Ooh and another one
friend of me dads this time (never me, I am Dully McDull, number 1 Dull Street) and his mates were away at some big old house for an adventure weekend scouts or something type thing. They'd all as young lads do been trying to scare each other with ghost stories and stuff including sliding a shirt on a coat hanger down a piece of string from the top of the house to the big gate, for it had this long straught drive with a slight downhill slope, ideal for such larks. This made a fabulous wzzzzzzzzzz noise as it slid and they managed to put the wind up anyone coming up the path seeing and hearing this thing suddenly approaching. Anyways...... one young lad didn't believe in all this nonsense and flatly denied the existence of ghosts and stuff, so they concentrated on him for the rest of the night till they all turned in. The dormitary thing they were in was a long room with a window at one end and all the beds along the long walls on each side, with the sceptical laddie at one end next to the window. Everything was quiet until my dads mate wakes up and hears him gasping for breath and sounding a bit, frankly, unwell, so he looks over and sees silhouetted against the window 2 people on this chaps bed having a punch up. Someone else at this point gets up and switches the light on to reveal absolutely no-one there, not a soul. Except of course the now not-so-sceptical lad white as a sheet and a tad sweaty in his bed. Pants may well have been filled that night!
(tinypod will never learn. Ever., Wed 26 Apr 2006, 7:55, Reply)