and sainsbury's took over the land. there's a sainsbury's there now and i work in it, in the provisions chiller, which is exactly where the office was where the guy died. people say they've seen things, i dunno about that, and you can't say there's an eeire cold, because it's a huge fridge, but i have heard humming in there before when i was definitely alone, not like electric light humming or fridge humming, tuneful humming.oh and a similar thing happened to a friend of mine in a ruined monestary where he heard chanting, that's a raaather common one i believe

(John Doe, Tue 28 Oct 2003, 20:58, archived)

Night terrors

As a few of you have mentioned earlier i too have had night terrors. When I lived with my friend in his mums fully furnished 4 bed-roomed house( she was running a pub at the time so we had this house to ourselves ahh the good old days) any hoo, my girlfriend used to stop over and for some reason she used to have this weird thing where she would dart across the hallway to the toilet because she could sense someone at the bottom of the stairs running up towards her. So she would run in lock the door and do her business.

At around about the same time i was getting these 'night terrors' (my g/f hadnt told me yet the weird thingy she had with the stairs) These night terrors would start with me drifting off to sleep and then dreaming i was being pulled into the stairwell beyond the stairs by an unknown force, i would then wake and be unable to move, it used to scare the shit out of me but i put it down to stress at work etc etc.

At some point my girlfriend and i discussed these events, and for a few weeks they continued to happen. Then one way she awoke after a bad-ish kind of dream were she confronted the 'man' at the bottom of the stairs and told him in no uncertain terms she was no longer afraid and to sling his hook and he did. After that i stopped having the terrors and she was no longer afraid to go the loo.

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Chumfatty, Tue 28 Oct 2003, 21:19, archived)

kind of related yet not(?????) in the same house one night i sat bolt upright, ran to the door of my room, my girlfriend woke up and said 'whats wrong?', i said 'the phone.....' ran downstairs, halfway down the stairs the phone started ringing, this was 3 o'clock in the morning. I answered it and it was my mate reg who said ' ahh you mishhed a great nighht ouht, ya should've come yah ma bescht mate ....... etc etc' I couldnt answer him and just put the phone down.

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Chumfatty, Tue 28 Oct 2003, 21:30, archived)

oh an also

i have the dodgy sleep thing, not paralysis just the REM sleep staying on, so i wake up sometimes and i can move about and talk and stuff, but i'm still slightly dreaming, so i often see shadowy blokes standing in the corner of the room or hear whispers and stuff. assuming it is the sleep disorder and not a gen-u-ine ghosty

(John Doe, Tue 28 Oct 2003, 21:19, archived)

When I was about 10...

...we were on a school outing. Nothing special, just a history trail around the parks and woods around the back of the village (in North Wales). At the top of the hill we were shown the wastes of the coal mines that the village grew up around. On the other side of the valley was a house, and I pointed out to my friend, Danny that I could see silouhettes of people walking around the bedrooms upstairs.
As we walked on we were shown the old railway line, and the leete (which they used to punt the coal away with before the trains came). Finally we came to the house that we had seen before at the top of the other hill. It was then that we realised that it was just a shell of a building - just four walls and a roof - and certainly nobody living inside.

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caldini Have you seen my polar bear?, Tue 28 Oct 2003, 21:18, archived)

I was on a ghost tour

of an old manor in Wales, where you go from room to room with candles and they tell you stories of ghosts death etc which happened in that particular room. I was stood in one when i swear on my life something tugged my trousers. I looked down thinking it was the resident cat, but it was on the other side of the room. I thought it was weird, but then the tour guide told of two victorian children, who drowned in the bath were often told to tug at dresses and trousers. There is no doubt in my mind that it had happened to me.

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DumbMonkey The penis mightier than the sword, Tue 28 Oct 2003, 22:19, archived)

I have a couple for ya

First when I went to visit a ruined castle in richmond (north Yorks) with some friends, we found this spooky looking stairway leading down to a cellar, so we walked down the stairs, but it got too dark, so we went to get a torch, we tied a scarf around a tree just by the steps and were gone about 2 mins, when we got back we untied the scarf, but the doorway was blocked by an iron grille... and the stairs stopped half way down.
We did think someone had played a joke on us, so we walked around the entire perimiter of the castle looking for the doorway, but it was not there. So we spoke to the curator, and showed him where the doorway was, he said it was the cellars down the steps where the drummer boy of Richmond set off on his journey
www.greenhowards.org.uk/html-files/drummer.htm
Another is when I stayed at a remote farm house with my then boyfriend, I woke up in the night to hear footsteps walking over the ceiling, but we were alone in the house, I was uncomfortable thinking it might be Rats, but then the doors started to slam, I opened the bedroom door, all the doors on the landing were closed. I closed the door, walked back to bed, they started slamming again, this went on for a few minutes, my boyfriend said to ignore it & it would stop... it did.
The next morning I woke up, my laces had been removed from my trainers and were hanging on the door handle and the money in my purse had been taken out & arranged in piles on the mantlepice... and all the doors on the landing were open.

That said, I still do knot know it I believe in ghosts... but I am definitely open minded!

(Monskervator the Monsk, Tue 28 Oct 2003, 22:23, archived)

I have heard a ghost

When I was little (can't have been more than about 7) I went to sleep one night at what I assume was the normal time (I was young and can't remember). The next thing I remember is the sound of the piano waking me up, I assumed it was my dad playing on the piano in our back room downstairs. The tune I now know was "Annie's song" which was one of the songs my dad always played, So I decided to go downstairs and tell him to go forth and multiply and that I was trying to get to sleep. I got out of bed and put on my slippers and went downstairs. As I got to the bottom of the stairs the playing stopped, I thought my dad had realised I was out of bed and was going to come out and start shouting at me for doing it. He didn't. So I went into the back room (where the piano was) as I opened the door the piano lid slammed shut and there was no-one there. I remember I stood there for what seemed like a long time (don't know if it was or not) and then calmly walked out into the kitchen and started to cry. From there on I remember very little, I can't remember if I woke my parents up or what and it has never been mentioned to me so I assume I didn't and I know I never brought it up, thinking my dad would just tell me I was being stupid.

I might have seen a ghost as well but it was probably my mind being slightly overactive. I was camping on Dartmoor with 4 of my friends a few years ago. We had to do a project on the myths and legends that had grown up around the moor and one of the stories was about a prisoner who had escaped from the infamous Dartmoor prison in the late 19th early 20th century he got lost in a thick fog and saw to soldiers kitted out in the Old British Army officer uniform. The obvious thing for him to do was to follow them, even though they were clearly not of that time (or deranged fancy dress people, who knows). Well the story goes on and its basically crap. But finally I will get to the point. I woke up from a previous days hiking, looked out of the tent and the weather was shit and it was very misty/foggy. I decided I had to get out of my tent and wake the others up so that we could get started on walking back. As I stood up outside the tent I saw, not too far off in the distance, a man marching. He had some sort of hat on his head and was holding something, that looked like a rifle. I bricked it crawled back into my tent and slept for the next 3 hours in fear that some mad man with a rifle was going to start taking pot shots at us. I don't think it was necessarily a ghost just me making somebody walking on the moors into part of the legend.

(ean, Tue 28 Oct 2003, 22:30, archived)

fk!

I knew I shouldn't have looked this up. At night. On my own...with these stories and the pic of the devil in my mind still...
Anyway, I've only looked at one and am brickin' it now. And I don't even believe. What a pussy :( So if the rest are rubbish blame me, cos I'm too scared to look!!
www.ghostresearch.org/ghostpics/

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Fronkle99, Tue 28 Oct 2003, 22:45, archived)

Sorry...

but they're all rubbish. Most of them have descriptions like, 'This (vague blob of light) clearly shows the features of a woman and her bulldog' when in fact it looks a bit more like a young girl and her kitten. In other words, it's suggestive images to which your mind can add all the details it wants. Bollocks!
Grumbles, pulls on coat, lights pipe, stomps home

(notcarlos, Wed 29 Oct 2003, 20:50, archived)

It's daylight now

and I agree. The first one spooked me 'cos of the stories I was reading, etc.
Blobs can be scary sometimes. You should have seen my ex.
Anyway, I vow never to link unchecked URLs again!! Maybe.

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Fronkle99, Thu 30 Oct 2003, 14:42, archived)

you just wasted five minutes of my life

and i could have been playing guitar! anyone can make "spooky" pictures, you just need one of those crappy throw away cameras and dont wind it on all the way. then you get a "ghostly" image of your mate blended in with someone else. could have some potential to make some very interesting pictures actually... for example having your mate stand there naked beaming, then take another picture of another mate. get them developed and voila, spooky naked ghost haunts good friend of yours...

(cap'nj, Fri 31 Oct 2003, 1:58, archived)

My dad has a few stories

He grew up in Singapore back in the fifties. Anyway, his family used to live in this area called Changi. One night, he was watching his brother and his friend walk along the beach and he noticed this little light following them. It wandered behind them for quite a while. The next day, both his brother and his friend came down with a fever that lasted for two weeks.

On the other hand, wandering around a damp tropical area at night is bound to give you some illnesses.

There are some other more folkloric stories about sacred trees. There's a large tree right in the middle of an apartment complex in Singapore. Why is it still there? Well, every time they tried to knock it down, somebody got hurt or got killed. The last attempt was when they just tried to bulldoze it down. The bulldozer flipped over, killing the driver. So they just left it there and built up around it. I hope it's not an evil tree, like in that movie "Ferngully".

(laurathefrog, Wed 29 Oct 2003, 0:20, archived)

If I ever saw a ghost I would shit my panties

I have never seen one, but have felt a "spirit". My cousin died last summer, he was only 17. Sometimes I feel like there is someone behind me, but there never is. I'd like to think it is him, kindof watching over me. But I hope I won't know, at least for a while, 'cause like I said. I would shit my pants.

