The Lady in the Hooded Cloak
My first job after leaving school was as a shiftworking computer operator for a firm of Quantity Surveyors in London. As this was 1969 and computers took up whole rooms with their 8k of RAM, jobs sometimes took all night to run. My fellow op and I were sitting in one of the glass walled offices chatting at 1am while waiting for a job to finish, when a lady in a dark hooded cloak came in through the ground floor front door.

We thought this was strange as we knew we had locked it and no one else had a key. She glided along the corridor towards our office, we could not see her face, but just looked at each other in disbelief. She glided up the internal stairs and opened the (again previously locked) door, without a key, and disappeared into the next door offices which connected with our area.

We went out of the office and up the stairs, but the door was still locked. We got the key and opened the door, but could see nothing. We quickly discussed what to do, as we were both sure we had seen this woman, so we called the police.

They searched both buildings but could find no sign of her, plus the alarmed exit doors, including the door she had originally come in, were still locked. We reported this next day to the management who questioned all the staff, but no one admitted coming in to the offices.

Nothing was stolen, and if I had been on my own, I would have thought it was a hallucination. But my fellow op had seen exactly the same as me, we discussed all the details. I have never seen a ghost before or since, but we know what we saw that night, so I am now a believer. We hadn't even had a drink that night, which was unusual for nightshift.

Apologies for length, about four feet per second of glide I think. First post, but not the last I hope. Depends if the hooded lady comes back for me now her secret is out.
(Classic Ray, Wed 9 Jul 2008, 17:06, Reply)

The ghost that likes Hot Bum sex
Explain this non-believers!

news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/world/africa/1446733.stm
(Ghost Batty Rider, Wed 9 Jul 2008, 16:34, 8 replies)

VERY strange
*Wavy lines sequence*

Rewind to about June 2005.

So my cousin is staying at our house for a while in our front room. One day whilst putting the ol wheelie bin out, my Mum spotted a chest of drawers that was thrown out by one of the neighbours, it was in good condition.

One week after said drawers were put in the front room, me and the cousin were watching 100 worst music videos with Cliff Richard's 'Over the ranbow' playing, only half way through this video we both heard something being dropped in the front room. Yes, one of the drawers mysteriously opened itself and out came underwear and what not all over the floor. How weird is that? Absolutely NO ONE else was in the house, there is no explanation. How the fudge can a drawer open itself as if someone else opened it??
(Paddy O'Dawes, Wed 9 Jul 2008, 16:25, 10 replies)

Not spooky, but a thoroughly disorientating coincidence.
A while ago I was in the shops around our town with minidisc playing. I wandered into HMV or some other music shop and pulled out my headphones, and the song I was listening to was playing on their PA in exact sync to my walkman.

Cue much flapping at ears looking bewildered because I couldn't work out whether my phones were in or out.
(tinypod will never learn. Ever., Wed 9 Jul 2008, 16:06, 3 replies)

Not me but
my boyfriend.

When we first met, we lived in his parents basement (insert cheese hither) in the middle of a room was a double bed that in the days before he met me he slept in with his ex.

One night (and I should mention here that he has his own front door to the room because it's integral to the story) they were fast asleep and he woke up to a predictably dark room, when suddenly a hideous tiny man-imp creature with hideous features jumped out from under the bed onto him, screamed in a 'I'm a dead child resurected by satan' voice and proceeded to run out of the open door.

Closing his eyes he opened them again to the sound of his own screaming convinced it to be a very bad nightmare and promptly woke the bitch up. Only to see the door ajar...
(vampyre_gem has been dead since, Wed 9 Jul 2008, 15:29, Reply)

Once, while I was sat on the toilet, I heard footsteps running up the stairs,
but I was the only one in the house!

I live in an end terrace, and it was someone next door. I forgot for a moment that I had a next door neighbour and that they sometimes need to go up and down their stairs aswell.

I don't know why the fact that I was sat on the toilet is relevant, it just is.
(Seance Trumpet has got no beef with a man enjoying a croissant, Wed 9 Jul 2008, 14:56, Reply)

What is consciousness?
Inspired by the discussion towards the end of last night's chat thread, it made me think about what consciousness is. I'm a firm believer in science, and believe that the human body is a complex biological machine that evolved purely by chance. Everything can be explained by comparing us to a robot made out of meat - well, everything except for one thing...

