Things that go bump in the night
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Sat here watching various programs about ghosts and ghoulies, thought I'd ask if anyone on here has any experiences of their own. I'm guessing that with an audience of people with logical and analytical minds almost nobody will have any belief in the paranormal. I have always been a very jumpy person, very easily spooked. My wife used to work in a pub that dates back to the 15th Century, and when the landlord and landlady went away we used to stop there on our own. There were a number of stories of ghosts in the place, a lady in grey seen walking down the corridor on the second (top) floor and going into one of the bedrooms. A previous landlord's young daughter described a woman sitting on the end of her bed one night almost exactly as the stories went, she was about 10 at the time and (supposedly) knew nothing of the stories. There were stories of a spirit of a woman seen in the mirror in the function room on the first floor. There was the story of a ghost called George in the cellar, and things were often moved around down there, taps turned on or off. The cellar was also once upon a time part of a series of tunnels that connected the cathedral to the friary and run under some of the city. Things would often fly off the shelves of the bar. One night after time we were sat around telling the various tales of the place, a handful of non regulars in there too when a light bulb exploded and plunged the place into darkness. They non regulars didn't stop around long after that. When we stopped we had a bedroom half way down the corridor on the top floor, and the bathroom was at the end, next to the bedroom the lady in grew supposedly went into. I used to crap myself every night I had to stop there, if I needed the toilet in the night I would stand in the doorway to the bedroom, peer down the corridor, walk as quickly as I could to the bathroom without looking around, then a similar process on the way back. One night we were in bed, the wife and I, around one in the morning, not yet asleep, the only people in the building, when I heard slow, steady footsteps going down the corridor outside the room. My immediate thought was "oh, there are ghosts then" and I felt calmer than I ever had in the place before. I also felt a massive kick to my shins and looked to see my wife's (who had always been totally blasé about everything) terrified face looking into mine. There were perhaps a dozen of these footfalls, going past our doorway and down the corridor before it stopped. I have no idea
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Sat here watching various programs about ghosts and ghoulies, thought I'd ask if anyone on here has any experiences of their own. I'm guessing that with an audience of people with logical and analytical minds almost nobody will have any belief in the paranormal. I have always been a very jumpy person, very easily spooked. My wife used to work in a pub that dates back to the 15th Century, and when the landlord and landlady went away we used to stop there on our own. There were a number of stories of ghosts in the place, a lady in grey seen walking down the corridor on the second (top) floor and going into one of the bedrooms. A previous landlord's young daughter described a woman sitting on the end of her bed one night almost exactly as the stories went, she was about 10 at the time and (supposedly) knew nothing of the stories. There were stories of a spirit of a woman seen in the mirror in the function room on the first floor. There was the story of a ghost called George in the cellar, and things were often moved around down there, taps turned on or off. The cellar was also once upon a time part of a series of tunnels that connected the cathedral to the friary and run under some of the city. Things would often fly off the shelves of the bar. One night after time we were sat around telling the various tales of the place, a handful of non regulars in there too when a light bulb exploded and plunged the place into darkness. They non regulars didn't stop around long after that. When we stopped we had a bedroom half way down the corridor on the top floor, and the bathroom was at the end, next to the bedroom the lady in grew supposedly went into. I used to crap myself every night I had to stop there, if I needed the toilet in the night I would stand in the doorway to the bedroom, peer down the corridor, walk as quickly as I could to the bathroom without looking around, then a similar process on the way back. One night we were in bed, the wife and I, around one in the morning, not yet asleep, the only people in the building, when I heard slow, steady footsteps going down the corridor outside the room. My immediate thought was "oh, there are ghosts then" and I felt calmer than I ever had in the place before. I also felt a massive kick to my shins and looked to see my wife's (who had always been totally blasé about everything) terrified face looking into mine. There were perhaps a dozen of these footfalls, going past our doorway and down the corridor before it stopped. I have no idea
My wife believes in ghosts, she likes to watch those shows on TV about them. She doesn't mention them around me anymore, but.... :P
Christian Graus Driven to the arms of OSX by Vista. Read my blog to find out how I've worked around bugs in Microsoft tools and frameworks.
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My wife believes in ghosts, she likes to watch those shows on TV about them. She doesn't mention them around me anymore, but.... :P
Christian Graus Driven to the arms of OSX by Vista. Read my blog to find out how I've worked around bugs in Microsoft tools and frameworks.
