I used to live above a pub
It was a huge detached building, bar and kitchen downstairs, living accomodation and bathroom upstairs. If there were no bed & breakfasters there I would be the only person there. Strange things that I experienced there:

1. The door to one of the rooms would always be open if I left it shut, and shut if I left it open. The morning of the day I left the place, it was actually locked, with the key on the inside and we had to break in.

2. While I was on my way from the bathroom back towards my bedroom my cat ran past me going the opposite direction. When I got back into my bedroom my cat was sitting on my bed. Gave me right proper goosebumps, that one (and there's no way she could have got back past me without me seeing or hearing her).

3. One night after closing I decided to replenish the shelves while I was still up, thus giving myself a bit longer in bed in the morning. While I was in the cellar getting the bottles together I heard someone come down the stairs - there was no-one in the building apart from me. That was quite a scary one too...
(Professor Kenny Martin Hmm? What?, Tue 8 Jul 2008, 14:06, 4 replies)

Why is it?
Every time I get my hands dirty, my nose starts itching.
I have no idea why this happens and it's very ferkin annoying.
(oneinthepink is at your cervix m'lady, Tue 8 Jul 2008, 13:59, Reply)

Spooky Sidings
I love working night shifts. There's something about being 'allowed' to wander about at 3am that's kind of 'naughty'. Anyone who does shift work will know what I'm babbling about.

Now - during a night shift, you get used to hearing/seeing weird stuff - 99.9% can be explained (usually drunken passengers who missed their train sha**ing in the shadows) but there are certain times...

During engineering works, I had to take an empty train to the coast, sit on it in the sidings for 5 hours, then take it back up as the first train of the day. As most sensible drivers did, I packed a sleeping bag and an alarm clock - getting paid to sleep rocks! Not that I got much sleep. I found a warm first class compartment and bunked down for the night. After about 20 minutes, I thought I heard voices in the next compartment. Nothing you could make out, just a low murmur of conversation. "Wow, the imagination is in overdrive tonight" I thought. I tried to ignore it, but I couldn't - so I quietly got up and opened the door. As soon as my hand reached the handle, the noise stopped, and when I looked in the next compartment - nothing.
Satisfied I had imagined the whole thing - I tried to get back to sleep. The conversation next door started again. Then the tapping started.
By this point, I really wasn't going to get any sleep, and told whoever was on my train, living or dead to get the hell off my train.

Then a door somewhere down the train slammed shut. I wasn't even going to look back - I was off the train and walking back down the track to the safety of the signalbox. When I walked in, the first thing the signalman said to me was "I was wondering how long it would be before you came up here... the driver on the same job last night did the same."
( HSDriver was probably still at work on, Tue 8 Jul 2008, 13:56, Reply)

Ghostly submarine
Well, maybe not but it is something I've got no explantion for. When I lived at home I had the only back bedroom. The house backs onto a very shallow, stinky river and over the river is a large 60s council estate.

Quite often, but with no obvious pattern, I would be woken up at night by a very odd sound. It was a repetitive noise best described as a blip followed by a hiss (Imagine the sound you get on films set on submarines which I think is supposed to represent depth measuring equipment.) It used to freak me out in the middle of the night as it sounded very close outside but I was too cowardly to look out the window. Never heard in during the day though.

My mother is, however, made of sterner stuff and has been out in the garden in the early hours of the morning and has also heard the noise. She could never work out where it was coming from either. My brother, who took over the room when I left home, still hears it. Neighbours have heard it too and are equally bemused. It has been going on for over twenty years now and none of us can come up with an explanation. The nearby factory I suspected was responsible has been
demolished but the noise still goes on.

If anyone has any idea I would love to hear it. I certainly don't think its supernatural in origin but it is unexplained and damn intriguing.
(Innogen, Tue 8 Jul 2008, 13:23, 4 replies)

The old mental asylum....
This happened to myself and a friend when we were about 10 years old. We both lived on a small estate which was built next to a Victorian mental asylum. Not a modern one where you would have to be sectioned to end up there, but a setup whereby typical residents of the late 19th and early 20th Century would be the homeless, women with PND and illegitimate children as well as societies mis-fits...who would then be subjected to infusions of Lithium and ECT.

