Weird occurences, coincidences, deja vu, supernatural.
Discussion
Pwig said:
Nah, it was written by a traffic cop, and it covered how the car it the only barrier in the motorway which wasn't correctly fitted. It's all just an odd story
http://www.advanced-driving-course.co.uk/articles-...I was never convinced in how genuine this was, I've read it a few times.
Although does make a good, if a bit grusome, story
-crookedtail- said:
Pwig said:
Nah, it was written by a traffic cop, and it covered how the car it the only barrier in the motorway which wasn't correctly fitted. It's all just an odd story
http://www.advanced-driving-course.co.uk/articles-...I was never convinced in how genuine this was, I've read it a few times.
Although does make a good, if a bit grusome, story
Okay, I'm gonna open myself up for some ridicule....
When I was a kid (about 6 or7) my step Dad, his two daughters (one 5 the other 7) and myself were taking a short cut through the churchyard in Worksop were we lived. There was a bloke in a white robe with his hood up stood in the corner between the main body of the church and the doorway (vestry?). He wasn't doing anything, just had his head bowed, so I asked my Stepdad what he was doing. Now, I've never been sure if they were just messing with me or what, but no one else could see this chap. I was dragged rather rapidly home....
Also, same place, we lived in a terraced house with a tunnel through between us and next door which was to our gardens. We kids used to play out there all the time and my favourite game was shimmying up the tunnel bracing a foot either side and getting to the top. The woman who lived next door was a right old bag, properly old (60-70) and she hated kids and the noise we made and she was always telling us off even when we stayed in our own garden.
One night, in bed, all dark so no idea of the time, I woke up with a start and the old woman from next door was standing over me, what made it stranger was she was smiling! Being a kid, scared of my own shadow, I burried myself under the covers and when I finally looked out again, she'd gone.
Next morning out playing when the ambulance and the police turned up. The old lady had died during the night.
Gods honest truth! Rip the pee to your hearts content...
With regards to psychics, I have always thought them to be frauds and charlatans, just out to fleece the needy. I have a scientific background so tend towards a logical explanation....
My Mum was always of the same view, however, she started going on about a woman she'd met called Margeret who was 'astonishing' in the things she foretold. Would never take money, never even a charitable donation, just a cuppa and a fag maybe. I was truly doubtful, but up for a laugh....
Met Margeret socially first, and while she was a very nice lady, deaf as a post and not the brightest tack in the box and as rough as a badgers arse in her ways, smoked like a chimney and drank tea by the gallon. Never, ever touched the demon alcohol. We got chatting and she stated that she couldn't take money as that would be abusing her gift and there were some things she would never tell. She also said, that she kept it quiet as it exhausted her and also, she found a lot of what she saw as troubling.
I got her to give me a reading, and as I'd chatted to her before (but told her nothing useful deliberately) I was a bit more receptive. She used ordinary playing cards, but to be honest I think they were more for her to use for 'focus' to get her mind in the right place and so on.
She started with the past of course and told me loads of stuff which of course, I already knew, didn't seem generic to be honest as quite a lot of it was truly precise and very accurate. Then she started with the future...
She told me about the women I'd meet in specific detail except for names and told me one was light, the other dark and that I'd end up with both but one would be a big mistake, the light one had two children, but one was indistinct at that time (it hadn't been born yet!)told me about the light ones family, Fathers occupation and hobbies, her Mum and her sister. She even told me where I'd meet her! Just not when...
Also told me where I was going to live, described the location in detail, she told me all sorts of stuff, none of it generic, she gave as much detail as she could. I wrote all of it down though it was difficult to keep up as the flow was so rapid, and then she stopped.
No more.
I kept that sheet for years as to be honest, she freaked me a bit. The whole experience was very strange and while she was 'reading the cards' she changed, seemed more normal, more coherant, less dim.
Over the next couple of years, every single thing she told me came true. She even told me about my son coming to live with me full time, how old he'd be at the time and how he'd do in the future. All came true.
There were loads of very specific detail.
WHile I accept that the vast majority are frauds, I have to say, some I now truly believe in.
When I was a kid (about 6 or7) my step Dad, his two daughters (one 5 the other 7) and myself were taking a short cut through the churchyard in Worksop were we lived. There was a bloke in a white robe with his hood up stood in the corner between the main body of the church and the doorway (vestry?). He wasn't doing anything, just had his head bowed, so I asked my Stepdad what he was doing. Now, I've never been sure if they were just messing with me or what, but no one else could see this chap. I was dragged rather rapidly home....