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Lisette von Falcon, Wed 29 Oct 2003, 2:52, archived)

A spritualist type...

...told my mum that everyone has a guide watching over them from the spirit world.

She then went on to describe my mum's spirit... It was my great grandmother and the clothes she wore matched the wedding photo my mum had found behind another photo in a frame at my grandmother.

Kind of sweet to think that someone is there protecting you.

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beefandcheese, Thu 30 Oct 2003, 20:51, archived)

I think its frickin scary

Just as I read that I looked over my shoulder and a shiver went up my back. Damn I hate you B3ta, but I am urged to read on

(monsta, Fri 31 Oct 2003, 21:20, archived)

After doing a little research

I think that the little glow that was following my uncle was a "mambang kuning" -- not a ghost, but mischevious spirits who only come out during sunset. The brighter the glow is, the more dangerous they are. So I guess that explains why my uncle got sick. Unless there are some sorts of glowing mosquitos which pass a mild form of malaria on.

(laurathefrog, Wed 29 Oct 2003, 5:47, archived)

Do you allow

angel stories? I'm not even sure if my story is of an angel, or what. Involves a "spirit", but it definitely saved my life. Can a ghost save your life? Anyways...

When I was a youngin, I went to a church camp in Central Pennsylvania. My first year there, our cabin's (and our next-door cabin's) leaders wanted to take us swimming at a nearby creek. I was a little late getting back to the cabin before I heard we were going swimming, so I didn't have any time to get into my trunks. Thus, in blue jeans and a t-shirt, I headed with my buddies down a trail to the creek.

We got there and my friends immediately jumped in the water. They soon asked me to come in the water with them, so I jumped in, blue jeans and all. I had no idea how strong the current was as it quickly took me downstream, and I found myself going under a little; I never had thoughts about drowning. But I began going under more and more, taking in big gulps of water, til I could hardly breathe. Suddenly, a women (she looked late 20's/early 30's, wearing a one-piece suit) came under me, and began swimming AGAINST the current, carrying me back to the rock that our leaders were waiting on.

I began choking out water as she set me on the rock. Our cabin leader (and my friends) rushed to the shoreline, asking me if I was okay. I barely managed out a "Yeah..." when I began looking around for the woman... and she wasn't there!

Honest to God, she simply vanished. My friends and my leaders all saw her carry me back to the rock, but they were all looking at me when they got there, and none of them saw her leave. She couldn't have headed back up the trail, for as narrow as it was, both leaders were blocking it. And surely one of us would have seen her swim down (or up) the creek. Besides, she just saved my frickin life, why would she leave? I'll let you guys decide.

Another thought... do ghosts only appear at night, and angels during the day? just curious

(rizzen, Wed 29 Oct 2003, 4:09, archived)

Weellllllll...

I'm heading to bed now. But I'll check out and hopefully reply to any comments when I get home. By the way, do any B3tans hail from Pennsylvania? Even better, near State College? This was Penns Creek I'm talking about, near Wiekert/Wesley Forest Church Camp. email mea @ : [email protected]

Cheers!

(rizzen, Wed 29 Oct 2003, 4:18, archived)

Seen her!

At a lower part of it, my uncle saw a woman in a 1-piece suit, sitting and looking depressed. In the middle. Of a creek. He tried to say something, but it got the better of him and he RAAAAAN so fast there was dents on the lawn!

(number 27-hunter, Thu 30 Oct 2003, 13:45, archived)

Never seen a ghost, but i do know a good joke on the subject...

An extremely modest man was in the hospital for a series of tests, the last of which had left his system upset. Upon making several false-alarm trips to the bathroom he decided the latest was another and stayed put. He suddenly filled his bed with diarrhea and was embarrassed beyond his ability to remain rational.

Losing his presence of mind, he jumped up, gathered up the bed sheets, and threw them out the hospital window. A drunk was walking by the hospital when the sheets landed on him. He started yelling, cursing, and swinging his arms wildly, which left the soiled sheets in a tangled pile at his feet.

As the drunk stood there staring down at the sheets, a security guard who had watched the whole incident walked up and asked, "What the hell happened?" Still staring down, the drunk replied: "I think I just beat the shit out of a ghost!"

(retro, Wed 29 Oct 2003, 5:13, archived)

I saw a ghost at my aunties house in Queensland Australia

My auntie lives in a type of house called a "queenslander" wich bassically means it is one of the very first houses built in the Queensland area, generally they have tin rooves and big verandas around them and are quite grand. Anyways I was staying at my aunts one christmas just after she had bought the house, I was about 16yrs old. My aunt gave me what she called her "craft room" to sleep in. It was a really small room with a big cubbord full of art suppies and a bed. I went to bed and I woke up at 12pm I know this because my aunty has this big wooden chime clock and I counted the strokes. It was really weird because I sort of felt a presence in the room like there was somebody ealse there. I looked over into the corner and next to the cubbord was this huge black shadow in a sort of humanoid form. I switched the bedside lamp on and the shadow disappeared. And then my bed beggan to shake like sort of vibrate. I was completely freaking out but I was too scared to scream, just at that point the big wooden clock struck twelve again and everything stopped and went quiet. I dident tell anyone the next day because I was a bit ashamed, I had always thouht of myself as a very logical person and not really someone who would ever belive in ghosts. I left the house the next day. Strangely enough I went to visit my aunt the next year and she put me in exactly the same room. I was too embarresed to ask for another room plus in the daylight the room dident seem that scary, a little bit musty yes but not the haunt of a ghost. So I went to sleep and strangely enough I woke up in the middel of the night with the same feeling that someone was in the room, at that point the door opened all by its self. Like the other time when the clock struck 12 the feeling went away and I went back to sleep.

(rattus, Wed 29 Oct 2003, 6:10, archived)

I've seen one

But only for a short second or two before she disappeared through the wall. It was quite cool and I was not scared, funnily enough. She was dressed in a very Victorian outfit, hat and all, a real proper lady. She was watching me arranging books on my shelf. I saw her out the corner of my eye, then when I looked, she had turned and gone through the wall.

(friday, Wed 29 Oct 2003, 7:08, archived)

Listen!

Do you smell something?

(notcarlos, Wed 29 Oct 2003, 20:59, archived)

Well

there was the ghost who visited me and my sister on a holiday to minorca in 1978...no idea who it was except it was a figure in red and resembled the kinda pattern you get if you squeeze your eyes too tight...came and checked up on both me and my sister every single night while we were there.....that and my sister had to be excorcised by a priest as she was being taken over by a old lady talking about the blitz ,when we lived in walthamstow during the 70`s...very weird stuff coming from the mouth of a 18 month old....

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Tyronne Get To Falkirk, Wed 29 Oct 2003, 7:20, archived)

That...

...is pretty creepy.

(Rubber, Wed 29 Oct 2003, 10:45, archived)

I never did believe in ghosts but...

I was at my girlfriends house visiting when she went off to get something from the kitchen. I looked to my right and saw what appeared to be a great deal of smoke in the room next to me. I asked my gf if she had left a cigarette burning in the other room. She said no. Then I looked again, and the smoke kind of scrunched up to the ceiling and took off straight into the wall. I said "Whoa!-- did you see that?" and she thought I was giving her the business when I explained it to her. After I told her, she was freaking out, so I figured I would use it to my advantage. I told her, lets try and talk to this "ghost" or whatever it was. Figuring it wouls scare her and I would get a little action maybe. Thinking, no way anything was going to happen I asked her what we could do to get this smoke thing back. She didnt believe me, but she was kinda creeped out and went along. All I said was "If there is someone else here, prove that you are here!" That was when the table lamp across the room turned itself off on its own. Both of us nearly shat ourselves. The lamp was plugged in to an outlet with the TV still on. I checked the lamp out, it was fine. The bulb was fine. I had to manually turn the thing back on (it was one of those lamps that you have to turn the knob off or on, not a switch). It never had failed before that or after that. 2 days later she moved out. Said she couldnt take it. Something was definately wrong there. I dont know whether it was just 'chance' that it happened like it did, but that is certainly too coincidental..

(Peripheral Visionary, Wed 29 Oct 2003, 8:02, archived)

Ghostie Hound: Its long but will scare the shite outa you.

When i was a kid, my friend Stu's dad used to own a pub in the East End called the Wailing Hound, the pub was so called due to an incident when it was very first built, thus:
The first owners had a large Great Dane called 'Bongo'. Behind the bar there was a stone trapdoor leading to the celler, that in that day of crap technology (and Ideas) was propped up with just a stick. Anyway, legend had it that Bongo trotted passed the trapdoor and knocked the stick with his hind leg causing the stone to crash down onto his tail. The tail came completley off and Bongo died a few days later from an infection of the wound. In the years to follow many people thought they heard the wailing of Bongo's spirit, hence the current name of the pub 'The Wailing Hound'.
Now, Back in the 80's I was staying in the pub with my mate Stu and his old man one Night, when at around 01:00 was awoken by the most terrifying noise I have ever heard, a shrill wail of a dog in agony comming from the bar downstairs.
I jumped out of bed, as did Stu who was in the same room, we were shitting ourselves. Stu's old man come in the room and told us to follow him. We all creeped down the stairs and peeked into the bar area, where, i shit you not, there was the ghost of 'Bongo' wailing his fucking head off chasing a non existant tail round and round in circles.
By this time Stu had pissed his pants and shakily asked his old man what he thought we should do, "Fuck all we can do lad" he replied, "against the law to re-tail spirits after hours"

(Great Griffter, Wed 29 Oct 2003, 10:30, archived)

Aw ya bastard!

Had me reading the whole story and...

ya bastard!

(Rubber, Wed 29 Oct 2003, 10:50, archived)

Sorry....

My debut post, thought i'd try to make it special.