The place was pretty much abandoned in the early 1980's and large areas of the complex were disused - which made a great opportunity for exploring and generally being nosey kids...

Anyway, this place also had maternity ward which served the non-interred local town and community. This was seperate from the rest of the grounds and had been closed - Save for the fact that it housed some Vietnamese Boat people in the early 80's, this was abandoned too...

My friend and I would often play around in the old buildings - the dark corridors were particularly scary but not often ventured down with less than 3 of us....On this dull Saturday morning there were just the two of us.

Anyhow, we cycled to the abandoned grounds and jumped through a window into a small square building about 25ft square - probably the old boilerhoue, and were routing around the floor for nuts and bolts and stuff. As we were doing this I had this sense that I needed to look up - so I did - and there, on the ceiling was this figure, looking straight down as the two of us.....

Oddly, Compared to the other stories posted, I can describe exactly what I saw - It was a tall man, in full victorian formal dress (dinner jacket, suit trousers, and cloak) almost like a stagecoach driver with a long face and staring right down at us - with burning red eyes....

The thing that scares me the most about this is that its all very well that we saw this figure, but I really got the sense that this thing knew we were there, and it was looking straight at me - thats the bit which has unnerved me the most over the years...

Anyhow, my friend and I had seen this thing (we subseequently described what we saw identically) and screamed like hell. The problem was, we had come through a window - and there was no door (I think it had been bricked up). We both went for the window - only one of us could get out at a time.

My friend got there first and I can tell you the most terrifying feeling is knowing that there is something behind you, which seems to know you are there, and being unable to get out - thats the worst bit.

So. We both make it out of the window and run like hell, leaving our bikes behind - straight back home where our respective fathers drag us back to collect our bikes - look in the building, on the ceiling etc - nothing.

I can tell you it really messed up my sleeping patterns for months, parents taking me to the docs etc and I'm still unnerved by the dark now.

Since this happened, the old maternity ward has been levelled and turned into a new housing estate. The only thing I have learnt since then is that the site is next to a road called 'Green Lane' which is a REALLY old road - going back hundreds of years and would have been a main thoroughfare for stagecoaches a couple of hundred years ago...

Have I seen anything since? - No - But I really do think that some people are predisposed to seeing this sort of stuff - I just happened to be with someone who did.
(ferris_b, Tue 8 Jul 2008, 13:21, Reply)

I Can Read Palms
.
Honest I can!

Give me your hand.

*stares*

"I can tell you're very gullible....."


Cheers
( Legless Mister Stabby - shanks for the memory, Tue 8 Jul 2008, 13:10, 3 replies)

Man proposes, God disposes
I went to university at Royal Holloway, a bit of a strange place.
The main building was a replica of a French chateau, and had a huge gallery with a lot of rather valuable paintings in.
One of them was this:

Strange picture of polar bears eating people from a shipwreck, with the caption "Man proposes, God disposes".
Pretty unsettling really.

Come the exam period, the gallery was one of the rooms used as an exam hall.
The stories went that is you ended up next to this painting, you'd fail your exams, go insane, kill yourself or die.

There must have been something to the stories, mostly bullshit, but it was a weird, creepy feeling that you got from just looking at the painting for a minute, let along having to sit there staring at it for three hours.

When there were exams there they ended up covering the picture with a Union Jack, to stop people freaking out.
( Cawl, Tue 8 Jul 2008, 13:04, 5 replies)

Only last Wednesday night at midnight…

I was walking the earth (well, round my local fields) and they filled with an eerie supernatural mist. All of a sudden I heard these growling / mewing sounds and I realised I was being approached by a huge, panther like creature.

Before my very eyes it began to transform into the likeness of Satan himself! – That’s right, Derek Acorah!

“WoooOOOooOO!” he said.

Before I could even papper my dunghampers, a flying saucer swooped in before landing on Derek and opened its doors.

Will Smith and Tommy Lee Jones climbed out with a talking dog who told me that I must tell the world of my experience.

‘Spank my tallywaggle’ I thought to myself. But how was I to spread the word?

The very next day, this QOTW appeared…

What are the chances of that?

