Tales of the Unexplained
Same hospital, but not my mom this time but me.....
We had had new carpets fitted and you know with new carpet it bounces as it is walked on, well this happened but nobody was there. This happened a number of times, at different times of the day but always seen in the same area. Told by Mrs.Kite
(kitescreech still here, Thu 3 Jul 2008, 22:52, 2 replies)

Tales of the Unexplained
While working nights in a small country hospital, my Mom and the other nurse had just finished one of the rounds and they heard a massive noise, it sounded like it was in the hall outside of the ward near the kitchen, so thinking it was a patient they ran to the area to find the metal plate with the knives and forks from the dining room on the floor outside the locked kitchen. A patient count was done and all were in bed, so how did the metal plate end up outside the kitchen, if a patient had done it, why would they, and another thing is, that to get back to bed the was only one way and that was past the nurse left on the ward, and also they would have passed the nurses who ran to the noise. Told by Mrs. Kitescreech
(kitescreech still here, Thu 3 Jul 2008, 22:44, Reply)

haunted
Im certain my house is haunted. Its an old farm building that is at least 100 years old, if that has any relevance.
Anyway, I live alone with my dog, and we are isolated in the countryside so its quiet outside, no passing trafic, nothing.

Pretty often in the evenings maybe once or twice a week, I "see" things in various rooms. Its just flashes and movements in my peripheral vision, but it is NOT imagined. they are fleeting glimpses that last a fraction of a second, just shapes, lights and blurs, no forms to identify, but it gives me the creeps.
Every now and then too, ALL outside noise stops. like I said, there is no traffic or neighbours etc, but there is a constant natural background noise.... its hot here, so crickets chirp away, the odd night owl, there is a marsh nearby full of frogs that croak loudly, wind in the trees, the motors on the fridge and freezers in the kitchen, the fan on the pc...every now and then it just stops. Silence. Instantly, like lifting the needle off a record. DEAFENING silence, it really does feel as if there is a "weight" to it, its oppresive. It roars in my ears and it can be amost painfull. I never know what to do....put music on loud as hell or turn the lights out and hide.....hang on...turn the lights out????fuck that. When this happens, the Fear hits me. RUN my brain screams, but im too logical, too stubborn and I dont, I continue walking to whichever room I was going to at my normal pace, but I really have to hold myelf from breaking into a sprint...heart racing, stomach knotted, im terrified, but i have no idea why. I dont know where I would run to, or what I would do when I got there, but a large part of my brain reckons i need to get a bloody move on.

Then there is my dog. She is a coward at the best of times. I have a new kitten, which she is scared of, she is very timid and scared of anything. Its not unusual for her to jump out of her bed and stare intently at nothing at all, hackles up, then she will suddenly make a break for it, run to me and hide behind my legs. This does not reassure me.

The house comes as part of my employment deal here, and I cant leave till october at the earliest. Thing is.... during the day or if there are others here at night, its a fantastic, beautifull place. I cant decide if im just going a little hermit-style mental, or if there is any grounds to my night fears.

Sorry, there is no pun or punchline here :(
(dave likes cheese, Thu 3 Jul 2008, 22:33, 6 replies)

Tales of the Unexplained
While working nights in a small country hospital, my Mom and another nurse were on their break, and they used to have a sleep in one of the rooms upstairs. As the phone rang to tell them they had 10 mins left of their break , so as they got ready to return to work both of them said that they had had a terrible sleep, so without telling each other about it, they decided to on seperate sheets of paper to write why they had had a bad sleep, when they swapped the papers over both had written the same dream and account of what happened word for word down, and to this day both swear this happened, and it still spooks them out as the dream was nothing to do with work, or something that had happened on the news. Told by Mrs. Kitescreech
(kitescreech still here, Thu 3 Jul 2008, 22:26, Reply)

Spooky Be-bop recording session
I don't believe in God or ghosts....
BUT....
Recording session in the 1980's on a 4 track Portastudio.
We were recording a Charlie Parker tune called Billie's Bounce.
Track 1) Simmons Drum kit. Those hexagonal things popular in the 80's.
Track 2) Bass guitar.
Track 3) Rhythm guitar.

Before recording the final track we rewound the tape and turned up the speakers to listen to the song as it was recorded so far.