This one thing that goes beyond all of this - beyond science even - the 'magic' that makes us alive and self aware and not just a biological robot - the thing that is consciousness.

One of the challenges of Artificial Intelligence is to create artificial sentience. Personally, I don't think this can be achieved (at least not on a purely artificial level anyway). Just about every computation that can be done with computers as we know them today (computers based on logic-gates) can be abstracted to a Turing machine. If you know how a Turing machine works, you will realise that while theoretically it can perform any possible computation, it can never become aware of what it's doing - it just does what it's supposed to do.

If artificial sentience isn't possible, I believe it's possible to create an artificial extension to a natural consciousness. A good example of this is a human using a calculator. This way, they can solve mathematical problems much quicker. So one could say that this is a type of brain-extension. While a rabbit would not have a clue how to use a calculator of for that matter even understand the concept of a calculator, if science progresses to the point where brains can be grafted with electronic components or artificial brain extensions, it may be possible to expand the rabbit's mental capabilities this way. Taken to the extreme, it might even be possible to add a whole machine to a bacterium that interfaces the bacterium's sentience with the computational power to process perception from external stimuli and feed it to the bacterium’s own consciousness.

This of course leaves the question "What is consciousness?" open.

One belief I have about that is that our consciousnesses are an additional supernatural entity that is bolted onto our brains. I also believe that these consciousnesses all form part of the same supernatural entity, and that all consciousnesses are somehow interlinked. Our body's materialistic desires repress that part of our consciousness that makes it interlinked with everyone else's. I have absolutely nothing to back this up, but I believe in it. This could be likened to the Gaian supermind where every living thing is in fact the same organism (although this is more on a biological level than on a spiritual level). I've also read a bit on Taoism and they also believe that all souls form part of the same entity.

While science has answered many questions, "What is consciousness?" is still left to the realm of metaphysics. There's much possibility for debate, but as far as I know, there's no solid scientific foundation. I could of course be wrong. Truly, what consciousness is is something that's unexplained.
( mistaspakkaman and the inedible shifting caterpillars, Wed 9 Jul 2008, 14:55, 14 replies)

Magic
There was an old witch who kept a mythical creature down her top.
It was a bra chupacabra.
(oneinthepink is at your cervix m'lady, Wed 9 Jul 2008, 14:55, 3 replies)

Totally unrelated (perhaps)
I hope they catch whoever is responsible...
news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/england/derbyshire/7489638.stm

*Maybe its the aliens, but i reckon its fecking chav scum
(Ghost Batty Rider, Wed 9 Jul 2008, 14:34, 13 replies)

Antigonish and the hairy toe
This poem by William Huges Mearns gives me the heebie geebies:

As I was going up the stair
I saw a man who wasn’t there
He wasn’t there again today
I wish, I wish, he’d stay away.

And "The Hairy Toe" by Daniel Postgate. Gah!!!
(GirlOfTheWorld, Wed 9 Jul 2008, 14:33, 3 replies)

Explain this......
Onyx is a cryptocrystalline form of quartz. It is used in the making of many types of jewellery. It is reasonably rare, and true Onyx is quite valuable. I once held a claim to an Onyx mine in Australia. It was a widely believed that the Onyx from my mine was among the most superior in the world. Unfortunately almost all of my most valuable Onyx was stolen from me by a gang of masked motorcycle banditos while on route to the gemelogical institute in Canberra. And that's my tale of the Onyx purloined.


sorry.
( Lord & Lady Pants, Wed 9 Jul 2008, 14:11, 4 replies)

The aliens have moved on from cows!
www.theregister.co.uk/2008/07/09/rabbit_killer/

They're moving onto rabbits now, not sure why hough!
(Fuckarma was masturbating into your handbag, Wed 9 Jul 2008, 14:10, 2 replies)

My Arse
I feel I may have covered this one once before... But my arse simply doesn't shit straight.

Sit bolt upright on the crapper while dropping the kids off, and the bastard thing fires offline.

Ok... Maybe I've not given it my full attention.

So. Sit upright, back straight. Hands on knees to maintain a symmetrical position and ensure that arse is correctly positioned on the seat.

Deep breath... Squeeze. *Thunk-splash*

Fuck it. It'll never shoot straight. god knows why.
( Humpty Dumpty was Pushed Is unaware of having any limits., Wed 9 Jul 2008, 14:05, 12 replies)

Cat....
I got her when I was 12 and she quickly became part of the family despite being a vicious fur ball of terror to everyone apart from me. I loved her *so* much, she was my constant companion and despite the fact that I wasn't the one who fed her, I was most definitely her favourite.