The truth is out there people…
( Pooflake braces for an onslaught..., Tue 8 Jul 2008, 12:58, 1 reply)

A room with a (remote) view
A few years ago I was seeing a girl, R, who, once we'd got to know each other well, said that she believed she had some psychic powers, something she put down to having Native American blood on her father's side of the family.

She'd been reading up on the subject and discovered the concept of remote viewing, and was wondering whether she was capable of doing this herself.

My mum was on holiday at the time and we were planning on popping down to her house, so R said she'd try to picture what it was like.

After a while she said she was getting a strong sense of something that seemed like a living room, but couldn't be, because it was far too bright. But it did have a brown sofa, a big round table and chairs, and some kind of black and white floor.

I didn't say anything, but when we got down to my mum's house and I showed her the conservatory, very bright due to all the glass, with the big brown sofa, black and white tiled floor and big round dining table and chairs in the corner... well, it freaked her out a little, because that was exactly what she'd seen.

Spooky.
(Capo, Tue 8 Jul 2008, 12:57, Reply)

My School...
Was apparently haunted by a multitude of ghosts. (Apologies in advance for the rambling length...)

To elaborate: my high school was one of those ones that consists of four buildings...the main one of which was previously a convent and a manor house belonging to the rich toffs of the town.

In this particular block, there were reputedly at least ten ghosts, including a headless nun that lurks around by what is now a stationary cuboard. Apparently my RE teacher (a nun, as it happens...) once opened said cupboard and was greeted with the sight of a dismembered head in a nuns veil sitting on the shelf.

Ones that I experienced personally though...

While sitting in a history lesson in this building, I and my friend both heard footsteps walking up and down the stairs outside the door. Could have been the 6th formers, as the stairs were right outside their common room.... but when I went outside the room the footsteps were still going and there was nobody there....

Also involving those stairs was the incident of the cold spot. They were the kind of stairs that you could stand underneath. Whenever I did, I always got really cold for no reason, even in summer.It was weird...

Last one: There used to be two doors at the far end of my history room, both of which had been painted shut long ago. Somehow I knew, without doubt, that they had led to a library of some sort. Which, I found out later, they did.

Spooky? Maybe.
(TuftyBee should have been working on, Tue 8 Jul 2008, 12:48, Reply)

Not even remotely funny but...
some years ago my parents owned a flat near Dungeness. We stayed there over christmas one year. I must have been about thirteen.
I remember waking up, I felt like I couldn't breathe and someone was sitting on my back forcing my head down and pushing something into the back of my head. I went back to sleep but remembered this dream vividly in the morning.
Some days later I came across a news story from that day, at the time it was quite a famous case, there was a paper boy murdered that morning, he was found face down in a ditch shot in the back of the head.
(Vinegar strokes Should know better on, Tue 8 Jul 2008, 12:45, Reply)

The Scottish Play
Warning! Culture Alert!

Actors are a suspicious lot. I have known, for example, people who wear the same pants for an entire run as the first time they wore them they didn’t forget a line. I myself have my own ritual which, if I don’t do it, leaves me convinced that the performance is going to go wrong in some way.

But the biggest, blackest, baddest thing that any actor can do is to utter the name of the ‘Scottish Play’. One word, a mere two syllables, can reduce an entire company of otherwise reasonably intelligent and rational human beings in to a bunch of gibbering wrecks.

But why? Why should the utterance of (and I’m going to throw all caution to the wind here and say it) Macbeth be so unutterably terrifying? Well, the crux of it is that Shakespeare’s 29th play has brought the superstition on itself with its depiction of Witchcraft. Just like Marlowe’s Dr. Faustus (C.1592), in which staged productions were rumoured to have raised real, actual devils, Macbeth was believed to flirt with evil – thus bringing upon it centuries and centuries of bad luck.

Now, the more sceptical among us would say that there are several elements of the play that are conducive to bad accidents. Bad light being one, or the use of big, heavy swords being another. The play itself is very short, meaning it can often be drastically under rehearsed, making mistakes a real possibility.

However, dear reader, this is not my experience. During a 1996 production of The Crucible, someone (who shall remain nameless, but let’s just say they were of demonic origin) loudly and proudly spake the word: “Macbeth”.