Also, same place, we lived in a terraced house with a tunnel through between us and next door which was to our gardens. We kids used to play out there all the time and my favourite game was shimmying up the tunnel bracing a foot either side and getting to the top. The woman who lived next door was a right old bag, properly old (60-70) and she hated kids and the noise we made and she was always telling us off even when we stayed in our own garden.
One night, in bed, all dark so no idea of the time, I woke up with a start and the old woman from next door was standing over me, what made it stranger was she was smiling! Being a kid, scared of my own shadow, I burried myself under the covers and when I finally looked out again, she'd gone.
Next morning out playing when the ambulance and the police turned up. The old lady had died during the night.
Gods honest truth! Rip the pee to your hearts content...
With regards to psychics, I have always thought them to be frauds and charlatans, just out to fleece the needy. I have a scientific background so tend towards a logical explanation....
My Mum was always of the same view, however, she started going on about a woman she'd met called Margeret who was 'astonishing' in the things she foretold. Would never take money, never even a charitable donation, just a cuppa and a fag maybe. I was truly doubtful, but up for a laugh....
Met Margeret socially first, and while she was a very nice lady, deaf as a post and not the brightest tack in the box and as rough as a badgers arse in her ways, smoked like a chimney and drank tea by the gallon. Never, ever touched the demon alcohol. We got chatting and she stated that she couldn't take money as that would be abusing her gift and there were some things she would never tell. She also said, that she kept it quiet as it exhausted her and also, she found a lot of what she saw as troubling.
I got her to give me a reading, and as I'd chatted to her before (but told her nothing useful deliberately) I was a bit more receptive. She used ordinary playing cards, but to be honest I think they were more for her to use for 'focus' to get her mind in the right place and so on.
She started with the past of course and told me loads of stuff which of course, I already knew, didn't seem generic to be honest as quite a lot of it was truly precise and very accurate. Then she started with the future...
She told me about the women I'd meet in specific detail except for names and told me one was light, the other dark and that I'd end up with both but one would be a big mistake, the light one had two children, but one was indistinct at that time (it hadn't been born yet!)told me about the light ones family, Fathers occupation and hobbies, her Mum and her sister. She even told me where I'd meet her! Just not when...
Also told me where I was going to live, described the location in detail, she told me all sorts of stuff, none of it generic, she gave as much detail as she could. I wrote all of it down though it was difficult to keep up as the flow was so rapid, and then she stopped.
No more.
I kept that sheet for years as to be honest, she freaked me a bit. The whole experience was very strange and while she was 'reading the cards' she changed, seemed more normal, more coherant, less dim.
Over the next couple of years, every single thing she told me came true. She even told me about my son coming to live with me full time, how old he'd be at the time and how he'd do in the future. All came true.
There were loads of very specific detail.
WHile I accept that the vast majority are frauds, I have to say, some I now truly believe in.
I remember a few years back when we stayed at our previous address. We were there for 13 years and we had a neighbour upstairs who had been there for a lot longer than us. He was an older man about 70 when he was rehomed due to not being able to manage the stairs in the building. After he left we promised to keep in touch. When he was our neighbour he always loved candles and always stocked up on tea light candles. When I popped up for cups of tea now and again he would give me some tea lights to take home. Anyway, two years after he moved out he was smoking in his bed one night and, sadly, fell asleep, the bed caught fire and the poor soul died in the fire. I was devastated. Two nights after he died, I was in my kitchen at the sink doing the dishes when I heard the letterbox rattle. I went down the hall and opened the door. There was no one there. We had security doors at both entrances to the building and no one had come in or gone out. By the time I got from the kitchen to the front door (2 minutes) I would have heard or seen someone. So I came back inside puzzled, only to find two tea light candles had been put through the letterbox! No one apart from my family knew that he gave me those candles. I will always believe he came back that night. It was creepy I must admit but very true. If someone has a logical explanation for this I would like to hear it.....I wouldn't really!!
My dad died on Christmas eve just gone, we haven't had the funeral yet, it is this coming Tuesday.
My wife was chatting to my stepmum a few days ago about my dad; his likes and dislikes and they got on to the subject of his almost obsessional likeness of beetroot, she likes beetroot however doesn't buy it as it would be wasted, we have just had a Tesco delivery, everything is there however there is one item extra that we hadn't ordered and it isn't on the list; a jar of beetroot!
My wife was chatting to my stepmum a few days ago about my dad; his likes and dislikes and they got on to the subject of his almost obsessional likeness of beetroot, she likes beetroot however doesn't buy it as it would be wasted, we have just had a Tesco delivery, everything is there however there is one item extra that we hadn't ordered and it isn't on the list; a jar of beetroot!
-crookedtail- said:
Pwig said:
Nah, it was written by a traffic cop, and it covered how the car it the only barrier in the motorway which wasn't correctly fitted. It's all just an odd story
http://www.advanced-driving-course.co.uk/articles-...I was never convinced in how genuine this was, I've read it a few times.
