Hm.
On the whole, I'm sceptical about the paranormal, aliens, that sort of stuff. I tend to agree with people like Richard Dawkins and Derren Brown. Firstly, let me discount all the stuff which happened when you're six. When you are a kid you'll believe any old shit.

So you woke up at 3am? The exact same time your third cousin died... How many times do you wake in the middle of the night and nothing extraordinary happens at all? Folk misremember stuff all the time. I'm sorry, but it's true. So you worked yourself up into some state for one reason or another, be it a bit of drink or going along with 'the flow' and you get a bit freaked out by the Oujia board. Well that's a cocking surprise.

I've never seen a photograph of a UFO that hasn't been explained by either being a fake, a slightly blurry bird, or a chance glimpse of a test flight of a new plane. Sure, there are loads of stories... but they're just stories. Passed down from father to son, brother to brother. Myths. Somewhere down the line, someone is often telling porkies.

When I'm alone, somewhere symbolic (be it a secluded old Tudor house, or my Grandfather's old home) I can't help but feel another presence. I'm certain it's my mind playing tricks and my reasoning for this is because it feels so comforting that there is something else there. There isn't. Sorry, but there isn't. I know that isn't what this QOTW is about. Everyone wants something weird, so here it is.

I used to travel to work in Norwich and stay overnight in an old hotel. It was a somewhat lonely existence and I often took to the bottle of an evening (see above, re: drink).

Once night, I had a little too much and awoke unable to get any further sleep. The chap in the room directly above was snoring heavily, and it was all rather off putting. I shifted uncomfortably in my bed and accidentally kncoked the wall: taptap

I waited in silence for the inevitable annoyed groan of someone getting up groaning about being woken up and going to the loo. It didn't happen. Instead, they replied, taptaptap

This went on for a few hours. We built up a rudimentary system of communicating, none of it meaning very much at all, but it was a way to pass the hours. Taptap... Tap... Taptaptap... Taptap

It was only in the morning when I got up and went outside did I notice and remember that my room didn't adjoin any others on that side, but obviously over the years the building had been renovated and an adjacent room had been removed.

So was I talking with a ghost from many years previous, desperate to get in touch, or just the local tramp? You decide.
(Captain Skippy pooed in a bag and left it on your doorstep, Sun 6 Jul 2008, 20:30, 1 reply)

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Agrees on the first part.
Building make noises all the time, especially at night as it cools down. It's all about expansion and contraction, heating and cooling.
(oneinthepink is at your cervix m'lady, Mon 7 Jul 2008, 11:37, closed)