And thus began the worst night of any production I have ever been involved in, ever. Three satge lights blew out during the performance. A flat fell over in the wings and pressed the DSM against a wall. A small (but spectacularly destructive) fire broke out in a rehearsal room. And, perhaps most terrifying of all, I forgot my lines.

Oh yes, you may say that the lights suffered a power surge and overloaded the lights, or that the flat hadn’t been anchored properly as a result of a rushed get-in, or that the fire was started by a carelessly stubbed cigarette or even that if I had learned my lines better I wouldn’t have forgotten them.

But I say that I channelled Evil itself in to that theatre. And Evil likes nothing more than to ruin a good play.
( Devil_In_Tights the *real* DiT!, Tue 8 Jul 2008, 12:44, 6 replies)

Crash
I used to have a recurring dream of being in a bad car crash. Wasn't always just a car though, it would always be different situation/vehicles but was always two vehicles in a very horrific crash.

I haven't had it since I was on a bus that got hit by a truck, was a bit dissapointing really as both were only going about 10mph when they hit so only a broken head light on either.

Had to walk home though, damn it.
(NosmoKing, Tue 8 Jul 2008, 12:39, Reply)

Life Changing Moment...
Not funny I'm afraid, just a story about how I descended into hippy-ness.

I was always rather sceptical about things paranormal. Probably because most of these 'haunted houses' are making a packet by opening themselves to the public for 'spooky evenings' and the like.

However, one day a mate of mine took me to see this place en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Plas_Teg
He's a friend of the owner and, by strange coincidence, my parents nearly bought the place back in the 80s (they changed their mind when they found out how much it would cost to make the place habitable again)

So, I was given a bit of a guided tour. The house is well-known locally as being haunted, so I was being extra sceptical - I didn't want to 'hear' or 'feel' things just because I was subconsciously expecting there to be something, if you know what I mean.

All was quiet until we reached this one bedroom. The very second I stepped into the room I felt bad. I felt cold inside and really light-headed. The only way I can describe it is that it's like that feeling you have when you've had a couple of drinks - you're not drunk but you feel a bit 'floaty'. Difference was, this time it didn't feel in any way pleasant, I felt very very uncomfortable. After a minute or two, I decided that I wasn't having a good time, so I stepped back out onto the landing. The second I did, everything stopped and I felt totally normal again.

Only afterwards did I find out that it was in that very room that someone died several hundred years ago after a fight to the death.

I suppose, the moral of the story is, don't sit at home watching TV, reading the internets and forming opinions based on other people's experiences. Get out and find out for yourself. I'm a very different person as a result of that afternoon, I still think in a scientific way, but I'm much more open to the idea of there being thing out there we just don't know about yet...
(mellotron never could get the hang of Thursdays, Tue 8 Jul 2008, 12:37, Reply)

A nan trio
I was probably around 5 or 6 and had been tucked up in bed when suddenly I heard my nan's voice talking to me as if she was standing in the same room as me, but it was slightly echoy.

This may be down to the fact that she lived, and indeed was at the time, over 100 miles away.

I don't recall exactly what she said, but I know she said my granddad was there and then I remember hearing his voice.

I asked them about it when I next saw her, and my granddad said I must have dreamed it but my nan just gave me a sly wink.

I know I was not asleep in the traditional sense, and it felt so completely real, her voice was so soothing and I felt so loved and warm in that instance and the memory of it has stayed with me for 17 years.

She was a very religious woman and she did used to pray every night, in my mind I like to think she directed that one to me instead and probably just filled in what she imagined my granddad would have said to me.

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After she died my granddad remarried within the year, as I was still young (around 10 I think) and my parents had divorced I didn't attend the wedding and was unaware of when it was. I was at school and suddenly felt really cold as if I had walked into a freezer and then it passed within a few seconds. I mentioned it to my dad when I next saw him and it turns out that was when the vows were being exchanged. Coincidence or angry spirit nan!