I used to watch with the wife some of the ghost hunting type stuff, Most Haunted is the main one in the UK, and no matter how they talked up every little thing, and had a supposed medium talking to all these spirits everywhere, they never once presented or captured even the slightest bit of evidence of anything at all. You would think if there was anything knocking around in all these supposedly haunted places they would be able to record something on the hundreds of attempts they had.
Every man can tell how many goats or sheep he possesses, but not how many friends.
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Sat here watching various programs about ghosts and ghoulies, thought I'd ask if anyone on here has any experiences of their own. I'm guessing that with an audience of people with logical and analytical minds almost nobody will have any belief in the paranormal. I have always been a very jumpy person, very easily spooked. My wife used to work in a pub that dates back to the 15th Century, and when the landlord and landlady went away we used to stop there on our own. There were a number of stories of ghosts in the place, a lady in grey seen walking down the corridor on the second (top) floor and going into one of the bedrooms. A previous landlord's young daughter described a woman sitting on the end of her bed one night almost exactly as the stories went, she was about 10 at the time and (supposedly) knew nothing of the stories. There were stories of a spirit of a woman seen in the mirror in the function room on the first floor. There was the story of a ghost called George in the cellar, and things were often moved around down there, taps turned on or off. The cellar was also once upon a time part of a series of tunnels that connected the cathedral to the friary and run under some of the city. Things would often fly off the shelves of the bar. One night after time we were sat around telling the various tales of the place, a handful of non regulars in there too when a light bulb exploded and plunged the place into darkness. They non regulars didn't stop around long after that. When we stopped we had a bedroom half way down the corridor on the top floor, and the bathroom was at the end, next to the bedroom the lady in grew supposedly went into. I used to crap myself every night I had to stop there, if I needed the toilet in the night I would stand in the doorway to the bedroom, peer down the corridor, walk as quickly as I could to the bathroom without looking around, then a similar process on the way back. One night we were in bed, the wife and I, around one in the morning, not yet asleep, the only people in the building, when I heard slow, steady footsteps going down the corridor outside the room. My immediate thought was "oh, there are ghosts then" and I felt calmer than I ever had in the place before. I also felt a massive kick to my shins and looked to see my wife's (who had always been totally blasé about everything) terrified face looking into mine. There were perhaps a dozen of these footfalls, going past our doorway and down the corridor before it stopped. I have no idea
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Sat here watching various programs about ghosts and ghoulies, thought I'd ask if anyone on here has any experiences of their own. I'm guessing that with an audience of people with logical and analytical minds almost nobody will have any belief in the paranormal. I have always been a very jumpy person, very easily spooked. My wife used to work in a pub that dates back to the 15th Century, and when the landlord and landlady went away we used to stop there on our own. There were a number of stories of ghosts in the place, a lady in grey seen walking down the corridor on the second (top) floor and going into one of the bedrooms. A previous landlord's young daughter described a woman sitting on the end of her bed one night almost exactly as the stories went, she was about 10 at the time and (supposedly) knew nothing of the stories. There were stories of a spirit of a woman seen in the mirror in the function room on the first floor. There was the story of a ghost called George in the cellar, and things were often moved around down there, taps turned on or off. The cellar was also once upon a time part of a series of tunnels that connected the cathedral to the friary and run under some of the city. Things would often fly off the shelves of the bar. One night after time we were sat around telling the various tales of the place, a handful of non regulars in there too when a light bulb exploded and plunged the place into darkness. They non regulars didn't stop around long after that. When we stopped we had a bedroom half way down the corridor on the top floor, and the bathroom was at the end, next to the bedroom the lady in grew supposedly went into. I used to crap myself every night I had to stop there, if I needed the toilet in the night I would stand in the doorway to the bedroom, peer down the corridor, walk as quickly as I could to the bathroom without looking around, then a similar process on the way back. One night we were in bed, the wife and I, around one in the morning, not yet asleep, the only people in the building, when I heard slow, steady footsteps going down the corridor outside the room. My immediate thought was "oh, there are ghosts then" and I felt calmer than I ever had in the place before. I also felt a massive kick to my shins and looked to see my wife's (who had always been totally blasé about everything) terrified face looking into mine. There were perhaps a dozen of these footfalls, going past our doorway and down the corridor before it stopped. I have no idea
