I was on a ghost tourof 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,
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