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Lastly I was driving home after dropping a friend off in Stow. I was driving back along the Fosse Way in the dark and slightly icy roads when my phone started to ring, as it was around 2am I worried slightly that it may be something important and on seeing that there was conveniently a lay-by ahead pulled over. I looked at my phone and it had no record of anyone trying to call me, thinking maybe I had mistaken the radio for my phone I went to pull off when I recieved a text message saying I had voicemail, calling up voicemail there was no message - and no creepy noises - just cut off after about a second as if someone had hung up. Confused and tired I thought no more of it and carried on. Roughly 5 mins up the road a car had spun and hit a tree, pulling over and checking the guy was ok (he was just a little shaken)he said how he had come round the corner in the opposite direction to the one I was going in, hit some black ice and went straight across the road into the tree.

Sure if I hadn't of pulled over I may have missed him, but my days of watching the x-files has planted that seed in my imagination that I received a call from someone watching over me....

Yeah I am sure people can think up "mundane" explanations for the above, but I am choosing to believe that she is still out there looking out for me. Thanks Nan, you rock.
( TGB checking Off Topic is still shit at, Tue 8 Jul 2008, 12:33, Reply)

A guy at my school had an accident,
and now he's paranormal.

Well, paraplegic and subnormal anyway.
(apeloverage committed the vile act of onanism on, Tue 8 Jul 2008, 12:26, Reply)

Topsy IV
This is a very recent Topsy tale. But it isn’t mine. This story belongs to Piglet’s girlfriend (let’s call her Minnie)

As is their wont, Piglet and Minnie are growing up and joining the adult race. As a result she is now being allowed to stay over. About a month ago Minnie arrive straight from work and was absolutely shattered after a hard day seeing to the needs of demanding customers. Piglet suggested a quick nap before they went out and she happily acceded to his suggestion of a couple of hours lie down. Piglet took full advantage of this for a couple of hours quiet contemplation while Counterstriking.

After about an hour a dishevelled Minnie appeared at the door to piglets computer room and asked why he had been sitting on the bed tickling her and playing with her hair when he knew she was tired and trying to get some shuteye. He explained he hadn’t moved from the PC since he’d tucked her in and then told her about Topsy. It was the first time he had ever mentioned it to her. He took her back to the bedroom made his introductions and Topsy hasn’t bothered her since. It would appear Topsy isn’t the jealous type.
(porkylips looks better as the sun goes down., Tue 8 Jul 2008, 12:24, 2 replies)

Apologies to Scotland...Germany…Environmentalists…and pretty much everybody else...

I used to date a German girl. Attractive, but mental, she used to actually enjoy being called disrespectful, outdated wartime references (like ‘Kraut’ and ‘Bosch’ etc)

Anyhoo, she once showed me a script she had written for a piece of theatre drama. It was a pile of utter cocksnot, but here is a quick summary of the plot…

It centred around the longest river in Scotland, and how the people of Perth and Dundee lamented the river’s heavy levels of oil pollution.

(riveting eh?)

However, the ‘twist’ was that upon closer inspection, the ‘oil’ was actually just thousands of cups of discarded tea, chucked in by staff at a nearby café.

So everything was alright.

She left this ‘bombshell’ until the very last line.

Upon reading the script, I immediately dumped the dizzy-arsed German bint, and never saw her again.

All these years later, I do have some happy memories of her, but even now I shudder when I think of the…

…

‘Tay-oils of tea’ Hun-ex play-end
( Pooflake braces for an onslaught..., Tue 8 Jul 2008, 12:02, 11 replies)

paranormal?
Couple of stories here, I'll start with the most recent:
A couple of weeks ago, my mate and I were down our local (I know what you're thinking, but this was during our first pint!!) just chatting away when I looked up into the sky. It was just after sunset so was still fairly light. What I saw were two lights moving quite rapidly, now at first I was waiting for the roar of plane engines (we are on a military flightpath) but they never materialised and being someone fairly scientific, I could tell that they were not satellites or shooting stars.
We sat and watched these things moving rapidly across the sky in absolute silence and even now it spooks me a bit thinking about it!!