(Great Griffter, Wed 29 Oct 2003, 10:57, archived)

hehehe

that's super!

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beefandcheese, Thu 30 Oct 2003, 20:59, archived)

Good one

Thats Fucking ace

(Sid, Fri 31 Oct 2003, 11:51, archived)

Woooooooo

I've got two.

The first is the good old Ouija Board story.

We were doing it at a friends house, and bascially taking the piss, because these things aren't real or anything. But I think our arsing around narked someone off as the lights started to flicker and the standby light on the TV would come on and off even after we unplugged the blasted thing. We all ran from the house screaming when something started pulling our hair in a brightly lit room.

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Kali, Wed 29 Oct 2003, 11:32, archived)

Woooooooo 2

The second one was when I was at Uni. Our student house was an old converted Victorian house and it has a huge bay window in the living room. One day we came back form lectures and saw an old man in a flat cap (we lived in Bolton) asleep in a chair in the lounge. He looked like the landlord so we had a giggle and decided to give him a shock.

We snuck in the front door then whipped the lonuge door open with a huge boo!

But there was no one there.

The only way to get out of the longue was through the door we just opened. The landlord came round a few days later and after some prompting told us that the furniture in the living room used to belong to his father and when he died, being the cheapskate he was the landlord used his dad's furniture in a new student house he'd just bought.

So we'd spent the last 6 months sitting on a chair someone had died on. Yuck or what?

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Kali, Wed 29 Oct 2003, 11:36, archived)

This is a bit weird...

but probably a coincidence...

Not long ago i went through a phase of having vivid dreams, and all of the ones I remembered came true within a few weeks. They weren't events that affected me, they were stuff on the news. In particular, I dreamt Lisa Left Eye Lopes' death the night before it happened.

Scared the crap out of me, I'd prefer to be ignorant to these dreams.

Although I guess you could argue that you forget about all of the times you dream something and it doesn't happen.

I was also in a car crash a few years back, and 30 seconds before it happened, I was sitting in the back seat, and something made me lift up my legs, and put them on the seat, which was uncomfy, but something told me to keep them there. After we crashed where my feet were was just a mangled mess of sharp bits of metal. That was a bit weird.

I was also in another crash, this time in a boat. We had a speed boat, that decided to fall apart at top speed. We went from doing about 60mph to 5mph in a split second. Just before it happened, there was no warning, but I suddenly thought that we were going to crash, and put my hand out to stop myself going forward. I still ended up twatting my mouth on the front of the boat, but it could have been worse.

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Rusty Shackleford www.junt.co.uk / @joeyrobbo, Wed 29 Oct 2003, 12:39, archived)

In Aberystywth...

...where I was a student not so many years ago, me and a friend moved into a big house that used to be a hotel/hostel sort of place. About a month after we moved in, I discovered that two years before, a man had been burnt to death in my room. Then I noticed that all the walls had chipboard screwed to them, to hide the scorch marks. And there was still lots of soot stuck in all the cracks in the window frame. One drunken night we accidentally tore my door of its hinges, and exposed old, charred door frame.

I can't say I ever felt or saw any sort of presence, rather disappointingly, but it did add a frisson of sorts to late night schmoking sessions. My housemate, however, refused to even come into my room for a couple of weeks, and swore she got weird cold shivers whenever she was in there.

(hiccup *cough*, Wed 29 Oct 2003, 12:12, archived)

I saw a fake ghost once

I was visiting some mates in my home town of Malvern, it was pretty late and I had left the pub to have a sneaky spliff (mates don't smoke). The only quietish place in the centre of the town is a little graveyard by a great big church just next to the high street. Anyway I was sat there and I saw this woman dressed in a grey victorian looking cloak walking along on the other side of the yard. Now I don't believe in ghosts but I would love to be proved wrong, so I ran over towards the figure. I shouted something like "oi ghost", and was told by the figure to piss off. It turned out to be a very real girl who was pretending to be a ghost for the benefit of some tourists at the top of the yard, so I imagine that someone somewhere has a picture of me in a graveyard shouting at a ghost. She was NOT HAPPY, I had ruined it quite spectacularly

(mr pete, Wed 29 Oct 2003, 13:12, archived)

when i was a kid

at primary school it was a short walk home to my house, that would litterally take 5 minutes I had to walk past a house that was on the corner of an alley that went down a few hundred meters to another road and my house, i walked this route daily with my mum and brother for several years and in my last year or two with friends, i can still distinctly remember that on quite a few occasions that as i walked past the front of this house it felt like i was floating, horizontally, moving headfirst, as soon as i got past the house i was walking again and then turned into the alley, this happened regularly over several years whilst walking back from school

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raw-edge, Wed 29 Oct 2003, 13:31, archived)

Not very intresting but...

My house is haunted....

He likes to stand at the back door for some reason.

When I go down stairs late at night for a drink or something I can see him out of the corner of my eye, never moves, never makes a noise.... but he is there.

Ever no

It smells like cigarette smoke, every now and then you can smell smoke (no one in the house smokes).

The only time I really really got freaked was one time i went the fridge.

Opened it up and was trying decide what to snack on.

I felt a breath, like a sigh go past my ear and got a really strong smell of whisky, shat my pants high tailed it up stairs.

on the way through where the ghost would have been there was a smell of.

Still sends chills down my spine...

That’s it...

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Mrfishfinger .com, Wed 29 Oct 2003, 14:12, archived)

that'll be

discokingpin, just hanging around

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Bitchpapa, Wed 29 Oct 2003, 18:54, archived)

my nan

my nan died about 2 years ago. for months before her death she was bedridden. she also was the worst chain-smoker i have ever seen. she died of lung cancer. dont smoke kids. anyways, after she died, the room she spent all day, every day in absolutely reeked of cigs. worse than when she was alive. the room wasnt needed anymore so noone cared that much. a year down the line and my aunt decides to convert the room. she goes in there and the room still smells. she opened all the windows and left it that way for a week with a powerful air freshener in there. the week passes and the smoke smell remains. they tried everything. fumigation, AC installation, the works. nothing will get rid of the smell. the room is still unconverted and unused

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manolith hooray for me, Thu 30 Oct 2003, 11:49, archived)

Hmmm

Is the original carpet still in there?

I ask because I bought a house a few months ago and one of the rooms absolutely reeked of smoke and we tried a lot of stuff to get rid of it.

As soon as we decided we didn't like the carpet in there, and had ripped it out, the smell went (although the shed we put it in stunk).

(Kittykat, Thu 30 Oct 2003, 13:41, archived)

Here's mine...

When I was about 13 I experienced some Poltergeist phenomena.

Me and the olds had been on holiday in France for two weeks. When we got back in the house it was freezing, despite it being warm outside and the heating being on.

We entered the kitchen to discover sliced bread scattered over the floor, some of it a good 20ft from the breadbin.

Whilst we were looking at the bread there was a massive crash from upstairs which sounded like it had come from my room.

When we got to the room a mirror that had been glued securely to a dresser was sitting five feet across the room on the bed in one piece. Underneath the mirror were several delicate china ornaments that had also been on the dresser, each of those was also intact.

Nobody had been in the house for 2 weeks, but we later found that the feisty old lady from next door had died 2 days before we got back.

My mum refused to stay there that night and wouldn't go back for 3 days.

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TooMuch2AM, Wed 29 Oct 2003, 14:38, archived)

Very interesting stories...

Like sleep paralysis, a lot of these experiences have a proven psychological basis which is as fascinating to me as the idea that there might be ghosts. As human beings, we are prone to "magical thinking": we only notice the coincidences in life that directly apply to us, and overly attribute postive events to things we have done ourselves and negative ones to external factors. A simple example: we only notice the storms, lightning, broken vases, that occur when a loved one has died, we've had a go on a ouija board etc. but not the countless other examples. If you didn't think like this you'd feel very depressed and powerless in the world (depressed people are possibly more realistic than the rest of us!). In its extreme form it leads to people believing that Michael Buerk wearing a red tie on the News has a special meaning for them but try this.....write down and sign a piece of paper saying "I want my mother/father/partner/whatever to die painfully in a car accident today" then fold and keep it. We know it isn't rational but most people won't do that....just in case.
Similarly a lot of people see ghosts, faces etc. because the human brain is designed to spot these things, that's how we notice one another! The same applies with voices, put people alone in a room with a tap running and most of us will hear voices eventually (I don't have links but read any basic psychology textbook for the experiments).
There's also a lot of interesting work being done about ultra low frequency sound waves which have the effect of producing absolute terror in animals(including us) although we can't hear them. Tigers growling produce these waves and they've been discovered in many "haunted" buildings, including Edinburgh Castle (see Fortean Times for further information)
I certainly don't think we can explain everything and probably never will but i do have an interesting story. When I was 15 there was a craze for ouija boards in my school. I did not touch the board/glass on this particular occassion but did ask the question "what was the worst day of my life" (It was 26th July 1991) I thought as hard as I could about another date (24th July 1990) which lo and behold came up on the ouija board. I asked it whether that was correct: the answer came "no" and then it gave me the correct date. So I think there is something in ouija boards but it's got more to do with suggestion and non verbal communication between people than evil spirits. I wouldn't mess with them because of my human tendency to completely do my head in!

(tree76, Wed 29 Oct 2003, 15:14, archived)

That's pretty interesting

On the subject of sound waves I read that a wave can get "stuck" in a room for years and just sort of reverberate around. There is a certain spot in my kitchen where if I stand and hum a certain note I can make the windows and cupboards vibrate, which I guess could be confused for something supernatural if you were that way inclined. I agree with the face recognition thing too

(mr pete, Wed 29 Oct 2003, 15:44, archived)

experiment for you

if you put something twangy (short ruler, toothbrush etc) between my teeth and twang it you can make your skull and eyes vibrate so that tvs and monitors go all wierd.

not supernatural, but mildly amusing.