She wasn't a very cuddly cat for the most part but she did love to be petted and had her own way of letting me know she cared (ahhhhh) If I was upset she would sit in front of me furrowing her kitty brow like a concerned parent. If I was ill she would sit on my bed watching me with a grave expression on her face. In fact, she would always wait for me to get home from wherever I was; I'd find her curled up on the end of my bed purring softly.

I really don't think there's anything quite like drifting off to sleep to the sound of a cat purring contentedly.

Age 25, I realised that she wasn't very well at all and despite our best efforts she had to be put down. My Mum called me at work to tell me and I was inconsolable, I had to go home.

When I got in, the tears started afresh and I cried like a baby. Later that night I went up to my room and was half expecting to see her there, got changed for bed and got in as I scooted down and got comfy, my feet hit a warm patch almost as if she'd been waiting for me to come up one last time....
(GirlOfTheWorld, Wed 9 Jul 2008, 13:54, 2 replies)

I was once haunted
by a pair of ghostly boots, a pair of spectral trainers, and a pair of slippers from the Other Side. They would walk about and keep me awake at night.

I didn't believe it at first, but when I brought in a priest to exorcise them, and he explained to me that footwear can indeed "cross over" and have a life after death.

You see, it turns out that shoes have soles...
( Amish Information Systems hates misplaced, commas, Wed 9 Jul 2008, 13:46, 6 replies)

I love this QOTW
I am one of the bastards who mess people around so they think they are seeing ghosts. I will make a noise in some way or flutter a curtain remotely and people are so stupid that they believe its a ghost! Ha! Dumb fuckers!
All of your stories are highly amusing as there is somone like me out there laughing at your stupidity.
( SiX and his hat, Wed 9 Jul 2008, 13:45, 2 replies)

Wrexham house - long story, sorry!
I've heard loads of damn spooky tales from people who I'd never expect to lie but will post em seperately. I really don't want to believe in supernatural malarkey and really do think that the mind is capable of playing the most devillish tricks on us.
But anyway, heres my own, true scarey darey tale....
I grew up in the South Wales valleys and when I was 10 my mum and dad decided to up amd move sticks to North Wales. The town we moved to seemed a bustling metropolis compared to where I'd come from and I had a very hard time settling down and finding friends. I was a generally pretty eccentric (if very bright) and unhappy kid anyway; I was also getting boobs and becoming generally hormonal so you have the recipe for your standard poltergeist-and-puberty pie.....mmmmmmm tasty!

I hadn't seen the new house or indeed heard a single detail about it but the week before we moved in I had a really vivid dream that still gives me the shivers yeras later. I was sitting at the botttom of a garden under a willow tree; I clearly remember raindrops dripping off the leaves onto paving stones that I was sitting on. i was being harangued by a scary old lady with a scarred face wearing some kinda white gown - I thought it might be a hospital gown. She was showing me a black and white photo of some nurses and telling me they were coming to get me. I ran off into the house and heard a screaming noise - i walked towards the noise and realised the screaming was coming from a sink plughole.
Then I woke up, crying my eyes out, took me ages to get back to sleep and I decreed it the scariest dream I'd ever have (which is saying something cos nothing is scarier than a kids nightmare!)
Bet you can guess whats coming next..........

Yep, moved into the house, there was the willow tree, garden and house EXACTLY as I'd dreamt it in terms of windows, doors all where they'd been in my dream.Something was up with the water pipes so there was a screaming noise when you let water out of the bath. I figuratively shat myself. Didnt mention a word to anyone cos my parents were having a shit enough time as it was.
Not a good start.
The worst part of the house was me and my sisters' bedroom. Spent 8 years being effing terrified in that room. The airing cupboard was in the room and the door would fly open, towels launching themselves at me. Sounds funnier than it was. Stuff would fall off my dressing table in a very illogical way. And there was a constant sense of hosility there that only I felt.
My dad dug under the willow tree and under the weeds and debris were the paving stones from my dream. Then when I was bout 14 I found out that the whole area of where our house was had been an airfield in World War 2. and yes, Army nurses had been based there. Not for the 1st time I figuratively shat myself.
It was horrible, it got so scary that I even considered telling a teacher at school but wisely didnt.
There was honestly no way I could have known about this house or the history of the area. It was weird because most of the people in that street had lived there since the houses were built in th early 60s. But no-one had settled in our house, the previous owners all seemed to have had a shit time with debt, divorce, illness etc.And it was eventually repossessed of my parents - nothing supernatural there, just the 1980s!
Years later I told my mum and while she'd never been scared she did say she seen a young lad wearing brown trousers, shirt and braces walk down the hallway, into the kitchen then vanish. Back door was locked,nowhere for him to go!
Shit, its making me scared now just thinking of it! Never been so scared in any other house, ever!
(insomniac girl all my best things are in hock, Wed 9 Jul 2008, 13:25, 3 replies)