ChrisElston wrote:
I used to crap myself every night I had to stop there, if I needed the toilet in the night
Perhaps you crapped yourself every night you had to stop there because you literally had to poop? It was a bathroom after all. ;P
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ChrisElston wrote:
I used to crap myself every night I had to stop there, if I needed the toilet in the night
Perhaps you crapped yourself every night you had to stop there because you literally had to poop? It was a bathroom after all. ;P
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Sat here watching various programs about ghosts and ghoulies, thought I'd ask if anyone on here has any experiences of their own. I'm guessing that with an audience of people with logical and analytical minds almost nobody will have any belief in the paranormal. I have always been a very jumpy person, very easily spooked. My wife used to work in a pub that dates back to the 15th Century, and when the landlord and landlady went away we used to stop there on our own. There were a number of stories of ghosts in the place, a lady in grey seen walking down the corridor on the second (top) floor and going into one of the bedrooms. A previous landlord's young daughter described a woman sitting on the end of her bed one night almost exactly as the stories went, she was about 10 at the time and (supposedly) knew nothing of the stories. There were stories of a spirit of a woman seen in the mirror in the function room on the first floor. There was the story of a ghost called George in the cellar, and things were often moved around down there, taps turned on or off. The cellar was also once upon a time part of a series of tunnels that connected the cathedral to the friary and run under some of the city. Things would often fly off the shelves of the bar. One night after time we were sat around telling the various tales of the place, a handful of non regulars in there too when a light bulb exploded and plunged the place into darkness. They non regulars didn't stop around long after that. When we stopped we had a bedroom half way down the corridor on the top floor, and the bathroom was at the end, next to the bedroom the lady in grew supposedly went into. I used to crap myself every night I had to stop there, if I needed the toilet in the night I would stand in the doorway to the bedroom, peer down the corridor, walk as quickly as I could to the bathroom without looking around, then a similar process on the way back. One night we were in bed, the wife and I, around one in the morning, not yet asleep, the only people in the building, when I heard slow, steady footsteps going down the corridor outside the room. My immediate thought was "oh, there are ghosts then" and I felt calmer than I ever had in the place before. I also felt a massive kick to my shins and looked to see my wife's (who had always been totally blasé about everything) terrified face looking into mine. There were perhaps a dozen of these footfalls, going past our doorway and down the corridor before it stopped. I have no idea
The house I grew up in out in west Texas was built on top of another old homestead where the previous house had burned down and taken the old lady that lived there with it. Digging in the yard you could find broken bits of pottery and old nails and things from the previous house. Anyway, when I was a baby I would cry a lot and didn't sleep much. One night after putting me in my crib my mother heard me laughing. Curious to hear me in a good mood she peeked into the nursery and saw an orb of blue light hovering above my crib. She screamed, the orb winked out and I began crying again. After that night she moved my crib into her room on the other end of the house. Fast forward about a decade and I have a younger brother. His room was my old nursery. When he was a toddler he had all kinds of electronic toys. On more than one occassion several of his toys would come on at the same time. That whole end of the house just feels a bit weird. Yes, I believe in the paranormal.
Don't blame me. I voted for Chuck Norris.
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The house I grew up in out in west Texas was built on top of another old homestead where the previous house had burned down and taken the old lady that lived there with it. Digging in the yard you could find broken bits of pottery and old nails and things from the previous house. Anyway, when I was a baby I would cry a lot and didn't sleep much. One night after putting me in my crib my mother heard me laughing. Curious to hear me in a good mood she peeked into the nursery and saw an orb of blue light hovering above my crib. She screamed, the orb winked out and I began crying again. After that night she moved my crib into her room on the other end of the house. Fast forward about a decade and I have a younger brother. His room was my old nursery. When he was a toddler he had all kinds of electronic toys. On more than one occassion several of his toys would come on at the same time. That whole end of the house just feels a bit weird. Yes, I believe in the paranormal.
Don't blame me. I voted for Chuck Norris.
