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Must've been a Pole-tergeist.
It had a hidden meaning curtained inside
I had to take a day off to complete a speed awareness course
I reckon this is all a thinly veiled ruse to get this off his chest. Think of all the baby robins OP, shame on you.
I love these threads! There was one a while ago, someone told a tale about a night ride past a school playground?
"I know, just keep pedalling" I think was the line that made me giggle like a 6 year old girl.
Think of all the baby robin ghosts
In the 80’s my old man and his business associates had a villa in Portugal on a relatively new estate. Now my Dads the biggest cynic going but one night he woke up and looked into the en-suite to see what he thought was my mum pointing at the loo, that was until he realised mum was in bed next to him....
He got up to see what was going on and the woman was still in the bathroom pointing at the loo, he looked back at the bed to check on my mum and then looked into the en-suite to find the bathroom empty. Properly weirded him out.
We found out a few years later that somebody else staying there spent one night in that room and then refused point blank to go in that side of the villa.
I think someone should pitch the caravan story to Netflix.
Brilliant.
senor j
I think someone should pitch the caravan story to Netflix.
Brilliant.
Inside No 9 might be a good point too...
I think someone should pitch the caravan story to Netflix.
bindun
About 10 ten years ago I was out on my bmx at about 10pm in the dark with a helmet light on. I was on a dark lane and it was misty. I clearly saw a figure walking along the road on the other side and watched it for a bit thinking it was a drunk or something. I was getting closer all the time. It then just vanished. Thought maybe it had been someone who had gone through the fence or passed out in a ditch. Went past a few days later in daylight. No ditch, no hole in the fence nothing.There were some streetlights close by too so although it was pretty dark, there was some light and my helmet light. I am pretty certain it was a ghost.
My mum had one in the warehouse of where she used to work. Footsteps could be heard and it did an impression of members of staff shouting to each other.
we’re all struggling to rationalise it
I was wondering how often that image would return to err..haunt..Derek.
Trumpton - yours was likely your own shadow refracted by the mist (Brocken spectre)
Mrs Gti keeps saying somebody is trying to put the willies up her. I swear to her that it's not me.
We live in what used to be a Catholic Church with a Schoolhouse underneath.
Built some time in the mid 1800’s
I have woken up a couple of times in the early hours to the very distinctive smell of insense.
(The really smokey, chain Thurible type)
I was brought up Catholic so the smell is instantly recognisable but I haven’t been in a church for 25 years or more where it was used (weddings/funerals only for decades basically)
This was [b]Exactly[/b] the same, both in smell and in intensity too.
Anyone who is familiar with it will appreciate it’s not the sort of smell you would encounter in that strength anywhere else.
And it wasn’t just on waking either, I moved around the house and could smell it everywhere for about 20 minutes.
Haven’t mentioned it to mrsG as I really don’t want her to freak out about it. 😳
Trumpton – yours was likely your own shadow refracted by the mist (Brocken spectre)
Was about to post the same thing.
My mum had one in the warehouse of where she used to work. Footsteps could be heard and it did an impression of members of staff shouting to each other.
That one sounds like an echo...
Not that I want to piss all over the ghostie stories though...
The only one I have can, (un)fortunately, also be explained.
When I was a teenager, I was on holiday with my parents in (iirc) France, and we were visiting an old chateau/castle. I was mooching about in the old dungeon, when I suddenly felt the most intense sense of dread/terror. I've never experienced anything like it, it was like I KNEW I was in extreme danger/about to die. I sprinted up the stairs and outside at lightning speed. In my head, my life literally depended on getting out of there.
I later read some research about infrasound, which apparently can cause such feelings. Chances are there was some configuration of geometry and a source noise that was generating infrasound in the dungeon, and my subconscious thought I was about to be eaten by a lion so told me to get the hell out of there.
That sounds like the ancient BBC film "The Stone Tape" which scared the willies out of me in the 80s. I think. I don't know if it's available online.