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monstrinho do biscoito teeeshurts = www.nogunarmy.com, Wed 29 Oct 2003, 16:45, archived)

so, if i...

put a ruler between YOUR teeth and twang it, MY skull will vibrate?! that sounds pretty supernatural to me

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manolith hooray for me, Thu 30 Oct 2003, 11:54, archived)

It does have a simple cause...

Evey container, a room or concert hall for example, has what's called a simple harmonic. The note that will have a wavelength exactly twice the length of the room. When that note is truck one half a wave fills the room and the room vibrates to the 'simple harmonic'. Best place to try it, snd it's why singing there is soo much fun, is the bathroom.

(UK-Wookie thought dyslexia was a way to insult Lex Yeah, Thu 30 Oct 2003, 10:50, archived)

Odd thing with the sound....

...I noticed this silly little thing by accident

If the smoke alarm goes of in the hall way and the parrot (who also lives in the hall) starts squawking... the sound resonates in your ears and sounds like a matrixesque digital shrieking noise

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beefandcheese, Thu 30 Oct 2003, 21:12, archived)

Get a slinky

Place coiled up version over ear.
Turn head 90 degrees so the slinky is now facing the ground.
Drop slinky end while holding one part to ear.
Promptly hear "laser" sound.
Realise it is completely off-topic.
Find post is deleted.

(monsta, Fri 31 Oct 2003, 21:50, archived)

I definitely

Just did the "i want my grandfather to die painfully in a car accident today."
and I signed it
and added a drop of blood for good measure.

Nothing's going to happen. ^_^
Most people won't do it. Heh. I will.

Muahaahaa.

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Eleroach13, Sat 1 Nov 2003, 19:27, archived)

i just shit myself

I've been sat reading this page for the last hour or so, about 2 mins. ago I heard something fall to the ground in another room (deffo in my flat) jumped out of my skin, assumed it was my cat who it turns out is at my feet....having looked around the flat I find razor (for my legs!!) is on the floor at the opposite side of the room to where it should be....so my razor has just jumped out of the bowl and thrown itself across the room.....I'm off work today with diarrhea / food poisening which had just been made much much worse.........I'm not joking I'm still shaking.

(saucykipper, Wed 29 Oct 2003, 16:52, archived)

Our old cat.

Our old family cat, when it was in the hall and wanting to come into the front room, used to head butt the door until someone opened it and let him in. After it died, a few months later we were all watching TV and exactly the same thing happened, bang, bang at the bottom of the door, just he same as if a furry head of bashing against it. The dog went crazy, we all stared at each other, not really knowing what to do, so i opened it, and the dog stood staring up the stairs, wagging her tail, and then shot up there just as she used to chase the cat. This happened a few times over the year, each time the dog would be waggy its tail, sniffing under the door, as if our old cat was on the other side.

(Mr That's Shit, Wed 29 Oct 2003, 15:37, archived)

More messages through felines

A dear friend of the family, Davy, was diagnosed with terminal cancer at 32. He told us about three months before he died, by which point he had accepted it and was incredibly chipper, and would even laugh and joke. He used to kid my dad on that he'd come and visit us from the beyond, but that he'd tap on the living room window first so as not to scare us shitless.

A week or so after Davy died, my mum had a dream that she was carrying Davy towards our house, and that as she went in through the door he turned into cat BuffPuff (stupid name, I know, but he was v. hairy). Anyway, a couple of days later, my mum and dad were watching the telly, when Buff appeared at the living room window, miaowing to be let in out of the chucking rain. Reluctant to traipse to the door, my folks ignored him and Buff disappeared. Only to reappear minutes later, soaking wet and miaowing accusingly at the living room door, a trail of wet cat footprints leading straight down the hall to the locked back door in the kitchen. The window was also shut, we have no catflaps, and the footprints led only to that door. There's no way he could have physically got in, and coupled with her dream, my mum is convinced to this day that it was Davy's way of saying 'hello'.

(littlenicola, Wed 29 Oct 2003, 16:05, archived)

buff puff

my friends cat is called fluff puff, lets hope these cats never have babys,

(MagicPringle, Mon 3 Nov 2003, 17:05, archived)

Bit of a weird one

I was walking back from my summer job at the local pub/hotel late one night, about 2am as the pub shut at 1am and we didn't get cleared away until much later.

The road home is poorly lit and quite overgrown with trees so it's usually very dark and spooky anyway. That night/morning was eerily foggy too, so it made visibility even worse.

As it's a small town, hitch-hiking home isn't a problem so it wasn't out of the ordinary to get lifts home from mates passing or from friends-of-friends, that kind of thing.

About half way into the couple of miles home, a car rolled up beside me, so I did the usual thing of getting in for a lift home. The only problem was that there was nobody else in the car, even though it was still moving along!

Absolutely scared shitless by this, I sat frozen in the seat. What made things worse is that coming up was a very sharp bend with a drop down the cliff into a deep ravine.

As the car got closer and closer to the bend, I really started freaking out, when suddenly a ghostly pair of hands emerged from the mist and turned the steering wheel and the car swung round the corner.

I finally made a break from it and got out of the car, and ran across the road to where this guys was sitting at the side of the road.

I pointed toward the car and told him there was something seriously wrong with it and he should be careful. "I know" he replied, "I've just pushed the bastard thing for the last mile."

(antonye, Wed 29 Oct 2003, 16:26, archived)

I had a poltergeist and other stories...

I've had a couple of stories.
The most longterm one was a poltergeist in my parents house (we moved in there seven years before I moved to Uni). I was always the last one up - watching TV - and always the first up - for school. One night, I went up to bed, came downstairs, and found all of my stuff that had been in the bathroom (razor, hairbrush, toothbrush, that kind of thing)now piled neatly on top of the piano under the stairs.
I assumed that somebody had been tidying, moved the stuff out and thought nothing of it. Until this had been going on two or three times a week for three months. At this point, I had a go at my family, and asked them to stop moving my stuff - which they knew nothing about. It even happened when I was the only one in the house. This went on for about four years, sometimes as rarely as once a month, sometimes as often as twice a day. Also, some of my things - books, etc - would go missing, and then turn up in obvious places. The weirdest was a book, which was one of my favourites and difficult to find in Ireland, which went missing for two years. I'd looked for it occasionally, and turned the house upside down searching for it. Since it was a Dr Who book, it's unlikely any of the rest of my family would have sneaked it off. It turned up one day on my desk on top of my homework - nobody had been in the room.

This doesn't compare to what happened to my dad once. He was driving home, in bad weather conditions - fog. In the Irish countryside, streetlights are a rare commodity, and even rarer ten - fifteen years ago. So the most sensible thing to do was to follow the tailights of the car ahead of you (and hope not to follow it into their driveway). My dads following this car, and he's only got a rough idea where he is. The car is going straight on, and my dad suddenly realises that there should be a sharp right around here. He slows right down, and sure enough - sharp right. The other car has gone, and my dad drives home. The next morning, he's going back the same way, and he stops where this sharp right was. If he'd gone straight on? Big fuck off river.

(darque_edge, Wed 29 Oct 2003, 16:37, archived)

That's a quaint name

for a river. :-)

(Seebeedee, Mon 3 Nov 2003, 14:23, archived)

In my parents' village in Nottingham

I used to work in the local pub opposite the church. As with many pubs-opposite-churches in England, there was an tunnel going under the road linking the two together. For years this has been bricked up. But there is one brick that you have to leave out. The brick is still there just sitting on the shelf by the wall, but there's just this 1 brick hole in the middle of it.

Whenever anyone new starts at the pub, they always seem to want to "do the right thing" and put the brick back without telling anyone. Then random things happen like glasses falling of shelves and things moving. So someone has to go back and take the brick back out.

Personally I put this down to the new person being, well, new and being clumsy or just not putting things back where they should. But most think it's a ghost. Make of it what you will....

(nahguam, Wed 29 Oct 2003, 16:47, archived)

How did this all start?

'I don't believe it! You've dropped four bottles of wine in the last week! And broken seventeen glasses! You're fired!'

'Hang on a minute boss....it might be to do with this brick, right....'

'Go on.'

'Well, you know that bricked up tunnel? There's this brick in the middle of the wall - I reckon it's a right bastard. Take it away from it's mates, and I reckon all the trouble will stop.'

'Good idea lad. You're rehired.'

Six Months Later.

'Shit, I dropped a glass. The boss is going to kill me.'

'Nah, he won't. I did the same thing when I started....there's this brick, see...'

(darque_edge, Wed 29 Oct 2003, 16:51, archived)

hahaha

you're probably right.

The land-lord has changed several times over the last few years. and the brick has been out ever since I can remember (I'm 26 and I heard the story first when I was a mere whippersnapper). It's just ones of those tales.

We did try putting it back a few years back to see what would happen. The usual stuff did happen. It wasn't me, honest ;)

(nahguam, Wed 29 Oct 2003, 16:57, archived)

Oh, yeah,

Didn't we tell you? That hole's where the gravity for the pub comes in. Got to be open, y'see, otherwise it'll make an absolute cock-up of the pub's physics.
Sorry.

(notcarlos, Wed 29 Oct 2003, 21:14, archived)

i used to work in an old peoples home

in an office there for the housing department. One day I'd been working on the file of one of the ladies and i put it on the top of a stack of paperwork on my bosses desk for when she got in the next morning. I finished up & locked everything & went home. Following day I got into work and the file had vanished. I mean gone. It wasn't anywhere. There were only two of us that worked in the office and we searched every file but it was gone. We asked the cleaners but they hadn't gone in there. We checked everything so many times. The following day we came in and it was on the top of the pile. It was the strangest thing but it only got really scary when we found out the woman had died on the same day the file disappeared. We've never been able to explain it.