Although does make a good, if a bit grusome, story
A coincidence story.
As a kid, we used to go on family holidays to France and stay in Gites all over the place. One year we ended up somewhere in the South.. near the Verdon I think. This particular year, my grandparents joined us and we rented a gite on the square in the center of a wee village in the middle of nowhere.
Across the square there was a French family who were doing a house exchange for their holidays. They came from Arras in the North of France, not far from Calais. They had two girls around the same age as me and my sister at the time, so we spent the holidays playing with them, and one evening the whole family were invited over for dinner. We all got on pretty well.
My grandparents left the holiday early, and drove up through France to get the ferry back to the UK. Somewhere in Normandy, my grandfather had a small accident and ended up in a ditch. A tow truck from a nearby village helped them out but there was some damage to the car that would take a while to repair, but they were assured they'd be on their way the same day. Throughout this, they were introduced to a chap in the village as he could speak a bit of English, and while the car was being repaired they went back to his house for a drink. While he was away getting the drinks, my gran noticed some photos on the mantlepiece and commented to my grandad that they looked like the girls that were staying across the square from us at the Gite. Grandad's comment was something along the lines of "all these French kids look the same" but my Gran persisted and when the old bloke came in with the drinks she just pointed at the photos and named the girls.
He almost dropped the tray, he was their grandfather.
Needless to say our families kept in touch, and my dad ended up being a witness as the eldest daughter's wedding (which we all attended, in kilts to add to the novelty).
As a kid, we used to go on family holidays to France and stay in Gites all over the place. One year we ended up somewhere in the South.. near the Verdon I think. This particular year, my grandparents joined us and we rented a gite on the square in the center of a wee village in the middle of nowhere.
Across the square there was a French family who were doing a house exchange for their holidays. They came from Arras in the North of France, not far from Calais. They had two girls around the same age as me and my sister at the time, so we spent the holidays playing with them, and one evening the whole family were invited over for dinner. We all got on pretty well.
My grandparents left the holiday early, and drove up through France to get the ferry back to the UK. Somewhere in Normandy, my grandfather had a small accident and ended up in a ditch. A tow truck from a nearby village helped them out but there was some damage to the car that would take a while to repair, but they were assured they'd be on their way the same day. Throughout this, they were introduced to a chap in the village as he could speak a bit of English, and while the car was being repaired they went back to his house for a drink. While he was away getting the drinks, my gran noticed some photos on the mantlepiece and commented to my grandad that they looked like the girls that were staying across the square from us at the Gite. Grandad's comment was something along the lines of "all these French kids look the same" but my Gran persisted and when the old bloke came in with the drinks she just pointed at the photos and named the girls.
He almost dropped the tray, he was their grandfather.
Needless to say our families kept in touch, and my dad ended up being a witness as the eldest daughter's wedding (which we all attended, in kilts to add to the novelty).
I have two dogs. They are my best mates. Sad I know.
Yesterday one of them had to go to the vets to get a toe amputated. I've never left him before in his 14 months of life and was worried but knew I'd have to man up, as would he. Yesterday afternoon at about the same time as his op, my ring finger on left hand was in extream pain, like stabbing crippling pain, like someone was trying to push a needle through it. And then after a while the pain faided. Ive never experienced pain in any fingers before. Mad what tricks the brain can play. He had the equivalent dog finger removed At the same time as my finger was in real pain, yet we were 25miles apart. Weird
Yesterday one of them had to go to the vets to get a toe amputated. I've never left him before in his 14 months of life and was worried but knew I'd have to man up, as would he. Yesterday afternoon at about the same time as his op, my ring finger on left hand was in extream pain, like stabbing crippling pain, like someone was trying to push a needle through it. And then after a while the pain faided. Ive never experienced pain in any fingers before. Mad what tricks the brain can play. He had the equivalent dog finger removed At the same time as my finger was in real pain, yet we were 25miles apart. Weird
New Year's Eve, and I came home from the pub at about 8pm as I can't be doing with the falseness of it all.
Anyway, I put a load of music on, on my record deck, lots of old Electro albums from the 80's. Thoroughly enjoying the music, I turned to grab my wine, and something blew on my left elbow (had a t shirt on).
Right, I've watched loads of 'Most Haunted' episodes in the past, so I played it cool. "Er, hello? You're welcome here, but can you do that again please?" I held my left arm out and after a few seconds there was the blast of air to my elbow again.
My missus is always having 'cold' experiences (aarf) around here, and I had some white noise on Friday night too. Never had any issues before in the 7 years I've lived here.
I don't know what to make of it tbh.