Friends of mine in South Africa have a lodge at a place called Waterval Boven. Down the hill they discovered a neglected cemetery beside the railway containing the victims of a rail crash in 1949 and some British Boer war graves. They cleaned it up and strimmed the bush and sometimes take their visitors down there, I went and it was a very poignant place. One day some visitors were there with their son aged four who suddenly asked: "What are those soldiers doing Mummy?" Asked what he was seeing he described British Boer war uniforms, rifles, the lot and said that two were sitting under the tree smoking and one was standing and that they looked as if they were waiting for their friends. No adult saw anything and they boy knew nothing about the Boer war. It's the most believable ghost story I've heard.
A few years ago I heard someone running down the stairs of my house in the middle of the night - not just faint noises but properly loud running. I ran down expecting to find a burglar but there was nothing there - no sign of anyone being there nor any sign of a break in. The house was a terrace and my staircase was on the wall of the adjoining property where their staircase was too so it could have been a noise from that house but I knew it was empty - but if someone had made that noise, surely I would have heard more if someone had got access to the empty house?
Properly spooked I went back to bed and tried to go to sleep. The next day I investigated more and I had a look next door and I noticed a dirty great black soot mark and rubble coming out of their fireplace – clearly some masonry had simply fallen down their chimney and as it bounced off the inside of the chimney it made the footsteps sound.
I didn't before that experience and still don't believe in ghosts.
Woody I was deffo not me. Large man walking upright on the opposite side of the road coming towards me. I was on a bmx so to pedal i was throwing the bike from side to side. The figure did not move side to side.
I was lucky enough to grow up as a kid living in a place called Hopton Hall, my mum worked for the owners and we basically lived in various cottages that would have been for the servants back in the day, the hall in its day had people like Cromwell staying at it so was steeped in history.
There was one cottage which had a proper wrong room right at the end, latched wooden door, sloping floor, one of those places where even if your favourite toy rolled in to it and it would roll to the back of the room you would think **** it, it's stopping there. I can't explain it but it was cold, you felt watchwd, well only this past weekend whilst randomly talking to my dad dis he fess up that he too was very wary of the same room after seeing something in there several times, he kept to himself all these 30 odd ****ing years.
My dad was in RAF, early in his career he was stationed at a base that has as it's Gate Guardian a Spitfire. Rather than plastic copy which is often what they are now, this was the early sixties and the plane was essentially pushed to a patch of grass at the end of the war, it's canopy screwed shut and left there.
Many years later at a Xmas party, the duty Guardsman comes running into the mess claiming that the Spitfire's engine is running! Queue several dozens of variously sober and admittedly drunken RAF personal pile out to find that indeed, the Spitfire's engine is running, the exhausts glowing red...After a short time, it starts to run down, and stops. A brave sole walks over to it, and the cowling is cold, as it should be as the engine hasn't run since the mid 40's and it has no fuel or other fluids in it.
Mass delusion? opitical illusion? who knows.
Haven’t mentioned it to mrsG as I really don’t want her to freak out about it. 😳
She has never noticed this intense smell?
She has never noticed this intense smell?
No. Both times I noticed it, it was maybe 3 or 4 am and she was asleep.
I wasnt sleeping well as I was waiting for hip operation and was often awake in the early hours at the time. I don’t think it was the smell that caused me to wake up on either occasion.
Maybe a dream triggering a memory long buried away. Could take a while for your senses to adjust after waking up.
Could well be, I honestly have no idea. Certainly felt very “real” though.
No doubt it did and memories or weird and triggered by other senses. There’s certain things people can talk about relating to work and I get an olfactory memory. The smell isn’t there but it’s quite real to me.
Then the opposite a smell can trigger a memory and makes me recall something from years ago.
My aunt worked in the Culloden Moor battlefield centre in the 1970's. The centre wasn't busy in those days and she would often be the only person there for hours on end.....except for the ghosts of dead highlanders passing through the walls and wandering the moor.