Frankspencer
That is all.
(Orin delurked to post this gibberish on, Wed 9 Jul 2008, 13:20, 2 replies)

Then there were two...
My two mates George and Dave took me out on the lash one night to drown my sorrows. On the way home George and I got into a drunken altercation over some terribly important point. Dave left us to it. Within minutes, the argument was over, so we hurried to catch up.

Turning the corner into a long, straight alleyway, there was no sign of Dave, only a black cat sauntering along in front of us. There could not (and never will) be any other explanation: DAVE HAD TURNED INTO A CAT! I mean, this alley is about a quarter of a mile long- he wouldn't have had time to walk its entire length. And when we got to the end and turned the corner, there was Dave still slowly staggering along AND THE CAT HAD DISAPPEARED...
(tree hugger putting the "semen" in "basement"..., Wed 9 Jul 2008, 13:16, Reply)

The stairs....
My boyfriend’s house is a typical Victorian terrace; the lounge and dining room have been knocked through to create on large room which is separated by the stairs.

I've seen things at his house before all centred around those stairs most notably, a black cat, which winds itself idly down the stairs rubbing up against the banister as it goes then disappears as it gets towards the bottom and the bottom of a petticoat which I always see a flash of as if someone has walked all the way to the top of the stairs.

After a couple of weeks of not saying anything I finally confessed to the other half what I'd seen and he very matter of factly told me that he knew about 'them' already and although he'd never seen them, his ex had *shudder*

Anyway, one night about 4 months ago as I was going up the stairs to the bathroom and my head was level with the space in the ceiling I heard a sigh. Right in my ear. There was no one there apart from my boyfriend and his dog, and they were both sitting on the sofa downstairs. I nearly lost my footing and fell down them I was so scared! Needless to say, I was in and out of the bathroom and back down with my boyfriend and the dog pretty sharpish!

Again, I didn't say anything BUT about 4 days after that, my boyfriend was walking up the stairs and made me jump by squealing like a girl and stopping dead on the stairs. I said to him "A sigh right? Lady? Almost impatient? Like come the fuck on, I haven't got all day?".

He confirmed this.

Anyway fast forward another two months and he now has a lodger in his spare room and there hasn't been any weirdness since he moved in apart from just after. Again we were watching telly (we do actually have a life and leave the house occasionally, I promise) and just for a brief moment, I saw quite a short lady in a long dress with petticoats appear by his bookcase next to the telly then she sort of faded out and there's been no other weirdness since.
(GirlOfTheWorld, Wed 9 Jul 2008, 13:16, Reply)

Explain this!
news.bbc.co.uk/onthisday/hi/dates/stories/october/3/newsid_2486000/2486673.stm
( Muns, Wed 9 Jul 2008, 12:55, 1 reply)

Terrible I know
I knew a bloke who owned a brewery and he had a nasty accident
which resulted in him being castrated and his bits falling into the beer vat.
He never told anyone of it and, not wanting to lose money, bottled it up and sold it.
It was labelled as the Eunuchs pained ale.
(oneinthepink is at your cervix m'lady, Wed 9 Jul 2008, 12:42, Reply)

One cold dark night
I was stumbling from pub to pub, feeling all lonely and miserable and to be honest completely fucked on tennants and vodka. I'd lost my mates from being an arse that night and was generally in a terrible mood.

"I know!" exclaimed I to nobody in particular..

"I'll pull a bird! A Gorgeous one!. And I'll take a photo on my camera phone to prove to my mates that I'm not a complete bell-end!" (I am)

So snuffing a line of coke off the cistern in the Toilets of the current club, I purposely strut outside and find my target.

