Tales of the Unexplained
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( , Thu 3 Jul 2008, 10:03)
Flying saucers. Big Cats. Men in Black. Satan walking the Earth. Derek Acorah, also walking the Earth...
Tell us your stories of the supernatural. WoooOOOooOO!
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( , Thu 3 Jul 2008, 10:03)
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Murderer/Roundhead/pub
When me and my brother were young, my Mum and Dad would try to get us interested in the history of our country so we could appreciate where we came from.
While on holiday in Cornwall (I think), we visited an old stately home and went on the guided tour. The tour reached the basement which had banks down from ground level to let in natural light in some rooms, and in others walls of rock from which the house was hewn.
I stopped to look at something in a glass case with Mum, while my brother and Dad went off with the tour out of earshot. As soon as I reached the doorway of the next room, I froze, seeing blood splattered on the walls and this incredibly intense dangerous feeling pushing me back. A voice in my head not my own threatened to kill me if I didn't run away. So of course, I burst out crying and legged it.
Turns out, a couple of hundred years ago, the Lord of the manor butchered his wife in that room. It's one of my earliest memories!
Other ghostly things have been - seeing an old couple in a car who magically disappeared, a weird shape in a cottage I used to live in, and best of all...
Alright, I was stoned, but walking back at 3am through the English Civil War village I used to live in, I heard a horse coming towards me. I thought that maybe my mate's mum who owned the stables had had a row with her dad and had gone for a ride. Looking down the road, I saw the horse's arse disappear into the shadows of the trees. I could still hear the hooves. But then I stopped and realised it must be going through parked cars.
When it emerged, it was transparent, and riding it was a Roundhead on horseback that faded as it approached the streetlight. At the same pace it would have passed me, an almighty shiver came over me.
Once again, I legged it.
Also, the pub I used to work in was haunted too. We all got used to him in the end and just said hello whenever he walked past.
( , Sun 6 Jul 2008, 17:29, Reply)
When me and my brother were young, my Mum and Dad would try to get us interested in the history of our country so we could appreciate where we came from.
While on holiday in Cornwall (I think), we visited an old stately home and went on the guided tour. The tour reached the basement which had banks down from ground level to let in natural light in some rooms, and in others walls of rock from which the house was hewn.
I stopped to look at something in a glass case with Mum, while my brother and Dad went off with the tour out of earshot. As soon as I reached the doorway of the next room, I froze, seeing blood splattered on the walls and this incredibly intense dangerous feeling pushing me back. A voice in my head not my own threatened to kill me if I didn't run away. So of course, I burst out crying and legged it.
Turns out, a couple of hundred years ago, the Lord of the manor butchered his wife in that room. It's one of my earliest memories!
Other ghostly things have been - seeing an old couple in a car who magically disappeared, a weird shape in a cottage I used to live in, and best of all...
Alright, I was stoned, but walking back at 3am through the English Civil War village I used to live in, I heard a horse coming towards me. I thought that maybe my mate's mum who owned the stables had had a row with her dad and had gone for a ride. Looking down the road, I saw the horse's arse disappear into the shadows of the trees. I could still hear the hooves. But then I stopped and realised it must be going through parked cars.
When it emerged, it was transparent, and riding it was a Roundhead on horseback that faded as it approached the streetlight. At the same pace it would have passed me, an almighty shiver came over me.
Once again, I legged it.
Also, the pub I used to work in was haunted too. We all got used to him in the end and just said hello whenever he walked past.
( , Sun 6 Jul 2008, 17:29, Reply)
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