And now it’s busy they’ve stopped visiting.
No doubt it did and memories or weird and triggered by other senses. There’s certain things people can talk about relating to work and I get an olfactory memory. The smell isn’t there but it’s quite real to me.Then the opposite a smell can trigger a memory and makes me recall something from years ago.
All very possible and quite likely.
But that wouldn’t explain the ancient looking priest standing on the coffee table reciting the mass in Latin and swinging the thurible around now would it 😂👍
No that one is filled under bullshit. 😬
Interesting that a lot of these experiences happen when you are knocking an older house about.
We've had a number of experiences when we have been doing old properties up. It seems to disturb something. It then generally settles down when the work is completed.
Enough to make me believe that there are some odd things that we can't explain. As a result I am open to the concept of ghosts.
But that wouldn’t explain the ancient looking priest standing on the coffee table reciting the mass in Latin and swinging the thurible around now would it?
No that one is filled under bullshit.
What do you have against old religious apparitions?
#nunsponge
No that one is filled under bullshit.
Indeed.
The whole Inense thing though, the first time it happened I just put it down to a vivid dream/memory trigger thing.
But for the exact same thing to happen again a month or so later, made it feel a lot more strange.
What do you have against old religious apparitions?
#nunsponge
😂
But for the exact same thing to happen again a month or so later, made it feel a lot more strange.
I bet. I’ve been in some interesting places on my own for long periods on nights. Sounds, movement and yes smells in a strange or even familiar environments can make you feel ‘strange’.
Anyone else read this as my mate saw a goat at work ..did it catch fire?
@nealglover I used to be an altar boy, literally for my sins and I intimately know that smell. NOTHING smells quite like the charcoal tablets and that incense, certainly nothing you'd get down the local head shop. Having said that, I don't get to say Thurible enough these days......
So here’s my story. I organise a night time Fell race ‘Mr Sparkle’s Dark Un’. This year I’d organised a night time pre-race recce. The conditions were pretty grim. I’d run over and led everyone round through hail coming in sideways as we went over the top of the Moor. Anyway, we got to to the finish and a few of us went in the Royal for a pint and a warm by the fire. I set off running home at about 10.00pm. The conditions had changed and the wind dropped completely. As I ran over the highest point of the Moor I heard as clear as day the sound of a child laughing. I knew that it couldn’t be but I stopped dead and shone my headtorch round for some time and saw nothing to explain it. All the way home I had that feeling in my cheeks like you’ve been nipped hard. I don’t believe in ghost and goulies and all that bollocks but I can’t explain it. If it was a bird then it was one I’ve never heard before. I would have sworn in a court of law that it was a child I heard.
Reading this thread at 2.00 in the morning before going to bed isn’t the brightest idea ive ever had!
About 10 years ago i was leaving the factory i work at in Ilfracombe, Devon. It was about 8.00 in the eve and was pitch black. A strange transparent type figure holding a torch slowly walked across in front of my car as i was driving out of the factory. I remember stopping and just staring at it trying to figure out what i was looking at, and then it just disappeared into the fence. It didn’t freak me out or anything i just couldn’t figure out what i had just seen... i still can’t! Told people at work the next day and they were just like... oh thats the old train conductor. Apparently there has been quite a few sitings of this ghostly figure around the factory as it was built on the site where the old train station used to be. I didn’t believe in ghosts then and im still not sure i do now but i will never be able to explain what i saw that evening. It was a very wierd experience!
I don’t understand how anybody can have the audacity to say that paranormal stuff is pure gash.
It's because it's bollocks mate.
No-one has ever been able to prove that it isn't bollocks, because it is bollocks.
There have been prizes and everything, but it's all bollocks. Have a word.
Carbon monoxide?
good This American Life episode about ghosts/CO, tho i've just spoiled it for you.
doesn't explain anti-gravity or flying toy effects tho of course
doesn’t explain anti-gravity or flying toy effects tho of course
You have version of events where you are told "this is what happened" what actually happened could be completely different.
