You're Gonna DIE.....
After years of lurking, he makes his first post, and this is a fucking sPoOkY one.

About 20 years ago on the long boring summer evenings before we discovered alcohol, myself and a few mates started dabbling in the odd Ouija board. Nothing special, home made out of pieces of paper, A-Z, 0-9, and fours squares saying Yes/No/Bad/Good.

Stick with me here coz this one gets good.

We would kick these off by saying "Spirit of the air, is there anybody there", usually having these sessions at a weekend when my parents or my next door neighbours parents were out.

Anyway, to cut to the chase - these ALWAYS worked, though I was 100% sure that it was one of my mates doing the pushing. We must have done this about 5 times before the shit hit the fan, or in my mind, it finally *REALLY* did work and no one in the circle did any pushing.

We were in the next door neighbours house and we asked the "spirit" a few questions. One of these was my GCSE results. It gave 9 answers moving from B to A. After this, one of my mates asked when I would die which I was NONE too pleased about. The glass moved to 4 letters SAXM or something, we worked out it meant Xmas. It then spelt out the word holiday.

Stick with me.

Holiday, Christmas, myself and my family traditionally NEVER have a holiday as such at Xmas so I was confused. Things started going wrong now, the glass was moving in a fashion that I can only describe as angry. At this stage I pushed as hard as I could on the glass tumbler to stop it moving, still hoping that it was one of my mates pushing it. It kept moving. We we all looking at each other pretty much in disbelief, and we all decided to take our hands off the glass. As we did this the glass lifted about 3 inches from the table as slammed back down. A few things happened next including crying, us chanting spirit get out of this glass and the decision was made to break the glass. We wrapped this in a plastic bag and attempted to smash this around the back of the house. Even full force against a pebbledash wall would not break it. Panic really set in at this stage. There was some rough ground about 200 yards from the house, we ran for that, and threw the glass into that area, and ran back to the house. For the remainder of the night we panicked, prayed (yes prayed!), and *nearly* told our parents.

Anyway, a week later I get my GCSE results. Predicted exactly.

A month later my family received the news from a local newspaper that we had won a holiday in Florida, at (you guessed it), Xmas. The next 5 months I had much discussion with my mates and people at school about this but I decided that I couldn't own up, and I should just get on with it. We were scheduled to fly out on December 21st and return 8th January. Back in those days to get from Belfast to Florida was Belfast, Heathrow, JFK, Orlando.

We're nearly at the "fuck me, no way" part.....

A week before we departed we got the news of an alteration to our holiday plans - we were now departing on 22nd December, coming back 9th January. Nothing really to be concerned about.

I distinctly remember watching the TV the night before we left, the day we were REALLY due to leave. The newsflash came over the telly about the Lockerbie PanAm 103 crash. The flight from LHR to JFK. The original flight we were supposed to be on. Spine chillin eh ?

We got the flight the next day though security was hellish, and the holiday was great. On the 8th January we were watching the TV in Florida, the day before we left. I watched in horror as I saw the news of the British Midland crash at Kegworth, the flight from LHR to BFS, again, the flight that we were booked on.

Could I make a story like this up ?

I'm sure my dear old mum still has the ticket stubs somewhere from 20 years ago.

Apologies for the length. It could have been much longer though, I haven't even told you about the spirit that was left in the house.
(ISignedUpToTalkShit but that was another QOTW, Thu 3 Jul 2008, 14:12, 8 replies)

I think we have a winner
Whether it's real or not....

Great story...gave me goosebumps.
( chickenlady b3ta's very own Elizabeth Taylor, Thu 3 Jul 2008, 14:21, closed)

FTW
Surely? *click*
( Boss Keloid Got your mother's maiden name tattooed on my arm, Thu 3 Jul 2008, 14:23, closed)

*click*
*Hurriedly reassures self that there's no such thing as ghosts...there's no such thing as ghosts...whilst looking nervously round the room*
(The Empress it seems you CAN polish a turd!, Thu 3 Jul 2008, 14:29, closed)

@ Bob
Have you checked out the Youtube video of the ghost in the car commercial that someone has posted?

If you're worried about ghosts....DON'T watch it.

Terrified me.
( chickenlady b3ta's very own Elizabeth Taylor, Thu 3 Jul 2008, 14:34, closed)

In a pattern I think I'll be following a lot this week,
fuck me that's creepy. *goes back to fluffeh tiem after clicking*
( Maladicta, Thu 3 Jul 2008, 16:07, closed)

I sincerely hope
You didn't sign up just to talk shit. Wicked story. Shirley, you've seen 'Final Destination'? Your time will come...
*click*
(w4I4q1O1 was hard at work on, Thu 3 Jul 2008, 17:26, closed)

How spooky.
The "spirit" predicted something, and it didn't happen. Wooooooooo...
(Rotten_Cointreau is a proper scientician, Fri 4 Jul 2008, 14:40, closed)

I did sign up to talk shit....
But that was another QOTW, spooky eh ?
(ISignedUpToTalkShit but that was another QOTW, Fri 4 Jul 2008, 15:45, closed)