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Lynxkitten, Wed 29 Oct 2003, 17:12, archived)

Test

test

(lookingglass, Wed 29 Oct 2003, 17:39, archived)

Couple of ghost-related things

I have a few stories...
Once when I was very young (no more than three) I woke up from a nap, crying, and my mom asked me what was wrong. I said I was sad because it was my birthday and nobody remembered. Then I described a farmhouse with a fair amount of detail, and eventually I stopped crying and went back to bed. My dad came home after I was asleep and my mom told him about what I said. He nearly crapped himself because that day was my grandfather's birthday (who died before my dad met my mom, and also had the same name as me) and the farmhouse I described was exactly like the one he grew up in, about 800 miles west of here, which my mother had never seen. So the running theory is that I'm my grandfather, reincarnated.

Another story is about the house my family moved to some ten years later. It's an old house (from the mid 1800s or so) and after a few months, my mom started seeing ghosts - nobody else saw them, but there were a few children who played in the dirt road we lived on. My parents (who didn't tell my sisters and me about this until later) knew some interesting people who had some some meditating, talking with ghosts, sweat lodges, etc. and they came over to see if they could talk to the ghost children. Everyone managed to have a conversation with the children - basically they had been killed in a wagon accident in the late 1800s but didn't know that they had died, so they continued to live there. Once they were told that they had been killed by the wagon, they understood and left, and my mom hasn't seen them since.

The third story, which add some credibility to the second, involves one of my sisters. The woman who had orchestrated the meeting in the previous story had some interesting things to say about my sister - in some alternate reality, she is a warrior and was fending off some sort of nastiness. This had been happening while she was sleeping. One night my sister woke up screaming, and told my mom about some sort of fight she had with a monster (my mom hadn't told her about this alternate-universe-warrior thing) and was very distraught about the whole experience. That morning my mom got a phone call from the woman, and right off the bat this woman described the fight my sister had just fought in her dream.

(joe stoner dot com, Wed 29 Oct 2003, 18:08, archived)

good grief

fancy being the re-incarnation of your own dead grandfather. How does it affect your political beliefs?

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dotmund .co.uk, Wed 29 Oct 2003, 19:19, archived)

Anakin

Solo?

(notcarlos, Wed 29 Oct 2003, 21:18, archived)

anakin duo

(cap'nj, Wed 29 Oct 2003, 23:23, archived)

Sounds like

a new mobile company.

(notcarlos, Thu 30 Oct 2003, 0:10, archived)

My grandad's got...

...one of those sorta stigmatic pics with the Virgin Mary in it, he's got it planked tho' silly old codger, so I can't nick it and try to sell it off to David Dickenson or stick it on here...

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Smokey Bacon Crisps smell good, Wed 29 Oct 2003, 20:00, archived)

i'm a ghost

BOO!

(cap'nj, Wed 29 Oct 2003, 23:18, archived)

i went to the cinema in town

and saw a ghost on the screen, it must have been about 8 to 10 years ago...casper!! boom boom

sorry, couldnt resist

(iain with two eyes, Wed 29 Oct 2003, 23:47, archived)

ghost child

I saw a "ghost" when I was sixteen at a college hall of residence. I came back from classes in middle of the day and walked up the stairs to my room. At the top of the stairs, there was a mirror, which relfected the top hallway. This particular day I noticed a small girl aged about 5 or 6 in the mirror standing outside my room, looking straight back at me. I turned from the mirror and, surprise, there was no one there. Very strange because it was in the middle of the day so there was little idea of suggestion through mood and I saw her as clear as day - blonde hair, chequered dress, etc - I looked at her for several seconds before realising that she was out of place and turned to check. Couldn't have been a real girl who had run off as the only way out was down the stairs i was on and the only door in the top hallway was mine.

Later found out that the halls of residence used to be a children's home, part of which burnt down in the sixties. It was in Chichester.

Still don't believe in "ghost" ghosts, though. Prefer to think of it as a part of the universe randomly messing with our heads.

(clownfucker, Thu 30 Oct 2003, 9:53, archived)

wow ive just had an amazing thought

Well, everyone is told at school neutrons and protons go around in nuclei with electrons going around in shells surrounding them. In actual fact these electrons have a probability of being anywhere of infinity, so they could be anywhere in the universe at any one time.

What if ghosts were in fact these electrons finally catching up with the nuclei they are attracted to, however since they have a much much smaller mass than nuclei they would have greater gaps in between leaving a "see through" appearance of something that used to be there, like an after image sort of.

This is just a thought that has just this second struck me, and it's hard to explain in lay-man terms, but if your a physicist, have a think then either add comments or prove me wrong, I want to know more, but my AS level in physics only extends so far.

(monsta, Fri 31 Oct 2003, 23:18, archived)

There was this house, and it was built on an Aboriginal burial ground. . .

We had a really yucky house several years back, and every now and then I would see strange things out of the corner of my eye - white people moving around (later I found out my Mum would see the same thing, but we both put it down to the willies). Every time my brother and I were on our own shit used to happen, a painting fell off the wall and shattered (the hook and the wire on the back were very sound and intact), and other times the stereo turned on and off and tuned itself (which could be put down to someone else's remote interfering) but come on, the same stations and only when we were little kiddlings all alone?

Poo, phantom!

(Firestarter, Thu 30 Oct 2003, 9:56, archived)

I was watching

porn last night and I swear I felt something stir.
Spooky.

(shux, Thu 30 Oct 2003, 10:15, archived)

wank

séance

the belief that your dead relatives are watching you choke the chicken

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beefandcheese, Thu 30 Oct 2003, 21:24, archived)

When I was a lad,

my mum used to tell me a funny story about ghosts, that you might find funny aswell.

Three brother Cavemen were walking along in the jungle, starving. They see this cave, and inside it some toast with a heavenly light shinning down on it from a hole in the celling.

The youngist brother Runs in to get the toast before his brothers see, and as he gets about half way to it, he hears this voice

"WooooOOOoooo, I am the ghosts that guards the toast"

He runs out and goes to the middle brother "Brother, there is a ghost that guards this toast."

The middle brother calls him a chicken and exclames "I'll get it", and so he runs in, hears the voice "I am the ghost that guards the toast", and a few moments later runs out screaming to the oldist brother

The oldist brother laughs at the two, runs in , grabs the toast and stuffs it all into his mouth.

"WoooOOOoooo
I warned you once,
I warned you twice,
I wiped my bottom on every slice"

I know it's not a ghost story, but it always makes me smile.

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G/PP 💩💩💩💩💩&#128, Thu 30 Oct 2003, 11:22, archived)

very interseting

(tom the astronaut, Thu 30 Oct 2003, 11:33, archived)

that reminds me of another joke...

there was an englishman, irishman and a
scotsman out walking through a forest.

they notice a cave with a small light over a
table, and a nice new crisp fiver on the table

so the englishman runs in and goes for the
fiver, suddenly hears a spooky voice.."I'm the
ghost of Aunty Mable, that five pounds stays
on the table.
so he bricks it and runs out screaming.

then it's the irishmans turn, same thing all
over again.

the scotsman is a bit bored by now, so he
calmly walks in and hears the voice again
.."I'm the ghost of Aunty Mable, that five pounds stays on the table."
So he shouts "I'm the ghost of donald duck. i'll take this fiver and run like fuck",

He did as he said.

(alexnessie \o/., Thu 30 Oct 2003, 13:17, archived)

My Ghost Hunting exploits

I've been on quite a few ghost hunts. You can read about them here

(Wrecked Tums, Thu 30 Oct 2003, 13:11, archived)

Dude,

those are wicked. Can you do a B3ta ghost hunt?

(mr pete, Thu 30 Oct 2003, 14:17, archived)

Yes!

If anyone's interested, let me know. If you know of any cases, please email me ([email protected])

Cheers!

(Wrecked Tums, Thu 30 Oct 2003, 16:30, archived)

I hear...

...Rufford Old Hall has a lot of stories attached to it.

But could just be exactly that.

Try typing it in on google... I think it lists a few examples

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beefandcheese, Thu 30 Oct 2003, 22:32, archived)

Foxhill House, Reading Uni campus

Alistair Crowley (spelling?) lived there for a while, effing well spooky...

(mr pete, Fri 31 Oct 2003, 8:45, archived)

Got another one

There used to be a girl who lived around the corner from me and she had a little brother. He was probably about 6 at the time. He was a sensible child really into Terminator and Robocop and other adult films that a 6 year old really shouldn't be watching.

They moved to a 1930's 3 bedroom semi a couple of miles away in Kingstanding, Birmingham and that's when the trouble started.

He used to sit behind the sofa in the living room and have proper conversations with someone who no one else could see. It wasn't playing either, because when he was asked by his mum 'what are they asking you?' he would use all these words a 6 year old wouldn't know and they'd be of a sexual nature.

He used to sit on the stairs and that too and have these conversations and they would go on for hours.

It turns out the previous occupant was an old man who was a paedophile who'd died of a heart attack on the stairs.

My friends mum demanded to Birmingham Council to rehouse her.

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Kali, Thu 30 Oct 2003, 13:32, archived)

My house

i am 14 and have seen some ghosts in my own house, my house was built in 1910. I remember when i was little i woke in the night and saw 2 people standing in my room dressed in old suites and top hats etc. More recently i saw a young girl sitting on my bed. Also a few years ago when a friend was sleeping over we went out onto the landing and heard someone downstairs, we saw a man at the bottom of the stairs and we spoke to him, it was freaky but we both witnessed it. Another time I was lying awake in my bed whena flash zoomed past where i was looking and then a few seconds later there was a big flash behind me in the room.