We looked at each other in total terror.
We both heard the same thing, at the same time.

There was someone singing on the track.

We hadn't recorded any singing. It was a gruff male voice singing scat style (Doobdoobie dobie dooo wop dayyyy! like on the Fast Show Jazz club sketch)
It was in tune, in time and it even sounded good.
We checked the recording the next day and it was gone.
Scared us shitless.
(Shashi, Thu 3 Jul 2008, 22:22, 3 replies)

The Keyfob
Attached to the key in my bedroom door is one of those metal bottle openers you can get in Christmas crackers. All the windows can be closed in the house, it can be left for hours, but it never stops moving in a gentle rocking and spinning motion...
(Grobie, Thu 3 Jul 2008, 22:14, 3 replies)

Get your cards right :D
When i was at college i was notorious for cheating at cards, mainly because it was too easy and because i had a knack for sleight of hand, at one point i wasn't allowed to touch the deck and someone else held my cards for me...
anyway fast forward to new years eve a few years back at uni, we were all playing poker and i was winning...by pure fluke i must add, when my friend turned to me and said "bah you're cheating, i bet you're counting cards or something, what cards are in my hand?"...so i figured what the hell and said the first three cards that came to mind...he slammed them on the table and said "thats it i'm not playing with you again" :D hehe i got them all right :D
(AngelusDomini, Thu 3 Jul 2008, 22:03, Reply)

Mysterious figure
When i was a young'un i used to see some wierd stuff, mainly 'ghost'-like figures wandering about, in the house and out, but as i grew older i started ignoring them, convincing myself they were just in my imagination, as people told me.
Anyway one night i was walking down the stairs, my dad walking behind me when out of the corner of my eye i saw a bloke/woman in a hooded gown walk straight across the landing into the bathroom, i just thought it was my crazy imagination again until my dad turned around and went to see who it was, there was no-one there, he'd seen it too! so it wasn't my imagination afterall...made me wonder how much of what i'd seen before that wasn't actually my imagination too...
(AngelusDomini, Thu 3 Jul 2008, 21:53, 2 replies)

ABDUCTED BY ALIENS? Me?
_{Apologies, someone's probably done this one on an earlier page and I've missed it, but just in case...}

I am starting to believe I'm a prime target for some sort of alien abduction programme. There have been several evenings where I have gone out with some friends, and found, the following morning, a huge gap in my memory. What the hell happened to me between 11 o'clock that night and 10 the following morning? Where was I? And how did I get all the way back from Hammersmith to Elephant & Castle with NO MEMORY OF ANY JOURNEY?

Spooky, isn't it? I can only presume that I was picked up by aliens who ran tests on my unconscious body, and the splitting headache is entirely due to the tests they ran of my brain and has nothing to do with any alcohol I may have consumed in that evening.
(LongJohnBaldry, Thu 3 Jul 2008, 21:44, 4 replies)

I once saw
my inflatable football chair floating above my bed when I woke up one night. Noone ever believes me though.

:(
(iwantacone, Thu 3 Jul 2008, 21:44, 1 reply)

House Spirits
Now I have a fairly open attitude about stuff like this, but heres one thing that works. Cant remeber where I read it.

You know sometimes you lose something in the house and you KNOW where you left it? The house spirits may have taken it. If you stand at the bottom of the stairs and speak loudly/shout up-stairs, asking politely for the spirits to return whatever is missing, in a few days it will re-appear. In a really odd place where you have looked loadsa times.

Honestly, I know this sounds bollox but it works.
(kitescreech still here, Thu 3 Jul 2008, 21:43, 6 replies)

In the Boat House in Cambridge
I was going through a phase of lighting my farts.

Normally the pressure in my lower abdomen if lit when expelled would produce a satisfying POP and a small but amusing little flame.

On this occasion the feeling in my colon was gargantuan. I pushed it and struck my zippo into life.

My noxious release was lit, and I was rewarded with a sheet of blue flame which licked over the edge of the chair on which I sat and poured down onto the floor.