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Sat here watching various programs about ghosts and ghoulies, thought I'd ask if anyone on here has any experiences of their own. I'm guessing that with an audience of people with logical and analytical minds almost nobody will have any belief in the paranormal. I have always been a very jumpy person, very easily spooked. My wife used to work in a pub that dates back to the 15th Century, and when the landlord and landlady went away we used to stop there on our own. There were a number of stories of ghosts in the place, a lady in grey seen walking down the corridor on the second (top) floor and going into one of the bedrooms. A previous landlord's young daughter described a woman sitting on the end of her bed one night almost exactly as the stories went, she was about 10 at the time and (supposedly) knew nothing of the stories. There were stories of a spirit of a woman seen in the mirror in the function room on the first floor. There was the story of a ghost called George in the cellar, and things were often moved around down there, taps turned on or off. The cellar was also once upon a time part of a series of tunnels that connected the cathedral to the friary and run under some of the city. Things would often fly off the shelves of the bar. One night after time we were sat around telling the various tales of the place, a handful of non regulars in there too when a light bulb exploded and plunged the place into darkness. They non regulars didn't stop around long after that. When we stopped we had a bedroom half way down the corridor on the top floor, and the bathroom was at the end, next to the bedroom the lady in grew supposedly went into. I used to crap myself every night I had to stop there, if I needed the toilet in the night I would stand in the doorway to the bedroom, peer down the corridor, walk as quickly as I could to the bathroom without looking around, then a similar process on the way back. One night we were in bed, the wife and I, around one in the morning, not yet asleep, the only people in the building, when I heard slow, steady footsteps going down the corridor outside the room. My immediate thought was "oh, there are ghosts then" and I felt calmer than I ever had in the place before. I also felt a massive kick to my shins and looked to see my wife's (who had always been totally blasé about everything) terrified face looking into mine. There were perhaps a dozen of these footfalls, going past our doorway and down the corridor before it stopped. I have no idea
Psychic abilities I believe (if you are a SF nut then you have to) in but ghosts - all bullshit. I did see a giant spider fighting a giant skink (lizard) in a field once, in the early 80s and I was stoned out of my tree at the time so I guess that doesn't count.
Never underestimate the power of human stupidity RAH
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Sat here watching various programs about ghosts and ghoulies, thought I'd ask if anyone on here has any experiences of their own. I'm guessing that with an audience of people with logical and analytical minds almost nobody will have any belief in the paranormal. I have always been a very jumpy person, very easily spooked. My wife used to work in a pub that dates back to the 15th Century, and when the landlord and landlady went away we used to stop there on our own. There were a number of stories of ghosts in the place, a lady in grey seen walking down the corridor on the second (top) floor and going into one of the bedrooms. A previous landlord's young daughter described a woman sitting on the end of her bed one night almost exactly as the stories went, she was about 10 at the time and (supposedly) knew nothing of the stories. There were stories of a spirit of a woman seen in the mirror in the function room on the first floor. There was the story of a ghost called George in the cellar, and things were often moved around down there, taps turned on or off. The cellar was also once upon a time part of a series of tunnels that connected the cathedral to the friary and run under some of the city. Things would often fly off the shelves of the bar. One night after time we were sat around telling the various tales of the place, a handful of non regulars in there too when a light bulb exploded and plunged the place into darkness. They non regulars didn't stop around long after that. When we stopped we had a bedroom half way down the corridor on the top floor, and the bathroom was at the end, next to the bedroom the lady in grew supposedly went into. I used to crap myself every night I had to stop there, if I needed the toilet in the night I would stand in the doorway to the bedroom, peer down the corridor, walk as quickly as I could to the bathroom without looking around, then a similar process on the way back. One night we were in bed, the wife and I, around one in the morning, not yet asleep, the only people in the building, when I heard slow, steady footsteps going down the corridor outside the room. My immediate thought was "oh, there are ghosts then" and I felt calmer than I ever had in the place before. I also felt a massive kick to my shins and looked to see my wife's (who had always been totally blasé about everything) terrified face looking into mine. There were perhaps a dozen of these footfalls, going past our doorway and down the corridor before it stopped. I have no idea
Chris, I accidentally hit a vote button (2) :confused: can't seem to cancel it so I'll compensate with a 5 instead ;-)
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There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy... WS
L u n a t i c F r i n g e
LunaticFringe wrote:
There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy... But all talk of ghosts and spirits is bollocks.
If you're going to quote me, quote me correctly.
I wanna be a eunuchs developer! Pass me a bread knife!
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Psychic abilities I believe (if you are a SF nut then you have to) in but ghosts - all bullshit. I did see a giant spider fighting a giant skink (lizard) in a field once, in the early 80s and I was stoned out of my tree at the time so I guess that doesn't count.
Never underestimate the power of human stupidity RAH