Oh she was gorgeous. As if everyone on the dance floor revolved around her and the bright white of her outfit radiated like a beacon in this dingy hole of a club.

So I went for the old "I'm just dancing here by chance beside you - OOPS did we just half-collide - OH LOOK I'm now dancing with you!" routine and she was loving my moves and grooves. I caressed the small of her back while ambling to the sound of Will.I.am feat. Cheryl Cole Heartbreaker.

Things went so well that once the lights came up and the bouncers ushered us out, it was no surprise that this mystery woman invited me back to hers for a few more lines and maybe some poppers if I got lucky.

I didn't care about paying for the taxi as I was so eagerously eager. We kissed in the taxi as I fondled the £4.25 in coins in my pocket. I fumbled the change towards the Croat driver and we leapt from the taxi and sped upstairs to get down to business.

We sat down close on the chez long and again started kissing. As my tongue caressed her gums I slipped off her dress and in the dimly lit ambience I finally got to see her luscious curves.

As she danced a sultry dance before my eyes completely nekkid I surrepticiosly began recording with my Samsung D900 that I recently acquired, hoping to catch this hymend harlot in full flow. As she turned round to face me again I quickly turned off the camera phone and, I won't go into too much detail about what happened next. Needless to say it involved 22 beautiful and lustful seconds, three and a half inches of pure carnal rage and 4 or 5 Somerfield simply value facial tissues.

Now hangovers hit me bad, so in the morning leaving my number behind as she slept, I carefully escaped lest she saw me in the ever attractive "dying" state.

So I got back to the flat where the lads were waiting. Thankfully they apologised to me for the previous nights laddish banter (spitting my drink/face, trapping my fingers between tables, stealing my money etc etc) which made me feel even better, as I was about to reveal the absolute STUNNER who I had henceforth made feel beautiful.

Whipping out my Samsung, I let them have it. And they huddled around to watch.

"OH MY FUCKING GOD" "HOLY SHIT" "rrrrrrRRRRRRRRRRRRR"

Were some of the things they cried. They turned pale and threw the phone back at me saying I just HAD to see exactly what I had "done".

Yes as the dancing beauty turned away from the camera, I caught a flash of something I hadn't noticed when there in person. What the fuck was that I just saw HANGING FROM HER ARSE.

Yes folks, it was at that point I realised I had become witness, to the Tail of the undressed-dame.



I suppose I didn't apologise for length so nor should she...
( whenanimalsattackhumans clad in global hypercolour, Wed 9 Jul 2008, 11:59, 1 reply)

I may as well get this out of me...
whilst I have no work on...

Same car as before - 5 of us crammed in, this time it was getting towards the autumn when 7pm is very much dusk, and 7.30pm is pitch black - I pressume October time.

Now, to set the scene. I was with a bunch of lads that weren't really prone to flights of fancy. We all enjoyed inbuement of various substances, but we were all level headed and well informed logical creatures of habit.

This time we had found a much closer parking spot and so one evening we were there, all sat in the car, merilly smoking away...

Now because this spot was closer we had in the past had issues with dog walkers getting a touch too close for comfort; far too keen to investigate a loan wobbling car sat in the corner of 'their field'.

We'd learnt that we needed to keep a low profile, so did so.

wavy lines...

So we're all sat there been there about 45 minutes when one of the lads in the front spots a green light at ground level...

Strange, most of the walkers had torches, but green - 'tis mightily strange! We all clocked this strange sight, when in a blink of an eye this green light comes careening across the two fields in front of us - straight toward the windscreen... heck oh heck were our words... panicking as it really was so hecking scary, the driver races to get the car started so we can get out of there... as he fumbles for the ignition the same thing happens again on ly I didnt see it travel all the way, and this time it was red... suddenly it was there... not large, not illuminating the car... and just as quickly gone...

the ignition was found, wind screen wipers were accidentally put on, reversing into done... never before has a group of blokes (young) been so scared... it brings the hairs on my neck right up... to this day, this and the black object from my previous post have been talked about... never once have we been able to logically explain how what or why...

it was truely truely sureal, I havent been able to explain it too well... it was that strange!!!

Length - about 4ft from the bonnet we think...
(feedingtimeatthezoo day 1 of his bikini diet started, Wed 9 Jul 2008, 11:41, 3 replies)

Picture the scene...
16 years old and first mate passes his test and gets a small car... oh the freedom - chuck him a quid each and away we can be for nigh on days...