All eyes in the bar were suddenly on me. Explain that then, how was one guy lighting his farts in public so bloody interesting????
(Vic Flange, Thu 3 Jul 2008, 21:27, Reply)

Ghosts you say, explain this one........
I've already done my excellently spooky story, but then I remembered this.....

www.youtube.com/watch?v=qshBL78Wmf0

Spooky eh ? Sleep well.
(ISignedUpToTalkShit but that was another QOTW, Thu 3 Jul 2008, 21:21, 2 replies)

I freeked an Ex out once.
Many moons ago, I was dating a lass who was living in a student house with three/four other people.

We where watching TV when I turned to her and said "The phones going to ring for you".

Being a sensible lady, she looked at me and said "Yah, right"

Within ten seconds the phone rang, she dropped her jaw and said "How the fuck did you know that?"
I said I didn't know but she should answer it.

When she came back she said it was her mum and then called me freeky.

To this day I don't know why I felt so sure it would ring and be for her.

Shame it never happens for the lottery though!
(shadders, Thu 3 Jul 2008, 20:48, Reply)

The White Lady
When I was a college I earned a few extra quid working in the kitchen of a posh hotel. It was your typical Scottish Baronial pile converted (badly) into a hotel. As a result the kitchen was effectively in a dungeon and was not really suited to the purpose. There were of course the usual stories of ‘the white lady’ and all that crap – I assumed it was for the tourists but nobody really enjoyed locking up at night especially the store room at the back (to be honest it gave me the heebie-jeebies).

So there we were in our little kitchen dungeon. It was cramped and hot but most of the guys were pretty decent and just got on with things.
All except Geneveive that is. Geneveive was the French Sous Chef. A more detestable arrogant greasy little garlic smuggler you could not meet. Paper-thin with a little rat face and beady eyes, she was know to everyone simply as ‘The Mouse’.

For all her bluster she wasn’t even all that much of a cook but the Head Chef would hear no evil when it came to her – she had basically got the job by shagging him – devious little whore was her true talent it would seem.

Like many in kitchens we got through the heavy shifts with some chemical enhancement – in every kitchen there is a part time dealer, ours was Terry (not his real name but in his whites he looked like the chef from Faulty Towers which we all thought was rather apt) whatever you wanted, whiz, coke, e’s – Terry was the man with the plan. Geneveive had none of this though – body was a temple strictly no chemicals.

Things plodded along reasonably well until the little garlic infused tart coerced the Chef into hiring her bloody cousin too – an identikit skinny little torturer of snails and frogs alike. So now we had not a mouse but mice. As much as they looked alike we were all a little suspicious of the relationship with this supposed relative but didn’t lose any sleep over it. She was also a little French tart and seemed to be banging the Head Chef as well

Geniveves signature dish was this woodland mushroom and ‘erb’ soup. She made a huge deal about ‘only zee finest organic natural ingredients’ so we were often made to eat this when we had turnabout to cook for the kitchen crew.

One night Terry had a great plan – "fuck the pair of them lets spike her precious bloody soup" he said and immediately banged in a liberal dose of his finest MDMA.

So we all had the soup and waited to see a reaction from ‘The Mice’ – sadly nothing not a Toulouse sausage. Major disappointment really – but we all got a nice little buzz.

At the end of the shift I had to lock up. As I headed to the creepy storeroom I heard this tapping, scraping noise “nothing to worry about Spimf old boy – no such thing as ghosts”

I didn’t feel any braver though when I tentatively opened the door to the gloomy dank store room and heard an unearthly low moaning noise – I flicked the light on and nearly shat myself on the spot. A total Blair Witch moment... there in the corner among the bags of onions and whatnot i witnessed truly horrific sight - Geniveve and ‘her cousin’ stripped naked, chewing the face of each other with Geniveve ramming a huge parsnip up ‘her cousins’ snatch, banging away at it like a belt-fed mortar.

So it wasn’t the bloody ‘white lady’ I had heard, it was in fact Mice whore e’s of the soup ‘per naturalle’
( spimf ™ is whoever you want him to be, Thu 3 Jul 2008, 20:28, 1 reply)

Ghosts in Dallas
When I lived in Dallas Texas I was in a fabulous old apartment building that was built in the 1920’s. The apartment had lovely high ceilings, great old features, and it was in a really good location for bars and restaurants. I loved it and really enjoyed living there. After 3 years I decided to leave Dallas (for obvious reasons). About 6 months before I moved things started to drop off shelves onto the floor around 2-3am. It would freak me out, making me turn on the lights and look around. This happened so frequently I had to tell friends about it. They thought I was crazy.

