Spoooky Coincidence
B3ta's very own Fraser was once a cycle courier. On one job out to docklands his radio gave out, so he had to find a public phonebox to ring back to base.
He'd just located one when it began to ring. Picking it up, it was (obviously) a wrong number, but Fraser recognised the voice. Turned out it was a mate of his he hadn't seen for ages.
What spoooky* coincidences have you encountered?
* spoooky should always have three o's. 100% fact
( , Thu 8 Feb 2007, 14:07)
B3ta's very own Fraser was once a cycle courier. On one job out to docklands his radio gave out, so he had to find a public phonebox to ring back to base.
He'd just located one when it began to ring. Picking it up, it was (obviously) a wrong number, but Fraser recognised the voice. Turned out it was a mate of his he hadn't seen for ages.
What spoooky* coincidences have you encountered?
* spoooky should always have three o's. 100% fact
( , Thu 8 Feb 2007, 14:07)
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Graveyards
Not a coincidence, but spooky nonetheless.
I don't believe in ghosties, ghoulies or things that go bump in the night so one fine night I was taking a shortcut through the graveyard when I heard this noise:
"Chink! clink!"
Curious now as what could be causing it I headed towards the sound.
"Chink!clink!"
And it was getting colder and colder....
"Chink!clink!"
And, even though I don't believe in ghosts I was starting to get quite scared.
"Chink! clink!"
And then I turned a corner and saw a little old man, obviously a stonemason, chisel in hand working on a gravestone. Relief washed over me.
"What the hell are you doing in the graveyard in the middle of the night? I said - "You scared the shit out of me..."
Little old man looked up and me and hissed:
"They spelt my name wrong......."
Cheers
Note: For the pedants in here, it's a joke. It didn't happen.... :)
( , Thu 8 Feb 2007, 15:44, Reply)
Not a coincidence, but spooky nonetheless.
I don't believe in ghosties, ghoulies or things that go bump in the night so one fine night I was taking a shortcut through the graveyard when I heard this noise:
"Chink! clink!"
Curious now as what could be causing it I headed towards the sound.
"Chink!clink!"
And it was getting colder and colder....
"Chink!clink!"
And, even though I don't believe in ghosts I was starting to get quite scared.
"Chink! clink!"
And then I turned a corner and saw a little old man, obviously a stonemason, chisel in hand working on a gravestone. Relief washed over me.
"What the hell are you doing in the graveyard in the middle of the night? I said - "You scared the shit out of me..."
Little old man looked up and me and hissed:
"They spelt my name wrong......."
Cheers
Note: For the pedants in here, it's a joke. It didn't happen.... :)
( , Thu 8 Feb 2007, 15:44, Reply)
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