About nine years ago, my parents had some building work done on their house, a 17th century farmhouse near the site of the battle of edgehill (some people get spooked just being in it.) Being as I had just dropped out of college, I needed some money and my parents said they would pay me to do the labouring. The builder was connecting up the power supply for the new shower and he was in the loft. He sent me down to the cellar where the fuse box is located and got me to shout up to him from outside. As I went outside I became aware of what I can only describe as a whispering in my ear, I couldn't tell what was said, but it sent the biggest shiver down my spine, which, as it was in the middle of august and very hot, was a little unsettling. I was never a big believer in the supernatural before but that experience changed my opinion in a big way!!
Apologies for length? Never had any complaints before.
(funkeemunkee is not feeding the pigeons anymore, Tue 8 Jul 2008, 12:02, Reply)

Technologic apparition
A few months back I bought a new snazzy phone with a pretty decent camera, and as always when I get something new to play about with, I did so with merry abandon. On the first day I had it I was taking pictures of literally EVERYTHING, to help get to grips with all the attached bells and whistles.

So anyway, I had retired to bed (alas, alone) when I decided to take a picture of my darkened room to see what it looked like and to test out the flash. I'm not sure why but as soon as I pressed the button to take the picture and the flash went off something in my mind decided that what I had just done wasn't the brightest idea, especially as I was alone and prone to an over-active imagination...

A very long second later and the picture I had just taken was displayed on my phone, I held my breath... Everything seemed to be in order except for one small detail, on the edge of the picture at the top right-hand side was a rather blurry whitish-pink orb. My mind raced and I tried to comprehend what I was seeing, since the camera never lies. Perhaps I'd recorded the appearance of something inexplicable? Perhaps my belief of life itself was to be shaken to the very core by this mysterious apparition?

Or perhaps I'd been careless with my fingers and had accidentally put one over part of the lens?

Idiot.
(Jimmy Savlon, Tue 8 Jul 2008, 11:58, Reply)

the most incredible illusion ever - millions duped by the amazing 'Thermite'
how the fuck, those lard infused dullards can still swallow the crap doled out by their 'government' is truly strange and unatural

just read the top twenty style column on the right

www.ae911truth.net/
( spimf ™ is whoever you want him to be, Tue 8 Jul 2008, 11:58, 20 replies)

A real mystery
How did gordon brown ever get into power?
(Freddles, Tue 8 Jul 2008, 11:05, 3 replies)

Dr. S's story reminded me
I used to work in Chester at an old office (1960's affair I think, possibly older). There used to be 2 building connected by a walkway, the building where I worked was newer than the adjoining building and all was ok in there but the canteen and smoke room was in the other, older, building.

The other building was a lot older and reminded me of an old school or hospital, most of it was closed down or disused and just the 2nd floor was in use...was very creepy wandering around there on your own..

A couple of years later I was chatting to a security guard about it and he said there was an old engineer who had hanged himself in the building and was seen wandering around it from time to time.

Another story from the same building was a girl who got in a lift with another girl and went to her floor, but when she got there the other girl was gone, and this girl wasn't given to flights of fancy either...

Very weird building, was right next door to the archaeological dig as well...
(Fuckarma was masturbating into your handbag, Tue 8 Jul 2008, 10:59, Reply)

Barnes Common
I'm mostly posting this because I want to know if anyone else has come across anything similar in the area.

When I was a teenager, sometime around 1986, I was coming home from work in Putney. To get home, I could either take a mile or more detour around the locked up park, or hop over the gate and sneak past the park-keeper's house - so naturally, after I went through the level crossing, I scaled the park fence and snuck.

The park path runs parallel to the railway line and I was walking along this when I heard someone walking up on the railway gravel. There's lots of shrubbery and small trees between the fence and the track, so I couldn't see, but it was quite loud in the quiet of the night. At first I thought it was a trackworker doing some late trackwalk or something, but after a few seconds I realised that the pattern I was hearing was four legs, not two.

'That must be a hell of a big dog', I thought, since the crunching was so loud and deep-sounding, 'Idiot thing must have got onto the track from the level crossing'.

I'd stopped to consider this and the sound of crunching ballast stopped. I walked a bit further on and the crunching started again. So I'm thinking, 'It's lost - it can hear me and is trying to follow me - maybe I should go back to the level crossing and lead it off the tracks before it gets itself killed?' The trouble is, the park keeper's lights had gone on and I didn't want to get caught, so feeling quite guilty, I kept walking with my parallel companion.