Anyway, I put a load of music on, on my record deck, lots of old Electro albums from the 80's. Thoroughly enjoying the music, I turned to grab my wine, and something blew on my left elbow (had a t shirt on).
Right, I've watched loads of 'Most Haunted' episodes in the past, so I played it cool. "Er, hello? You're welcome here, but can you do that again please?" I held my left arm out and after a few seconds there was the blast of air to my elbow again.
My missus is always having 'cold' experiences (aarf) around here, and I had some white noise on Friday night too. Never had any issues before in the 7 years I've lived here.
I don't know what to make of it tbh.
I filmed this some years ago at our place in Malaysia during a very heavy storm. I didn't notice anything as I was filming and there was no one outside the house at the time as I'd just been outside a few minutes earlier.
We tried to recreate the shadow passing by but could not get the same effect. I tried analysing the footage but whatever it was had no detail at all, just a black shadow. To this day still have no idea what this was.
http://youtu.be/zBG_oAFiZS0
Our previous house just outside of Kuala Lumpur was so unnerving we had to leave and move out. One particular room at top floor opposite the bathroom was so 'bad' we stopped going to the top floor. I got chills and goosebumps if I went into the bathroom opposite and had to keep the door to the room closed.
We often had monkeys 'visiting' as we backed onto jungle, they would sometimes climb the walls of the house and yep, they always ended up at that room on the window bars and make an awful noise, rattling the bars like crazy.
When we were moving out I asked some Malaysian guys from the office to collect the home cinema screen we had in 'that' room as it was too big to fit in the car. When they brought it to the new place they looked a bit shaken and said they'd seen an old woman looking down from that room as they were leaving.
We tried to recreate the shadow passing by but could not get the same effect. I tried analysing the footage but whatever it was had no detail at all, just a black shadow. To this day still have no idea what this was.
http://youtu.be/zBG_oAFiZS0
Our previous house just outside of Kuala Lumpur was so unnerving we had to leave and move out. One particular room at top floor opposite the bathroom was so 'bad' we stopped going to the top floor. I got chills and goosebumps if I went into the bathroom opposite and had to keep the door to the room closed.
We often had monkeys 'visiting' as we backed onto jungle, they would sometimes climb the walls of the house and yep, they always ended up at that room on the window bars and make an awful noise, rattling the bars like crazy.
When we were moving out I asked some Malaysian guys from the office to collect the home cinema screen we had in 'that' room as it was too big to fit in the car. When they brought it to the new place they looked a bit shaken and said they'd seen an old woman looking down from that room as they were leaving.
Baz Tench said:
New Year's Eve, and I came home from the pub at about 8pm as I can't be doing with the falseness of it all.
Anyway, I put a load of music on, on my record deck, lots of old Electro albums from the 80's. Thoroughly enjoying the music, I turned to grab my wine, and something blew on my left elbow (had a t shirt on).
Right, I've watched loads of 'Most Haunted' episodes in the past, so I played it cool. "Er, hello? You're welcome here, but can you do that again please?" I held my left arm out and after a few seconds there was the blast of air to my elbow again.
My missus is always having 'cold' experiences (aarf) around here, and I had some white noise on Friday night too. Never had any issues before in the 7 years I've lived here.
I don't know what to make of it tbh.
OK, now draughts are supernatural.Anyway, I put a load of music on, on my record deck, lots of old Electro albums from the 80's. Thoroughly enjoying the music, I turned to grab my wine, and something blew on my left elbow (had a t shirt on).
Right, I've watched loads of 'Most Haunted' episodes in the past, so I played it cool. "Er, hello? You're welcome here, but can you do that again please?" I held my left arm out and after a few seconds there was the blast of air to my elbow again.
My missus is always having 'cold' experiences (aarf) around here, and I had some white noise on Friday night too. Never had any issues before in the 7 years I've lived here.
I don't know what to make of it tbh.
DeuxCentCinq said:
OK, now draughts are supernatural.
Original.All doors, windows and curtains were closed. I was nowhere near either of them anyway. I definitely know the difference from a directionless waft of air and a targeted blast.
Experiences like this will always divide opinion, you have to have it happen to you I suppose, and make your own mind up about it.
I've mentioned it to my mates and have been ragged mercifully for it, but I don't care tbh.
Baz Tench said:
DeuxCentCinq said:
OK, now draughts are supernatural.
Original.All doors, windows and curtains were closed. I was nowhere near either of them anyway. I definitely know the difference from a directionless waft of air and a targeted blast.
Experiences like this will always divide opinion, you have to have it happen to you I suppose, and make your own mind up about it.
I've mentioned it to my mates and have been ragged mercifully for it, but I don't care tbh.
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