The day came to leave. The furniture was removed and ready for shipment to the new address. All that was left were a few boxes stacked up in the middle of the lounge. I had to travel for the new job, so I left a key with a friend and was away for a week. I was to come back to take care of the extra boxes and turn keys over to management.

When I came back my downstairs neighbour (who I didn’t know very well) came knocking on my door asking about what was going on in my apartment. He told me it sounded like furniture moving and people walking around – which he heard about 3am for a few nights I was away. I asked my friend with the key if she was in the apartment at all, and she said no. I had the lock to the door changed a year ago and never gave a key to the apartment manager, so my friend had the only key.

ooooOOOOOooooo. Totally true. I think the previous occupant (deceased) didn’t want me to move.
(potted plant, Thu 3 Jul 2008, 20:27, Reply)

Antietam National Battlefield
Sorry in advance for the length, but it's worth it, at least I think it is:

Sharpsburg, Maryland. September 17,1862

Federal and Confederate forces clash at a sleep town in western Maryland as Robert E Lee takes the fight to the North.

So, four years ago, I am working on a PBS project (television docudrama on) on the French and Indian War. WAY WAY out in Western Pennsylvania. I am driving home after a weekend out there and my air conditioning in my truck fails. It is something like 96 degrees outside with near 70% humidity. MISERABLE day. AND I have a 165 lb English Mastiff in the truck with panting like Gary Glitter at a pre-school graduation ceremony.

Goose the dog is probably THE easiest going animal on the planet. On the set we were coming from a black bear strode into the clearing where we were building a full-sized French and Indian war fort and Goose just sat there staring at it. It was about 50 yds away and he never barked or growled, he just checked it out. When it turned and trotted back into the woods, he layed back down and went to sleep. THE easy goingest dog alive.

So he was terrifically hot so I decided to stop at the next stop/exit and get him some water.

The next stop: Sharpsburg. Site of the single bloodiest day in American history. Over 23,000 casualties in one single day of battle.

There is a creek that runs through the battlefield and it is called Antietam Creek...so, being the frugal git that I am I figure: Hey, the dog doesnt need bottled water, the water from that Creek will do!

So we drive through the abandoned park (it was too hot, even for historian types) to the site of some of the nastiest fighting of the day, Burnside Bridge. We walk from the Confederate side to the Yankee or Union side and Goose (the dogs name) goes down to the water to drink. He takes a couple laps of water and then his head snaps up looking over at the Confederate side of the bridge and starts going absolutely BALLISTIC! Hair on his neck standing up, head ducked in the Mastiff attack stance and growling, hissing and straining at the leash...looking intensely at the far side of the creek...the Confederate side. There is not one single solitary soul there. NOONE. The park is as empty as the condom dispenser in Elton John's guest bedroom.

Goose is literally going nuts. I am thinking: "Great, my air conditioning not working has just baked my dogs brain and he is losing it right in front of me!"

He stops just as suddenly as he started (about 30 seconds of that behaviour) and then drops his snout into the water and starts lapping away again as if nothing happened.

About 10 laps of water later, it all starts up again. And he is looking at the EXACT same spot he was looking at before. Only breaking that staring contest with NOTHING long enough to glance down at the river/creek bank where it was as if something were hitting the ground near him. Then he would return to the hideous 'hound of hell' growl/screech/whatever the hell it was.

I was TERRIFIED!

He's 165 lbs...only about 25 lbs lighter than me!

So I pull on his leash and get him back up the river bank and the whole time, he is walking towards me but looking over his shoulder, growling at whatever he was seeing.

I get him into the truck and guess what? The air conditioning starts working. We drive to the visitors center and I approach the desk where the Park Ranger is sat. I relate the story to him and all the while, he has this knowing smile on his face.

His comment after I was done?

"Um, yeah...well Mr. Citadel, your Dog and you were at the spot at the precise time of day the fiercest piece of the attack on Burnside Bridge happened. Your dog was, in my opinion, seeing the Georgian troops of Toomb's command firing on the opposing Union forces. This happens about once a week when someone will walk their dog down there. For some reason, ocasionally little children will see it too, but I've only talked to pet owners. Your dog was seeing ghosts."