At the end of the path was another locked gate with a bit of barbed wire at the top. You could get over it to cross the brook, but you had to be careful. Still feeling guilty, instead of going straight over, I walked towards the fence to see if I could get a look at the dog. The crunching on the ballast turned to rustling and snapping of it coming down the embankment towards the fence. Some of the snaps of branches were really loud and I had time to think, 'this thing is huge' before I saw it.

The light was on my left - an old sodium lampost shedding orange light across the greenery, so what I saw was largely in shadows and fuzzy orange. It was much taller than me (I'm 5'4) and had reflective eyes like a dogs that were a misty sort of yellow, as if it had cataracts. The eyes seemed to be forward-facing in a very broad face - I couldn't see any other features in its silhouette, like teeth or nose, but I was looking so hard for these that I didn't pay much attention to the body, so all I remember is the general shape, like a bear on its hind legs. It was making a noise that sounded like a cross between a dog growling and a pig snorting.

I don't know how long I stared at the thing - probably nowhere near as long as it felt. I was facinated and terrified and curiosity kept me there until part of my mind informed me 'that shitty chain link fence isn't going to stop it for long if it goes for you'. So I turned and threw myself at the gate. I got over it in what seemed to be one fluid moment of sheer athletisism, managing not to cut myself on the barbed wire and sprinted to my friend's house, who lived in Westfield's flats the same as me.

When I got to his flat, I was shaking like crazy and babbling a bit about what I'd seen. He got a torch and made every sign of wanting to go out and find it, but I grabbed him and said along the lines of 'If you find it, it will kill you!' and was convincing enough to stop him.

Afterwards - when it was good and light - we went to take a look and saw that there were a lot of damaged limbs on the bushes and trees behind the fence where I'd seen it. We checked with the owner of the only Irish Wolfhound in the area to see if Clancy had escaped one night, but the owner said he never got out on his own. We even checked the papers to see if there was a circus in town that might have lost a bear - which is what it most resembled - but we never found out what it was.

I never cut through the park at night again after that.
(Adremus, Tue 8 Jul 2008, 10:42, 7 replies)

Another Pearoast
I had been seeing a girl, Tina, for about 6 weeks(Bear with me that bits important)

Things weren't really going anywhere so when asked if I would like to go out on a blind date type thing I agreed.

Had a great night and stopped at a mates house on his living room floor with my blind date.

For some reason I had a really restless night. And it was not because she was a minger and my beer goggles had fell off!

You know the phase where your not awake but not fully asleep?

Woke up at least THREE times throughout the night with the same image in my head.

I'm walking into a house and looking up at the landing ceiling but it doesnt look solid. It's kind of like looking at it through a heat haze...Tina wasn't to be seen but there was a VERY strong presence of her being close.

Like I say it was like one of those falling dreams where it wakes you up. It was so vivid, the house, the heat and the presence of Tina.

It did seem a very strange dream to have and put it down to perhaps a tang of guilt etc.

Then at about 5 o'clock the next day I had gone home and was generally plodding about the house as only a hangover would allow. I walked passed our front door and as i did so the local paper was delivered. I Opened it to find the headline 'MAN KILLS WIFE IN DEADLY BLAZE'

I read on....And a strange feeling washed over me when I discovered that after a domestic, the man had poured petrol over himself and his wife and torched them both on the LANDING of their house. It had happened last night!!

The house was 2 doors away from Tinas...

It had happened in the early hours of that very night. I did a little bit of swatting on it and its a phenomenom called remote viewing.

I am very open minded when it comes to this kind of thing....Power of the human mind etc but I swear this is 100% true. It happened and was really quite amazing that it did.

If anyone has ever experienced anything like it they will know just how much it opens your mind to many other possibilities. I'm not saying I found religion or anything like that as I am quite agnostic about the whole thing. But I do know for sure that this happened to me and it was quite an eye opener.

Little things now like trusting your gut instinct or reading into little signs that your perhaps your taking the wrong path in your life I now 'listen' to. Someone, or, something is trying to tell you.