(JonnyMuk, Thu 30 Oct 2003, 14:49, archived)

Blond chick being hit by a car..........

when i was eight i saw this really wierd thing...
it was winter and so dark, and i was trying to cross the road in front of my house with my dad. I was looking both ways, as every sensible child should (!) and a saw this girl with long blond hair jogging down the pavement towards me. I think nothing of it. like iv never seen a blond chick before.
anyway i look right first into the oncoming traffic, see this girl, see that theres cars coming so not to cross, stop walking and start to turn my head to the left to check that direction...as i do i see the girl run out into the road. She looked left first instead of right, so she has just ran out in front of several fast moving vehicles...
I turn my head back suddenly and scream "NNNOOOOOO!!", but i only get to the "N" because shes not there. theres noone there at all, and the cars carry on regardless.
Thing is if she had been there she would have been road kill.
She was very modern though, very long straight blond hair is what i really remember her by. I should maybe find out if any blond birds were mown down outside my house in recent years...

(Firenewt, Thu 30 Oct 2003, 15:35, archived)

not a personal experience, but...

www.ghoststudy.com/monthly/jul03/knees.html

ghoststudy.com/monthly/jul03/mobile.html

Some of the photos on this site give you the heebie jeebies ... has anyone thought about submitting a convincing "look no hands" ghost kitten?

(juicy_lucy, Thu 30 Oct 2003, 15:24, archived)

Aaaaarghhhhh

www.ghoststudy.com/monthly/sep03/beast.html

Nohands!!

(wingnutkj, Thu 30 Oct 2003, 17:07, archived)

hahaha

you're right!!

Ghost of nohands. Even though nohands ain't deaded!! Or is he?

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Fronkle99, Fri 31 Oct 2003, 8:39, archived)

Eeek

that mobile one is scary

(Ellis, Fri 31 Oct 2003, 10:03, archived)

don't know if this has happened to anyone else but...

i am an unfeasibly attractive single mum and i live in a big scary house in jersey with my two kids. recently - or 50 years ago during wwII - i can't remember which, my kids said they kept seeing ghosts in our big scary house. then we got some new housekeepersbut they left. anyway, it turned out we were all dead all along and i killed my two kids and myself. and the ghosts we were seeing were just normal living people looking at the house. it's not a great story really.

(hnnrs, Thu 30 Oct 2003, 18:12, archived)

(harmless kitty, Fri 31 Oct 2003, 0:05, archived)

Now That

Would make an excellent film...

(antonye, Fri 31 Oct 2003, 11:39, archived)

that's nothing

i used to keep waking up in bizarre places, then 1 day, i must have sleepwalked and in my dream i saw this big black rabbit called frank, while i was out sleepwalking, a jet engine crashed through my house and would have killed me if i had still been in there. i had all this writing on my arms too. also, i flooded my school and burned down a paedophiles house cos frank told me to. then i discovered that we have a weird transparent tube thing that comes from out stomachs that dictates where we are going to go and i found the secret of time travel from some old woman, then my girlfriend got killed and i went back in time to the jet engine incident and this time i was in my house and i died. weird huh?

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manolith hooray for me, Fri 31 Oct 2003, 14:26, archived)

not my story

But my friend did the Kontiki tour of Ireland and one night they stayed in a haunted house...

Oddly, nothing happened!

But the night after they where back in a Youth Hostel and a few of them where sharing a room, it being a modern one you had a private room key.

Anyway, the door opened in the night and cold air blew in, then the door shut. The room's occupants thought it was odd and checked the landing but there was noone there.

As for me, I once woke up to see a haggered old gent looking over me in bed. My bedroom is really narrow so I could have reached out and grabbed him... Instead of doing this I just stared at him, I was shitting one but intrigued... After literally 2 or 3 seconds he just faded away.

One last crappy thing... I woke up at around 4am once to hear this loud electronic beeping noise... Imagine someone going mad on an old keyboard... It was before we had a house alarm and before any of the cars had alarms. Never found out what it was.

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beefandcheese, Thu 30 Oct 2003, 18:31, archived)

oh and my favourite drinking tale...

....My grandad was cremated and his ashes scattered with a memorial left in a graveyard near Ince.

About 7 or 8 years back my mum took us to see his grave for the first time. I said that I knew where it was and lead her there... She was perplexed, how could I know where it was?

I told her of a vague childhood memory where I was taken with my sister to the grave by someone. I don't know who it was who took us and we've asked lots of people in the family, none have taken us before.

But from the memorial (I remember saying 'Grandad's not buried there is he?' the first time I apparently visited) I went on to lead my mum to the main entrance and out.

She was suitably freaked out!

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beefandcheese, Thu 30 Oct 2003, 20:08, archived)

BOO!

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Kamikazee Killmouse, Thu 30 Oct 2003, 20:22, archived)

Right then

I'll tell you a story. I once walked home from a friends house, in the dark. There, I bet that scared you.

(glenbo, Thu 30 Oct 2003, 21:56, archived)

my cat saw ghosts...

I'm sure most cat owners have similar stories, but one evening sitting in front of the box with cat (Bert) purring on knee, there's a kind of a creak in the hallway and Bert looks up lazily, sees something and absolutely freaks. Claws rend my flesh, tear my jeans, Bert goes vertical about 4 feet, lands and tears out of the house at the speed of light.
For days he was too spooked to come inside and for months afterwards he was as jumpy as hell, was never quite the same confident cat again.
There was nothing there as far as I could see, but his reaction had me absolutely petrified.

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woowoowoo, Fri 31 Oct 2003, 2:06, archived)

wild and crazy ouija board experience

my friends and I were using a ouija board once, and so we asked if any spirits were there, yada yada. When we asked the name, it replied "Stu Sutcliffe". We had no idea idea who it was, so we asked how he died and it just said "head". Anyway, we kept talking to it until we started asking stupid crap like "are we going to hell?" and then it stopped responding. After that, we asked one of our friends who wasn't participating in the "seance" if she knew who Stu Sutcliffe was, and being the Beatles obsessed person she is, she knew that he was their friend who died at a young age of a brain hemorrhage (or something along those lines). It was weird because she was the only one out of the group who knew who he was, so it couldn't have been one of the others trying to fuck with us.

(The 3rd Duchess of Spank, Fri 31 Oct 2003, 5:44, archived)

wild and crazy ghost experience

I was staying in an old inn in Massachusetts back in August and when we were taking stuff to our room, the front desk people casually mentioned that the room was haunted by the innkeeper's daughter, who died in 1849 ("um..ok...?"). I was already scared shitless by the time I went to bed, so I sort of went in and out of consciousness for several hours because I was too freaked out to actually sleep. Around 5 am, as I was finally drifting off, I felt my bed bounce a bit, like someone sitting down at the foot of the bed. Then I felt a warm wave kind of come over me, almost like someone was lying down. A minute later, I felt the warmth lift off of me, like a blanket being removed. At that point, I turned on the light and woke up my mom and cousin (we were all sharing the room) and they told me to go back to sleep (sods). About a minute after turning off the light, I looked up from my bed and saw what looked like a green glowstick floating along in front of my bed, pausing in front of the door and disappearing.

Also, according to my cousin, she periodically saw a greenish haze hovering around my bed. And the ghost's name is Jerusha. Woo for ghosts!

(The 3rd Duchess of Spank, Fri 31 Oct 2003, 6:04, archived)

When I was a kid,

it used to freak the hell out of me when I'd hear a strange noise in the midle of the night, and see a flash of light with my eyes closed. I thought the flashes of light were the death energy of the ghost leaking through my eyelids when the ghost had been disturbed by the noise.

Yeasr later I saw a show on TV about synaesthesia, and put 2 and 2 together. It's a condition where sound is perceived as visuals. I have it very mildly, it only works in pitch darkness. Goes well with music and cannabis.

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pxyzyzygy, Fri 31 Oct 2003, 10:56, archived)

War ghost

When I was about 5 my family used to go for a walk along the beach near our house. One day I looked back and saw a man in old fashioned flying clothes standing next to the tail planes of an old warplane from WW2.

20 years later, my mum met a local folklore buff who told her that 2 WW2 planes crashed exactly where I saw the man. All the flyers survived. 1 plane was German and they were rounded up by the locals and sent to a POW camp in Skegness.

There's also a ghost of an airman who plays the bagpipes at the old RAF Strubby airbase. My mum heard the pipes in the 80s but thought it was someone who worked there. Then when I was in my teens I read a book about RAF ghosts and it was mentioned in there. Mum went a bit wobbly at the news.

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Staticgirl, Fri 31 Oct 2003, 13:21, archived)

Once..

When I was about 5, at my old house, I was being slow putting my shoes on to go to school, my mum told me to hurry up. I said "I'm talking to the man on the stairs". My mum freaked out liked a whore and started asking me questions... It turns out that the lady we had bought the house off died half way through the deal - AND the window I was sitting next to at the time was where they found the body of her husband after he died of some heart-related thing. HARDCORE.

(HawkerTyphoon, Fri 31 Oct 2003, 14:43, archived)

problems with the paranormal

I am a research fellow at Rhine and have seen much. I do not intend to post any narrative here for reasons of privacy. I have read through most of these stories and have come to a few conclusions. One thing I must point out is that at onset, a demonic incursion and a valid haunting can be indistinguishable one from the other. The amount of damage, both psychic and physical, that the former can wreak is considerable. Playing with Ouija boards can draw the attention of these entities like moths to a flame. This is called the Principle of Attraction. In other words, if you play with fire, you are going to get burned. I would like to urge those who do not actively seek paths of power to leave such things alone. I have personally seen the consequences and they are not pretty.

(jeligula, Fri 31 Oct 2003, 18:35, archived)

Anyone Know...

wHAT STORIES MADE IT TO THE RADIO SHOW?

(Great Griffter, Fri 31 Oct 2003, 18:38, archived)

OMG I AM NOW OFFICIALLY FREAKED OUT

this very white light just moved quite rapidly over my lap as I am reading these, god damn you!!!!!! Jesus Christ I am now scared, more than I have ever been in my whole life, damn my paranoia!!