I have been back twice since. Once about 2 hours before the battle began at that spot and Goose was a spry, happy dog. The second time, we went back about 20 minutes before the attack began and Goose was acting very odd. About 20 minutes AFTER the battle was supposed to have started, he started the entire sequence up again but with less anger..see, he was already getting used to seeing those Confederate shooting at him.

The above story is 100% true.

Cheers,

Citadel
( Citadel Because the world needs less morons, Thu 3 Jul 2008, 20:26, 6 replies)

Women.


Well I certainly cant explain them.
(Alexander The Great, Thu 3 Jul 2008, 20:25, 6 replies)

Not supernatural, but very much on topic...
My mum told me about something that happened to a mate of hers on his way home from a drinking session.
The man in question was about 6ft tall but incredibly lanky, with platinum blonde hair and pale skin and of the Gothic/Punk persuasion. He probably looked quite menacing to some people but he was the absolute definition of the 'gentle giant'.
So anyway, he's on his way home when he spots a large group of pissed-up young chavs and chavettes coming down the street towards him. Our protagonist starts shitting bricks at this point thinking he's going to get the crap beat out of him. Just as all hope seems lost he hops over the nearest wall which puts him bang in the middle of a graveyard. He decides to hide here behind the graves 'til the group has passed. Only they don't. They stop and hang out at the wall he's just hopped over. So he's sitting there, mulling over his options when he decides to have a peak and see if he can get around. He pops his head over the grave only to see one of the chavettes looking right at him.

Lets take a moment to review the situation. Pale, skinny man in a graveyard peering out from behind a gravestone.

The chavette starts screaming in primal fear at the rest of the group to turn around to see the ghost but he's already ducked back down. "Fuck" he thinks and decides to just wait it out.
After a while the sounds of the pissed-up group have long passed and he decides it's time to leave. Up he gets, only the group hasn't left and the SAME GIRL is once again staring right at him and once again screams at the top of her lungs. Luckily the group got freaked out enough to leave and our pale hero made it home safely, if not at least shaken up...

Not so much experiencing the unexplained as becoming the unexplained.
(Badgers wear Corpsepaint it's true, I've seen them..., Thu 3 Jul 2008, 20:25, Reply)

Very rarely I seem to dream things..
that happen. It's all useless though.

For instance, once I dreamed that during a conversation with my brother I would turn around and he would throw his socks at me. So when I found myself one day turning around and thinking, this seems familiar, I shouted at him. Lo and behold he dropped a pair of his balled up socks on the floor.

Saved from the wrath of my brother's socks! Hoorah!
( vix0r was not Matthew on, Thu 3 Jul 2008, 20:17, 1 reply)

I really am not
a great fan of the 'paranormal' ....Put up or shut the fuck up I say.

en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_prizes_for_evidence_of_the_paranormal
( Ring Of Fire A petty, drooling belming butthurt retard., Thu 3 Jul 2008, 20:09, 2 replies)

Apparently, being a bit spooky's hereditary.
Seems to be in my family anyway.

My brother was once playing that game young sproggies play when bored on motorway journeys: "shoot the car". This, naturally, involves making a pretend gun out of fingers, aiming them at passing vehicles and making appropriate "boom", "kapow" and (for some odd reason) "Pfffft" noises. Aged about 8, we were coming home down the M6 and Jamie was playing his game. He aimed at a rather nice Jag, pulled back the trigger and let off a "Boom!"

The car's engine promptly exploded in a cloud of smoke. He hasn't played that game since.

My dad once got a really strong sense of deja vu during a conversation with his flatmates at uni (so I'm told, being nay even a twinkle in his eye at that point). He asked his mates to stop talking, scribbled feverishly on a ppiece of paper for a couple of minutes, then the conversation resumed. He'd written down the rest of the conversation verbatim.

My Grandad once had a dream about a red car crashing and saw it the next day. Apparently his mum was a crystal-ball-type proper psychic, so if it exists, it seems to be hereditary!