This all happened about 10 years ago now and I still remember it VERY well.
(never-right -getting it wrong since '78, Tue 8 Jul 2008, 9:53, 2 replies)

Woof!
I would like to post something about my experience with the supernatural but it always turns out to be some old bloke in a suit pretending to be a ghost


Love

Scooby Doo
(mon bison powered by magnets, Tue 8 Jul 2008, 9:48, 1 reply)

Psychic Medium
I know there've been a few stories on here about people who claim to be able to speak to the dead. Some positive, some negative. Well, I had an extraordinary experience with a psychic a few years ago, and I'm going to share it with you only if you promise not to poke holes in it, as I still have strong feelings about it.

There was a group of people around, and the medium was up on a stage. "Okay, I have contacted a spirit," she said. "I'm getting a name. Something that starts with M or N."

Nobody responded, so she went on.

"Or R."

I immediately leapt to my feet, as my dear grandfather's first name started with R. "Robert?" I cried.

"Yes," said the medium. "Okay, I'm getting the impression that Robert is someone you look up to. Possibly an older relative, or teacher..."

"Robert was my grandfather's name!" I exclaimed.

"And I'm getting that your grandfather has passed on?" the medium asked.

"Yes!" I cried, to gasps and applause from the audience.

"Was his death very sudden?" the medium asked.

"No, he suffered for several years," I replied.

"-Because he's telling me that he suffered for quite some time," the medium continued. "I'm getting that your grandfather was a very humorous man. He really was full of life."

"He was a miserable old man when he was alive," I replied. But I was glad to hear that in death, he had finally found happiness.

"He says he's okay now," the medium told me. "He is very happy, and he is proud of you. Okay, over here now. I'm getting a J? G? John. Joe. George..."

Laugh all you want, but you can't answer this: how did she know that my grandfather was happy? How could she find out he was proud of me if she can't really speak to the dead? I rest my case.
(racetraitor has an alibi for, Tue 8 Jul 2008, 8:28, 18 replies)

the alternative psychic
A while back I was reading a psychic Q&A on a website. Fired on by that evening's drink I decided to try out my own connections with the spirit world and answer a few of the questions myself.

Thus my alternative psychic project was born. Never had the time to turn it into a proper website as intended so here's a few for your am/be/musement:

Question:
Does my grandma have any message for me? I know she is always around me and can feel her presence in my house, my children can too?

Answer: Old people can get desperately lonely at times and call on loved ones for help. Stop ignoring her when she visits. She’s not even dead FFS.


Question: Is there somebody watching out for me and my family? If so, who and can they give me a message? Thanks.

Answer: Hi there, in answer to the first part it’s a resounding YES! The message I’m getting is that they’re going to slaughter you in your sleep.


Question:
Hi online psychic, I have been developing my own psychic abilities and from time to time I keep seeing something in the corner of my eye. It is not very clear and as soon as I focus in it disappears. It looks like some form of material under a microscope. I don't see it that often but it's something I'd like to develop so what can I do to make this happen?

Answer: Hi Peter, oh my what an intriguing question you pose. Sounds like eye cancer to me.


Question:
My nan passed over at the beginning of last year and there is so much i need to ask her and find if she has passed over. see i dont think she has as she inhabits my kitchen tiles.

Answer: WTF!! kitchen tiles. Lol!!1!!! Is she a borrower or summat.


Question:
does my child have the spirit of my brother or other male relative around him? ever since he was little he talks out loud as if someone is there with him.He still does it now and he is 16 years old.

Answer: It’s not strange for young ones to talk out loud to people that we adults cannot see. Usually it’s some form of autism.

Question: Is my grandad and ex-boyfriend Richard ok?

Answer: Spirit is sensing that you come from Dewsbury, Yorkshire. You're sick.

I won't apologise for length as I have loads more..
(Heyzeus, Tue 8 Jul 2008, 8:08, 6 replies)

Just a quickie...
From others of my tales you'll know the relationship with the mother of my kids is a bit hit-and-miss most of the time.

So why do I sometimes have these really strong dreams about the pair of us floating in 'jelly' (for want of a better word) desperatly trying to touch but never succeeding because its won't allow us to?

Then, when I phone her she'll admit she's in one of her pits of depression.
(paof2 Nude might not be rude, but rude could be nude..., Tue 8 Jul 2008, 7:53, 2 replies)