(monsta, Fri 31 Oct 2003, 21:28, archived)

it's too late to post, it's not very interesting and it's not even my own experience but......

our friends moved into a big old house that was cheap cos the lady owner had died in it only weeks before it was sold - her toileteries were still in the house when they moved in...

anyway, they always joked that the house was haunted, until once when they were havin tea their youngest child (2 yrs) froze and just pointed at the stairs. The 'rents asked what it ws (they couldn't see anything) and he just said 'lady'.

similarly, they asked their other child (7yrs) what they'd done this afternoon and she replied she'd been playin with 'the grey lady who sits on her bed at night'.

okay, this could just be kids makin stuff up but the final straw for them was when a gardener joked that even though one of our friends had been watching him work all afternoon they hadn't even offered him a cup of tea..this is all very well, 'cept noone was in the house at the time!!

not too spooky, but if u saw their house and were currently listening to abba (not my choice) u'd understand!!!

(iwantacone, Fri 31 Oct 2003, 23:43, archived)

Saltwood ghost

I am a past resident of Saltwood, Kent. I was twelve when I lived there in 1973. My parents and I moved from Oshawa, Ontario and resided in Saltwood for about a year. I lived at 'Restlands' on Sandling Road, in the next house from old Mrs. Clarke's General Store. My friends and I used to hang out after dinner on the green, in front of the hall and at the castle. There was one occurance while I was there that I will not forget.
One night when I was in the kitchen, at the back of the house, I sensed movement in my back yard.
I opened the back door and looked into the blackness. I stood there on the stoop but went back in quickly as I felt suddenly spooked. I sensed something large. My heart raced as I went upstairs to my bedroom, leaving the light off. I swung open my window and looked down into my dark yard.
I heard heavy breathing and the sound of large footsteps on the ground right before me. A bear came to my mind but I knew there were no bears in Saltwood! I continued to listen and scan for any sight of the intruder. Finally it was silent and I returned to the T.V. I told my parents and they said maybe it was a badger or something. A badger is about the size of a large racoon or small dog. The stature of this presence puzzled me. The house 'Slaybrook', further down on Sandling Road was undoubtedly haunted. I heard that a battle was fought there and the water ran with blood. Supposedly, a ghost of a man on his horse had been sighted there by residents.
Many years later, it was suggested to me that it was a ghost of a very large dog. Apparently, centuries ago, large dogs were used as beasts of burden for various things in that area. I tend to lean to this theory but having no concrete evidence, it still vexes me. I will not forget that night.
As a token of friendship and adoration for Saltwood, my father made a donation to the village. A maple tree was planted on Tanners Hill in memory of the Canadian soldiers that fought in Britain. We returned to Canada later that year. I'll never forget Saltwood, I miss it terribly and plan to visit someday.

(OGH, Sat 1 Nov 2003, 1:11, archived)

I haven't seen a ghost, BUT...

O joy! My FAVE subject!

I know many stories, both true(!) and fictional.

My favourite fiction (author's name, anyone? It's years since I read it) is a short story called, 'The Gates Were Locked'

.Woman crashes her car in a ditch on the way to her friend's house. Gets out of wreckage feeling fine, walks the rest of the way to her friend's place. Stays for weekend. Sees ghosts (ghosts also see her!)
.When she's about to leave for home, the local vicar is having tea with the two women. The friend gets a phone call from the garage - they've picked up the car from the ditch, but they've had to call the police.

The last line of the story has the vicar, pale & termbling with fright, walking up to our heroine and blessing the chair where she sits, as she disappears slowly before their very eyes!

(Johnathan Benton's Quest, Sat 1 Nov 2003, 5:02, archived)

More stories! Yay!

My fave true story concerns THIS man ^

Bob Symes was on the radio and TV a few years ago - you may recognise him from his appearences on the BBC show 'Tomorrows World.' Anyone seen him lately? He was always on about miniature steam engines & such.

Anyway, I listened on the radio (LBC in London) many years ago as this man recollected a terrifying incident that he experienced, as I recall, in the 1950s or '60s...

It seems Bob was working on BFPO, a radio network broadcasting to British Armed Services who are based overseas. He was presenting a programme of gramophone records, pre-recorded tapes of interviews & such, in the wee small hours of the morning. Bob was no stranger to the kind of pranks & gags that anyone working this graveyard shift was treated to.

The radio station was on a small Island in Greece. Local Greek personalities would pop in all the time to either record short interviews or broadcast live pieces strait to air.

On this particular night;

Bob was about to take off a record and announce the next piece, a speech by a Greek Professor called (apologies for spelling) Dr Krassus, when he suddenly recalled reading Dr Krassus' obituary in the press a few days earlier.

Impasse! The late Dr Krassus would normally arrive in the studio right now to broadcast his monthly piece live to air; Bob would have to replace him with a gramophone record or a tape and announce the sad loss of this local celebrity & popular broadcaster. Quickly, Bob queued up a record of appropriately sombre classical music, and prepared to reveal the sad news.

...At that very moment, the door to the studio banged open and a distinctly sick-looking Dr Krassus strode past Bob & settled in front of the microphone ready to speak.

Shuffling the papers of his prepared speech, he glanced over at Bob, waiting to be given the go-ahead to begin his broadcast. Being conscientious about his work, Bob gave the signal, and Dr Krassus started the speech.

Sitting back, Bob at first thought himself to be asleep and dreaming. He could therefore relax knowing that he would soon awaken, but when he pinched himself firmly & looked over to the recording booth, Dr Krassus was still talking.

Patching the sound from Dr Krassus' microphone through to his engineer in the room next door enabled the engineer to confirm that the familiar voice was indeed Dr Krassus;

'Are you sure it's really him?' Bob asked.
'...Yes,' the engineer replied, 'it certainly sounds like Greek to me.'

Bob was now convinced that the recently-deceased Professor Krassus really was broadcasting live over the radio, which of course meant that Bob was insane, he'd lost it, live on air in front of thousands of radio listeners.

Half way through his speech, as was his wont when he was alive, Dr Krassus took a breather and burst out of the sound-proof booth to slouch sullenly over Bob's control desk.

'Isn't death horrible?' announced Dr Krassus, right in the face of the now trembling Bob Symes. This dead Greek professor quite definitely real, yet looked so pale, very green about the gills. As was Bob himself, by now.

When Dr Krassus returned to the microphone Bob was still shaking. The minutes dragged by, but at last the professor finished his speech.

...And returned, to drape himself over Bob's desk once more.

Dr Krassus spent the next few minutes pontificating sadly on the tragedy of life cut short.

'Being dead is quite dreadful!' he proclaimed, adding that this statement was based quite firmly upon his own personal experience.

However;

Bob Symes was relieved to hear the final statement Dr Krassus made;

'When I lost my identical twin brother, it felt exactly like I had died myself!'

No-one had suspected that Dr Krassus had been one of twins.

(Johnathan Benton's Quest, Sat 1 Nov 2003, 6:49, archived)

First post...

I've been a b3ta lurker for awhile and just got round to registering. sooo... it's late for this post but i hope you enjoy these stories. all 100% true.

ones to do with me:

when i was about nine, my grandfather (or 'papa', as i called him) came to live with us. my grandparents were in ill health, and i think my grandmother was in the hospital at the time? i don't really remember... i do remember that she died while he was living with us, and i was awakened one morning to my papa and my mum crying because the hospital had just called to tell us that she had died. my papa continued to stay with us, however. we were very very close, my favorite memories are of him reading rudyard kipling's 'just so stories' to me. anyway, my papa was a very smart man, and had been a teacher (among other things), and so he helped to tutor me with my math which was my least favorite subject. one night, i got horribly frustrated with my homework and basically, i am ashamed to say, behaved the right little prat and stomped off to bed without kissing him goodnight. i woke up in the morning (it was a saturday) and ran in to say good morning to him and to say i was sorry, and he was dead. i went into the kitchen and found my mum and da, and my mum was a wreck because she had gone in to take him his breakfast and he was gone. i felt horribly guilty, thinking he had died thinking i hated him. that night i had a dream, and i saw him in it. i dreamed we went to a beautiful park, and sat together, and he told me everything was fine and not to worry, he knew i loved him and he loved me too. i awoke in the morning, feeling much better and much relieved. now, you could say that this is the way of a nine year old's psyche healing itself and assuaging its own pain, but the conversation i had with my mother aftwerward tells me differently. i remember riding with her to the funeral parlor sort of place to pick out a coffin and make plans for the service. she was trying to make me feel better about death (i had lost all three of my grandparents in the space of eight months. my other grandmother had died before i was born.) and i said something like 'mummy, papa and i went to the park and he says it's nice and he loves me.' she said she'd had the same dream, and described the park as i had seen it in my dream. it was apparently a park she'd gone to with him as a child, one that i had never seen. make of it what you will. my parents house - where my papa died - still gives me the heebie-jeebies at times. i know he's still hanging out there - i've been downstairs on the computer a few times and heard his shuffling footsteps going from the room he stayed in across the hall to the bathroom - and i was the only one in the house at the time. another time, a friend came to visit for the evening. i'd told her nothing about the house. as soon as she came in we exchanged greeting and she paused. she looked at me strangely and pointed into the hallway where my papa's room was and said 'what happened there? was he related to you?' needless to say i got chills and we retired to my back deck to smoke cigs, and i asked her what she meant. she said she just had the feeling of an older man, and that he was just sort of watching over us. i'm inclined to believe her, because she saw my friend geoff's da after he died of cancer. although mildly creepy, it's comforting that my dear old papa is still hanging about. i've got a couple more, if anyone's interested...