So there we were, summer sun high in the blue sky with a pocket full of weed and a summer of high jinks ahead of us.

Living in a rural ish area may sound fabulous for finding a field and just bumming about - but unfortuantly most farmers hate long haired pot smokers so the choice was few and far between. But once we'd found this one patch it was ours for the summer.

3pm rolls along and we all gather to sit on our hill - ambling along we find our patch. Sitting down far across to the right side horizon I spot a small black object traveling in our direction - being blind as a bat to me this looked like a bird - but as I said days were long and we were in no rush to do anything, so sat there staring at it I did.

This object serenley gets closer and closer, the 4 lads with me all spot it.

Watching in absolute amazement we watch as this deeply deeply strange black object comes floating past - on a set trajectory, about 300 foot in the air across and above us.

Now, the only way to describe this object was complete black, no shading, and very 2 dimensional - the only thing I could say it looked like would be a black bin bag... but this was well within the rustling noise range, the wrong size, and moving on a set course...

we watched as it moved on by over some trees and off to the other horizon... and at this point it should be noted we hadn't smoked anything!!!
(feedingtimeatthezoo day 1 of his bikini diet started, Wed 9 Jul 2008, 11:25, Reply)

Yeah I once chopped a french rat and then killed an airplane
That was a tail of the "un" ex-plane. D.
( __, Wed 9 Jul 2008, 11:23, 3 replies)

The Dark Arts
The only supernatural experience I had was when I made a deal with Satan to become President

Love

George Bush
(mon bison powered by magnets, Wed 9 Jul 2008, 11:21, Reply)

The ghost and the Bacon
A friend of mine lived in a small country village called Edgmond, up until his early teens.

The house that they lived in had 4 stories + an attic, and was hundreds of years old.

All that space is enough to creep anyone out, especially a creaky old house that always made you feel..somebody is watching.

He was frequently on his own, as his mum and dad had split up etc. etc. He would often have to sort out his own dinner, anyway, he found on the kitchen table a pack of bacon. Strange?? I never got that out earlier? So he put it away and went about doing whatever the fuck it is teenage lads on their own do.. (oh yeah I remember, wank alot).

Next day, and there it was again..the pack of bacon, sat on the kitchen table.

The whole house was fitted with state of the art burglar alarms and sensors, so how the fuck can a pack of bacon jump out of a fridge and sit on a table 6 ft away?

Freaked out he called a mate over.. "See this bacon" he said.. "Watch what I am doing". His mate watched as he put it back in the fridge. They then set the alarms and went out.

Upon return, the alarms were still set, but, the bacon was sat on the kitchen table.

There was nobody in the house? Or was there ! Loading one of his fathers shotguns, the 2 teenagers nervously checked out every room, on every floor, all 4 floors until they came to the attic.

He had always had a gut feeling that the attic wasn't right somehow, and had been reluctant to even venture up to the 4th floor.. so after several games of rock, paper scissors, he bravely peered inside. His mind raced as he expected somebody to jump out from the shadows and grab him.. nothing, but darkness.

There was nobody in the house. Except for two terrified teenagers.

They never could explain the bacon.
(TheRiddler Hmmmmm... I concur., Wed 9 Jul 2008, 11:02, 3 replies)

Pretty Gutted
That I have absolutely no genuine experiences of my own to regale.

And I have a hankering for the supernatural as well. I'd like to think if I came face to face with a malevolant spirit that I would challenge it and possibly defeat it.
( whenanimalsattackhumans clad in global hypercolour, Wed 9 Jul 2008, 10:53, 5 replies)

Terror
Quite a number of years ago I was having a sneaky smoke outside my parents house as it was verboten to smoke inside, it was dark and all was quiet, I had a feeling something was watching me from the alleyway to the side of the house, it was pitch black, but I thought I'd have a look not being a tiny bloke and all, but I got close and started to feel weird, closer still and scared was I, as I got to almost the edge of the alley I had an episode of what can only be known as primal fear that almost voided my bowels and I had to run inside and lock the door. I checked the next day and nothing there and have never had it again, but whatever it was scared me so deeply, felt so evil that it cannot have been nothing. Still can't explain it and it hasn't happened since. Spooky.

Length - Not far enough it was proper scary.
( SQUID, Wed 9 Jul 2008, 10:45, 2 replies)