Many years ago when I was 13 stayed with my Nan who was ill. Old fashioned house had door right at bottom of stairs which we kept locked at night. She was bedridden and one of my aunts came in in the morning to see to her. I was staying on the sofa downstairs by an open fire. Early morning woke as heard heavy footsteps across the landing and downstairs and sounded like door st bottom of stairs flung open then door stuck on the Lino ( used to do this as the Lino was ripped) was convinced some one on the other side of the living room door I nearly shat myself. Eventually went into front room to see the door was still locked opened up and went upstairs every light had been switched on including the pantry which was behind a closed door at the bottom of stairs. My Nan was in bed asleep. I don’t believe but it really did spook me out I wouldnt stay another night she passed away in her sleep the next day.
Another couple from the pub I worked in..
The owners were pretty heavy smokers back then and and had one of those really, really thick glass ashtrays on the table in their lounge.
They were watching the TV when a trailer came on for a new show. "Dad would have loved that show" said Tony (his dad had died a few months before and didn't like smoking) and as he finished saying it the ashtray just split into about 6 pieces.
Shortly after his mum died Tony woke up to see her stood at the bottom of his bed in the clothes she'd died in holding her favourite crystal glass..
Ok - This is a long one...As long as I can remember, I have experienced things at night. As a kid, I woke up many times to find an old lady standing over me in bed. Sometimes leaning over me with her face only a few inches from mine. I would just close my eyes and lay there until she left. I have had posters ripple, as if there was a powerful fan blowing them from underneath, but it would just stop as soon as I turned my light on. I once woke up to find that my entire bed was engulfed in flames. I leapt out of bed and ran out of my bedroom, but when I looked back there was nothing there. I have had furniture on the ceiling, things flying across my bedroom, the list goes on and on. I would tell my parents about it, and they were not helpful, simply suggesting that the house might be haunted! This went on for years and I just got used to it. It peaked when I went to university and met my now wife. I was staying at her house after a night out. I woke to her screaming and when I opened my eyes there was a tall dark hooded figure standing in the middle of the room. It was holding her by the hand and pulling her out of the bed. I jumped out of bed, swinging at it and managed to get the light on. She was sat on the floor crying and shaking, saying "what was that, what was that?". I grabbed her and we ran into the living room where we stood for a while, trying to calm down and work out what had happened. I described what I had seen, and she looked at me like I was mental. So I asked what she had seen. She went on to explain that she had woken up to me punching and kicking her in the back, which caused her to scream and fall out of bed! After this I went to the doctors, and it turns out that all of my life I have experienced night terrors, which are dreams that occur during a state where you are half awake, half a sleep. There is nothing that can be done to 'treat' them and I still have them almost every night. Although, now I understand what is happening, I can control myself and wake myself up... The human brain is a very complex thing!
My dad and I were driving back home around 11pm one night, around this time of year, through country lanes in rural Essex; it was dark, the road was unlit and we had the car lights on full beam.
There was no other traffic around (we'd have seen their headlights) and we were a couple of miles from the nearest village so although we weren't driving like crazy, we were doing a pretty good speed down quiet roads he knew well. As we rounded a corner, we saw what we thought was a tall man dressed in white, standing right in the middle of the road, straight in our path. My dad braked hard but the man was so close to the corner that we couldn't have stopped in time.
We both tensed, expecting an impact but the car just seemed to pass straight through him as we came to a stop. We got out and looked around the car - there was nothing under or behind the car.
We drove a few metres up the road and turned round in a field entrance to point the headlights back down at the patch of road to see if we could see anything more. The road and verge were empty.
As we watched, a patch of mist began to slowly rise from one patch of road. It was a cold night, we could easily see our breath, and I have no idea why mist would form in that patch alone, but it gradually created a column of mist that stopped and held its shape at around the width and height of a tall human.
So, inexplicable, bloody terrifying at the time, but not a ghost. Some weird localised meteorology though!