Sadly, it seems to pass on the male side, as I can't even dress appropriately for the weather when I've checked the forecast. Bugger.
(Holloway_Girl To err is to be human, to be a fool is to believe, Thu 3 Jul 2008, 19:51, 1 reply)

Somewhat specialist psychic skills
Many many years ago when I had a thoroughly crap job the highlight of our day was Countdown on the tellies we sold.

One day the conundrum comes on, the first letter was an S, and for a laugh I shouted "Shitfaced!" No reason, just the first nine letter word that sprang to mind.

But then (in no particular order).....

"Consonant please Carol"

"H"

"Consonant please Carol"

"C"

"Vowel please Carol"

"E"

Consonant please Carol"

By now we were just wondering.....

"T"

Vowel please Carol"

"A"

"Vowel please Carol"

"I"

"Consonant please Carol"

"F"

"Consonant please Carol"

We were on tenterhooks!

And.......

Cock! Can't remember what it was, obviously not an D, nor did I work out the odds of even getting that far, but I looked like a Letter-God for a brief few moments and even my twat of a boss smiled briefly.

Length? 9 letters, same as always.
(tinypod will never learn. Ever., Thu 3 Jul 2008, 19:26, 1 reply)

Magical Music Box
A number of years ago my fiancee was diagnosed with terminal colon cancer. While many women may have run away, I bravely stayed by his side and cared for him through surgeries and experimental treatments, learned to sleep in uncomfortable hospital chairs, and comforted him through his last days. He died at his home one night in April. I waited late into the night with his parents for the funeral company to arrive. When they arrived, I had some trouble moving his cat, Miss Kitty, from the bed. She had curled up on his withered legs and refused to move. When they had finally removed his body from the house, I lingered for a few moments with Mom and Dad before heading home exhausted.

I don't remember the drive home. It was well after midnight and I hadn't slept for more than an hour at a time for the past several weeks.

I walked into my dark house and closed the door behind me just as the music box played. He had given it to me years before for my birthday. It's not really a box at all, but a ceramic figurine of Belle and the Beast. As the music plays the theme song from the film, Belle spins, dancing. The music box played a full round and stopped. This may not seem unusual, the jarring of the door could have triggered the music mechanism to turn. However, I have always made a point to keep it unwound with the switch turned off. I moved to inspect the figurine after it played and it was as I'd left it, unwound and turned off.

The music box (that isn't really a box) played on a few other occasions after that April night: my birthday and an evening in August. I learned several days after the August event that his sister had died the day it played.

I still have that music box. I still keep it unwound and turned off wondering if it will every play on its own again.
(Boxer_Babee, Thu 3 Jul 2008, 19:26, Reply)

Modern technology? Pah!
Back in the 80s, we had just become the first family in our street to buy a video recorder. Oh how we marvelled at being able to record - and play back - any of the four channels then available to us. What joy as we joined the "Video Library" and could rent out such classics as "Escape to Victory" and "Convoy".

The following week, my gran's house was being re-wired by the council. To avoid her living in a pig sty for a few days, dad brought her to our house to stay. None of us could stand the mean old bag, but that's another story ..

She was given my room (there being insufficient time to hire a JCB to clear my brother's room) and I was to sleep on the couch. The first night, I was settling down to sleep, just dozing off nicely, when there's a "click" and a "whirr" from the corner of the room. I leapt from the couch vertically, and may have made a slight squeaking noise. Oh, okay, I screamed like the girly I was (and can still be if required).

Dad had set the video to record some late-night snooker, and hadn't thought to tell me. Thanks Dad. Even better, he'd heard my scream and remarked to Mum, "Wonder what scared her this time?" but didn't come downstairs to check.
(TheWeeWitch hasn't been here much recently .., Thu 3 Jul 2008, 19:16, Reply)

I just had to post this
Now, this isn't my own work - I'm simply reposting someone else's post in full, and I take no credit for it whatsoever. Please do not *click* I Like This - that would be unfair.

I simply had to share this - this is the funniest post I have ever read on QOTW. And no, it's not frankspencer, Legless, Pooflake, Humpty, Che or any other fine, current B3tans. It's by a poster most of you will never have heard of, called ruud316, profile here: www.b3ta.com/users/profile.php?id=45024 I don't think he's posted here for months, which is a crying shame. It's a post from the 'Messing With The Dark Side' QOTW, and is a work of comedy genius.