(Sarahfax, Sat 1 Nov 2003, 7:25, archived)

more!

post more...I heart ghost stories

(The 3rd Duchess of Spank, Sun 2 Nov 2003, 21:48, archived)

iv got a poltergiest (dont correct spelling,i get touchy)

Every time i go on holiday with my family something wierd happens.one time i had 2 go bak into the house on my own 2 get a jumper.The ghost opened the door and then moved a chair for me so i could get to it.I thort "hey this ghost seems a friendly kinda guy" so i didnt worry to much.BUT l8a that night i woke up to see this guy above me with an axe raised over his head ready to behead me.he disapeared when he realised i saw him.iv decided never to go 2 france wit me family again.oh well, hey ho.

(Mr.Nipplecat, Sat 1 Nov 2003, 9:51, archived)

off the subject but its quite pathetic if you think about it.

iv been a member for 246 days, 19 hours, 50 minutes and 2 seconds, and this is my second post. i meen come on.i dont even kno how 2 work adobe photoshop and making any gif animations is far 2 advanced for me.im useless. PAH

(Mr.Nipplecat, Sat 1 Nov 2003, 10:21, archived)

I DONT EVEN HAVE A PROFILE!

I should be struck down by lightning and made 2 burn for all eternity in the firey depths of hell.

(Mr.Nipplecat, Sat 1 Nov 2003, 10:41, archived)

I see dead cats...

They're everywhere, curling around corners and purring on the sofa.
Am I obsessed?

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Rev. Cleo still alive, Sat 1 Nov 2003, 11:05, archived)

Another true one...

...Last year I got a call from a friend sounding anxious, telling me about his brother's problems.

The poor fellow had just moved into a council flat which had been converted from a large old house.

The flat was rather shabbily decorated & came complete with some slightly tatty old furniture, including a big old-fashioned wardrobe. The air inside this wardrobe was always unnaturally cold.

Upon removing the old wallpaper, he found scribbly handwriting on the wall beneath. It was unreadable, yet seeemed very definitely some kind of hand-written messeage.

Worst of all, his daughter was disturbed at night by an old man who would come into her room, hold a brief conversation with her, and promptly vanish.

I told my friend I would seek out his brother's local priest and pursue the matter thoroughly.

...There followed, the next morning, another call from my friend, this time sounding greatly relieved.

His brother did have a problem - he'd been trying crack cocaine, an equally frightening experience.

(Johnathan Benton's Quest, Sat 1 Nov 2003, 15:03, archived)

Yes

There are ghosts that live in my house. We think that they are old relatives of the family. There is one woman that has blonde, curly hair and wears a blue dress (I think it was blue, but it could have been white but anyway). She walks around my house sometimes. My dad and mum have even seen her. I've seen her a couple of times. We don't know if she is the one that made the bread fly across the room or if that was a Poltergeist (which we really doubt it was one). We've had bread fly across the room, hair pics fly across the room and almost hit our cat, pots mysteriously fall out of the cupboard, the piano play by its self, and the old organ be turned on when it wasn't plugged in. I've had a mysterious shadow overcast on me. We've had weird things go missing and find them in places where we have looked a million times before or in weird places. The front door has been found open when no one has left or entered that way. And there was this one time when I was listening to my cd player and all of the sudden it cut off or the volume has been turned down. Then there was one of my friends seeing my Great-Granda in the mirror and I saw my mamaw in the mirror when my sister and her friend pulled a bloody Mary scheme. So as you can tell, my house is pretty haunted as you can tell.

(DoubleMintBob, Sat 1 Nov 2003, 20:57, archived)

The Little Girl In My Attic

There was a little girl that came in my room when I was sleeping. She woke me and screamed into my nose until it bled. She put her finger into the dripping blood and drew an x on my cheek with it. This disturbed me greatly. So I slapped myself and then went to the bathroom. When I came back, she was gone. I couldn't get back to sleep. The next night, she came back wearing a grocery bag over her head and a hole cut out for the mouth. "What do you want from me??" I exclaimed. "Your blooood." She replied. And then I woke up.

(tubes, Sat 1 Nov 2003, 21:24, archived)

question

What did she look like?

(DoubleMintBob, Sun 2 Nov 2003, 4:11, archived)

Can anyone else here astral project?

I see spirits all the time. They clap and touch me in the morning to wake me. I used to be afraid of them, but I've become quite used to it. My dead cat still jumps on my bed and I feel his fur on my face. ...Or maybe I'm just wierd...

(MadGirlOfDoom, Sat 1 Nov 2003, 22:43, archived)

maybe your name

is just spookily accurate?

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Muns, Sun 2 Nov 2003, 0:22, archived)

I did my fave ghost story in Flash.

If you click below you can read it:
ashen.users.btopenworld.com/temp/dolllady2.html

Seconds of amusement for any retarded child!

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Dr.A, Sun 2 Nov 2003, 1:21, archived)

I like it!

Although I now have whiplash.

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Fronkle99, Sun 2 Nov 2003, 14:19, archived)

This probably sounds crap in the telling, but it was scary as fuck

This happened while I was pissed, so is of dubious veracity. I hadn't taken any drugs, just consumed a fair amount of wine and champagne.

Anyway, it was the eve of the year 2000, and I had decided that my girlfriend and I were boycotting the millennium celebrations and staying in to watch the telly instead (much to her disappointment). She went upstairs to use the loo just after midnight, and while she was gone I caught sight of my own reflection in the TV.

I thought that my reflection somehow didn't look quite right and had a sudden, inexplicable feeling of paranoia, so I shifted seats on the sofa to try to reassure myself that I was just seeing my own reflection. My reflection in the TV stayed where it had been sitting, and then folded its arms (I was the only person in the room, my house-mates were all still out enjoying themselves). At this point, I started to feel a bit spooked, so I switched off the TV and waved my arm in the air to see if my reflection did the same. It didn't. It got up off the sofa, walked towards the screen (i.e. towards me), knelt down in front of it and grinned at me. Then it waved at me.

Then my girlfriend came back down and saved the day, apparently I was white as a sheet and pointing a shaking finger at the TV screen.

We later found out that my student house had been built on top of an ancient Indian burial ground. Of course, that bit's not true, but the rest of it was.

(disaffected, Sun 2 Nov 2003, 4:12, archived)

....

dude...

(DoubleMintBob, Sun 2 Nov 2003, 4:27, archived)

second that. and on an unrelated note: i dont think im going to get up and walk across my dark dark house to the bed. nooooo sir {or madaam)

(KurutteiruRisu, Sun 2 Nov 2003, 6:56, archived)

No,

I've never seen anything ghostly. Except for mysterious white ectoplasm on my sheets whenever somebody else has slept in my bed.

(Whizzer, Sun 2 Nov 2003, 23:22, archived)

not really a ghost story but..

i work part time in one of the oldest (and cheapest) pubs in central manchester, it's called sinclairs and is one of the two pubs that was moved following the redevelopment of the city centre after the IRA bomb went off in '96. Anyhoo where the pub is now is off a little bit of exchange square (which popped up in the argentina england match last year) called hanging ditch. Which as you can probably guess was the old execution site for manchester. It then transpires that when they were rebuilding the pub at it's present location they were building it on a mass grave full of dead ye olde manc scallies. They were so many that they put a concrete lid on the whole thing just so in the future they could carry on the dig and pull out the rest of the bodies.
Anway this has lead to various stories at the pub generally centred around the cellar and kitchen, (which is next door to the cellar)like when the pub was being rebuilt a security guard refused to go down there after hearing voices and plates smashing behind a wall. One of the assistant managers has a distinct feeling of being watched and followed through the kitchen after closing.
My story is a little more mundane. I was down in the cellar getting a couple of bottles of spirits (no pun intended) when i swear i heard the door at the top of the cellar stairs open and somebody walk down the stairs. Naturally I shouted Hello to whoever it was, but there was no reply. There then was an almighty bang as if someone had hit an empty keg with a hammer. I bricked it grabbed what i needed and pegged it back upstairs.
when i got there i started having a go at chris, the permanent assistant manager and colin one of the bar staff about trying to scare the shit out of me. They swore that they didn't do anything. We got talking about it and figured out what had happened.
1. Some punter and stumbled into the cellar stairs door rattling the lock and making it sound like it was opening.
2. Immeadiately after some one had come down the stairs from the upstairs bar. Th stairs are wooden and are directly above the cellar steps. Therefore i'd heard someone comedown another set of stairs and interpreted it as someone coming down the cellar stairs after hearing the door open.
3. After i had shouted hello, some one had walked across the metal plate covering the beer hoist hatch making it bang and causing it to reverberate around the cellar.
Three little coincidences scared the hell out of me. Just goes to show if your mind is primed to interpret something one way then it will do given the circumstances.

(northern seth back is giving him jip again, Mon 3 Nov 2003, 12:08, archived)

a ghost story, even though I don't believe in them

In the last house I lived in, in Nottingham, there was one corner of the front room that felt bloody freezing, and it felt like there were cobwebs landing on you if you sat in the chair in that corner. One day, I sat there, waited for it to happen and then shouted "IS THAT THE BEST YOU'VE FUCKING GOT?!" (I was slightly drunk at the time..)... the feeling stopped and never came back.

I've no idea what could cause it, other people had been able (up to that point) to feel the 'strangeness' in that corner. Weird. Nothing else happened after that, my house mate moved out due to financial reasons and I was alone in there for a few months. It was still really cold, but that was because it was November and the boiler had packed in. Ho hum.

(stoat on the road to nowhere, Mon 3 Nov 2003, 12:21, archived)

people who know about this stuff (e.g. jeligula and steponfrog)

can anyone tell me more about it, ghosts magic demons etc? i don't want to get 'involved' i'm too much of a coward but i find it fascinating and want to learn about it, and wanted it from people with first hand experiance rather than trawling through the net, which is full of sites by 14 year olds who've seen a few eppisodes of buffy and think they're warlocks.
thanks

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(John Doe, Mon 3 Nov 2003, 13:34, archived)