When I was 8...
I attended my cousin's wedding reception in a big old castle in County Durham. It was late, I was probably tired. To get to the toilets you had to leave the ballroom, go down a flight of stone stairs and the toilets were situated on a sort of stone corridor with busts and suits of armour etc. I went to the toilet, came back and as I walked back up the stairs I saw a spectral blue and white figure come out of the wall at me. I found out later that the castle has a reputation for being haunted by "a blue lady". I screamed and it's now one of everyone's overriding memories of the wedding on those rare occasions the family can ever stomach being in a room together (i.e. 70th birthdays, funerals).

Now I've written it down, I realise what I've just written is a big pile of wank that actually looks like it was written by a 9 yr old rather than someone approaching their mid twenties. But I've posted it anyway because backspace is for losers and I'm bored.
(Monsieur Mangetout confuses dreams and reality just like Dougal on, Thu 3 Jul 2008, 12:28, Reply)