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!
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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!
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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.