Ok so this is just plain strange...
As a few of you will know I come from a somewhat middle of nowhere small english village town with a huuuuuge history... there are supposed to be ghosts in all of the pubs, every road has its tale and the like - my favourite story is of the devil stone in the town church yard - its an old granite head stone with a saddle like dip in the center across the top.. apprantly it was sat on by the devil - others like to say that it was used to sharpen knives - other say that it was my grandads way of scaring me half to death on the way to the pub.

It's tales like this that I love, there is a sense of history of long passed down tales - but alas, never a glimpse of something weird have I seen relating to any of these old tales.

I have however had many an odd occurance.

Many many moons ago just a slip of a lad of 14 staying over at a friends house a converted farmers house one large house divided in the 60's to form 3 smaller properties.

The house always felt wrong, I atributed this to fact that the remodeling hadnt allowed for too many windows, the floors were all at odd levels - there were many steps here and there, but it was always warm and surrounded by fields for muchio mischief to be had.

At the foot of my mates bed on the floor in a sleeping bag we'd finally decided to shut up and go to sleep - literally seconds later a clattering noise occured - we for some reason held silence for a few seconds before he reached for light - upon which we discovered his collection of 10 or so metal dinky cars were scattered all over the place... It brings the hairs on my neck up just writting this... thw windows were brand new, the window sill on which they sat was wide and brand new - there were no cats or small animals... and we'd not been anywhere near them... we just sat there staring at them... never been able to give a logical answer to that.

There were other bangs and moans but really they could easilly be explained as the house moving, pipes etc etc...

Now - I am the sort of person that is relativly logical, but I love a mystery... and this certainly was.

In the family home (Victorian 3 story town house lovingly gutted of most of its intricate details in the 60's to be put back during the 90's) I grew up - the house never had a bad feeling, it was nice if drafty... and an ace place to grow up.

Nothing strange or unexplained ever happened - the seat of tranquility.

I was approaching that age of 16 one morning I had a very vivid dream - really really vivid, I dreamt of the bathroom mirror coming off the wall and lodging against the door. So vivid was this dream that I spoke of it to my best mate of the time on our way to school... infact I repeated it many times - it really stuck with me - it didnt fade as so many of my vivid dreams do...

It stuck with me, but I realised repeating it so often was boring, and teetering on the side of madness so I shut up about it... About 2 months later - my father first up and into the bathroom couldn't open the door - strange thought he... with a shove the mirror was indeed off the wall... in one piece... holding the door shut exactly as my dream...

Now to put this into context, this was a large mirror the likes of which you have in pubs... it was glued to the wall and over the marble effect counter into which the porceliene sink was set... so its fallen off the wall... bounced off a rock solid counter top, flipped in mid air to land on the opposite wall to pin shut the door... strange... very strange...

at the same sort of time I dreamt my mum fell down the stairs and hurt herself... this one happend quicker - a few days later she came home from work having tripped up the stairs and twisted her ankle... coincidence.. probably... but I remember that dream too and told the same mate...

Now this is getting long so I will cut to he chase with thisone plus I have written about it a few times... but just so everyone has the pleasure of sharing...

My folks upon retiremnt decided that the house was too large for just the two of them, and the occasional visitor, so down sized.

The sale went through quickly, and a move to a converted 17th century barn was done... beautiful little 2 bedroom house it was really nice... but it did have this strange forboding... not evil.. just that heavy sensation... anyway

over time eventually everything that wasnt in need was relgated to friends family and storage in the garage - everything that was needed found its allocated spot, as is the want of a slightly OCD mother. This included a pine rolling pin a wedding present.

Christmas time comes and the pin is required, the pin is nowhere to be found - I was accused of stealing it - my dad was accused of stealing it for some strange autoerotic pleasure. It was no where but we all agree that it had been in its place in the tall cupboard next to the pans since day one...

a few weeks go buy, the need for the rolling pin has risen so out one mother pops to buy a new one... it is brought home, its quality is significantly lower that of its missing 70's brother - but its place in the tall cupboard was secured - right next to the 70's pin that had suddenly appeared!!! de de deeeeeeeeeeern..

I'm here all night - and have more... flashing lights and UFO's in daylight
(feedingtimeatthezoo day 1 of his bikini diet started, Mon 7 Jul 2008, 14:16, Reply)