ghosts in west london
many, many, many moons ago, i used to go out with a guy who's rented house was in line with the end of the north runway at Heathrow, where we both worked.

Apart from the flight noise it was a fairly standard rental house for the West London / Cranford area (i.e. bad decor and smelt of curry), with one exception - we were not alone...

My ex (and the mates he rented with) were convinced something else was present in the house, and i can't deny there was strong evidence - doors mysteriously unlocked on previously secured cars; the sound of footsteps upstairs / running down the stairs and the front door opening and closing when no-one else was home; the blurred shape that would pass the glass door to the kitchen only for investigation to prove no-one was there - and the list goes on.

We were 19 and we were crapping ourselves, especially when, without prompting, a random conversation with one of the blokes in the 747 hangar at work about where we were living, ended in the comment "oh, no 42, i used to live opposite that house, it's haunted"

I stayed in that house numerous times and never felt the presence (whatever it was) was malicious, I do suspect it had a rather sick sense of humour...

For not long after i split up with the boyfriend, he and his housemates spent an evening watching the exorcist. Ex-boyf headed to bed while his friends decided that considering his well known paranoia about the house-ghost it would be rather fun to record a spooky tape and play it back outside his room to freak him out.

There followed much amusement while they recorded themselves making suitable exorcist type noises. Having had far too much vodka and giggling inanely at their plan, they then listened to their recorded tape to enjoy their work before inflicting it upon the sleeping scotsman.

Just one problem... for on playing the tape back there was an added soundtrack - the sound of repeated, frantic knocking, getting louder and louder - knocking that hadn't been there when they made it...

So, to cut a long story short, five large blokes ended up spending the night huddled together awake and in fear in the living room while the ex-fuckwit slept un-dsturbed in his bed.

ghosts have no sense of justice
(copygir1, Wed 9 Jul 2008, 21:39, 3 replies)

Same here
I used to live my best mate and my cousin and we lived in harmondsworth village not far from you.
Jesus the stuff that happend in that house was mind bending.
Also a friend from work lived near the colnbrook bypass and he wittnessed some mental stuff.
Cheers
Rob
(BobbyLove, Wed 9 Jul 2008, 22:11, closed)

maybe
the tape had a previous recording of MC Hammer...


oh my sides!
( scoshi pretending to diet since, Thu 10 Jul 2008, 10:33, closed)

Excellent
Not all ghosts are cunts then; good to know!
( slippery doctore, Thu 10 Jul 2008, 11:07, closed)