When I was 9
This was (and still is) a spooky thing that happened to me and my mates.

We were staying over at a mates house, he was a little weird but we hung around with him as he was a spoilt bugger who had so much crap you would never get bored (Seriously each time we called round he always had some new toys etc etc and that’s all that matters to kids).

One night after our usual routine of getting hyped up on sugar, watching crappy films and telling ghost stories I woke up in the middle of the night to a strange sound. At first I thought it was just a noise from the air con unit but for some reason I could not fall back to sleep. Then I heard an unearthly scream.

In a corner stood a pale skeletal ghostly figure, with features that didn’t resemble anything human. The temperature in the room fell (My guess nowadays is that the air con just kicked in but at the time I was scared shitless and so I stayed extra still). I sat there wide eyed as the figure glided slowly across the dark room, towards the bed we were sleeping on.

Terror had gripped me fully now as I saw the figure go over to my other mate Toby and run his hands all over his body. Luckily Toby didn’t wake up, or if he did he didn’t make any indication of it. The figure then did the same to both me and my mates before moonwalking out the door.

Now I think of it to say it was a ghost it did have a solid touch and the ectoplasm that appeared on Shawns face had gone all crusty in the morning.......

That was the last time I ever stayed overnight at Neverland, despite Micheals offer of me playing a game of pirates next time I popped round (I don’t know either, something about Roger the cabin boy).
(mon bison powered by magnets, Fri 24 Jul 2009, 10:15, Reply)