Behold:


"German Helmet.
Cammelfanny

''the thirteenth devil woooooo!
We did a Wonggy (how the fuck do you spell it?) board in our shed, there we're 8 of us. 1984 I think?''

1983 you silly cow! And there was a Devil! I kicked him in the nuts! If you hadn't have run off you would of seen him. (really! Kids!)

Any way my story.

We went to France to vistit the somme with my Mum and Dad and 1 of my brothers. Because it was something my Mum always wanted to do, plus I found it very interesting as well.

Any way we toured round the battle field and came to a place called Delvil or Devils Wood as the South African soldiers called it. There was only one original tree still left which had been shelled to shit! Any way my Mum said she found it scary as it was getting dark, and there was a funny feeling in the air. Probably the curry I had for lunch.

Any way I bought an WWI German helmet that had been dug up, it had a bullet hole in it. My Mum then Refused to dust my room from then on saying the helmet was haunted by the poor sod who had his brains blown out, in it.

One night I had a vision of shadow on my floor of a German soldier, to be honest I have no idea if it was a dream (probably!) But in the morning I sat with it on me knee and explained to it (twat!) that I was just looking after the helmet and it's owner didn't need it any more.

The next night I had a vision or dream of this shadow waving good bye to me, and I haven't seen it since.

OOOOOOKA SPOOKA! Wooooooooooooooooo!"

Every time I read that, I giggle like a loon. Utterly brilliant.

Again, I take no credit for this post - I simply had to share it.
(Pavlov's Frog figures no-one really reads sigs anyway, Thu 3 Jul 2008, 19:12, 2 replies)

It was a dark evening
My friends and I were sitting in a quiet, possibly haunted (but probably not), country pub playing poker. All of a sudden one of them loudly said "ASBESTOS!". Two seconds later, someone on TV said "asbestos" in the middle of a sentence. To be fair, it was a programme about redecorating houses.
(Cuthbert Annihilator, Thu 3 Jul 2008, 18:53, Reply)

Back in the mid seventies...
my family lived in a house close to where my Dad lives now. My Mum told us they would often hear nosies coming from upstairs. One evening when my Dad & my brothers and sister (not sure if I was born at this point?) were out, my Mum was sitting in the living room when she heard what sounded like someone moving around in the room above. Being the level headed sort, she decided she would go check it out.
Now at the bottom of the stairs we had one of those old storage type heaters, which had been on & was warm & giving that heat rises this meant that it was always warm as you climbed the stairs. However, as my mum got closer to the top, the air was getting colder & colder. At this point she bottled it, fled downstairs and had to wait out in the porch until my Dad came home before she would go back in the house.

Also, about 10 years ago when my neice was very young, she told my sister that she'd seen an old man sitting on the end of her bed, but that she wasn't scared as it was a friendly old man. Kids are always coming out with that sort of thing, but my sister was convinced it was our Grampa. (Mind you, she would, she loves this sort of thing?!)
(Pedro-a-Go-Go, Thu 3 Jul 2008, 18:48, Reply)

When my brother and I were kids
our dad was driving us home from a day out in the countryside. We'd had an army-style picnic, built a 'den' out of bits of the scenery, started small fires with sticks, splashed in the stream etc... it was a proper Boy's Own adventure day.

After the sun went down, we reluctantly packed our gear into the car and began the drive home. About ten minutes into the drive, with the darkness now fully upon us and the headlights of our Skoda Rapide set on 'a bit brighter', my dad suddenly noticed something in the sky. It was just outside his natural field of vision but he yelped and shouted to us both "There's a Yoo-Fo!" .... "A BLOODY YOO-FO!".

He meant a UFO.

My brother and I were five and eight years old respectively, so this was the most exciting news we'd ever heard. Rather than slow down and stop though, he kept driving, one hand on the wheel, the other balanced on the driver side window as he craned his neck to get a better look. He didn't want to risk missing MacGyver so there was no time to stop the car.

As we careened around one bend after another, our father barely in control of the vehicle, the UFO came dramatically into full view at the side of the car.

It was the fucking moon.

Come to think of it, this would have qualified for last week's QOTW too.
( chart cat has an itch, Thu 3 Jul 2008, 18:40, 3 replies)