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Leftyechochamber said:
Yep, sums it up. I like to see the posts where the people who are more interested in the science side of things have genuinely baffling experiences, but they are sometimes subdued I think, due to some posters trying to stamp on the thread in general.
That in itself is very interesting behaviour indeed.
It's really just expected behaviour from a logical mind. I've been fascinated by James Randi's paranormal challenge for years, and I would love it if somebody came along with something that appeared to be genuinely supernatural, it would be immensely exciting. If you take much of an interest in this stuff though, it's clear that clairvoyants etc. are pretty easily debunked, and we really have no evidence of any paranormal activity taking place with any genuine supporting evidence,That in itself is very interesting behaviour indeed.
I totally understand those who wish for magical stuff to be true, and many people are looking and hoping for strange happenings all of the time. Others chose to inhabit a reality-based world, that's not to say it wouldn't be amazing if something were to be shown to challenge that.
The house we live in dates back to the late 1600’s.
There are a few stories, and i’ve seen some strange lights/orbs in the courtyard..... but i’d also had a few glasses of red as well, so make of that what you will.
The interior of the house is a bit creaky, and there are a few parts that are very dark at night, but we’ve neither seen nor heard anything that would lead to us think the place was haunted.
The only time anything has ever happened is when my wife was alone in the house with our (then) 2 year old. She phoned me up freaked out that he had been stood at the top of the stairs and had pointed down at the bottom and had starting saying “the man, the man... look mummy, the man”
Our current 2 year old has reported no such sightings... and the eldest has never mentioned anything further either.
There are a few stories, and i’ve seen some strange lights/orbs in the courtyard..... but i’d also had a few glasses of red as well, so make of that what you will.
The interior of the house is a bit creaky, and there are a few parts that are very dark at night, but we’ve neither seen nor heard anything that would lead to us think the place was haunted.
The only time anything has ever happened is when my wife was alone in the house with our (then) 2 year old. She phoned me up freaked out that he had been stood at the top of the stairs and had pointed down at the bottom and had starting saying “the man, the man... look mummy, the man”
Our current 2 year old has reported no such sightings... and the eldest has never mentioned anything further either.
I'm reminded of a conversation between 2 of my friends, one a committed atheist, one a committed Christian.
It went roughly like this:
"God doesn't exist because there is no basis for God in science, no proofs have ever been found and actually the entire concept is a logical fallacy."
"Science thinks it has all the answers, but what was there before the big bang? God.
Astrophysics makes up Dark Matter and Black Holes to cover up the fact that there is some deep flaw in our understanding of the universe, which leaves space for God.
Imagine filling out your tax return and if the numbers don't add up just say 'Black Holes' to HMRC!"
Science is not 'a belief like any other' but we also don't have all the answers.
Ghosts, woo, crystal energy, superstition, faith, saluting magpies and all that other stuff makes it easier for confused primates with technology and resources beyond anyone's wildest dreams even 50 years ago, to navigate the world and their emotional life. Fine. Good for you!
Just don't cut my head off because I don't agree.
It went roughly like this:
"God doesn't exist because there is no basis for God in science, no proofs have ever been found and actually the entire concept is a logical fallacy."
"Science thinks it has all the answers, but what was there before the big bang? God.
Astrophysics makes up Dark Matter and Black Holes to cover up the fact that there is some deep flaw in our understanding of the universe, which leaves space for God.
Imagine filling out your tax return and if the numbers don't add up just say 'Black Holes' to HMRC!"
Science is not 'a belief like any other' but we also don't have all the answers.
Ghosts, woo, crystal energy, superstition, faith, saluting magpies and all that other stuff makes it easier for confused primates with technology and resources beyond anyone's wildest dreams even 50 years ago, to navigate the world and their emotional life. Fine. Good for you!
Just don't cut my head off because I don't agree.
Back in the 90’s think around 91 or 92 I visited a pub called the Malt Shovel in a Derbyshire village called Shardlow, midway through the night I went into a small room off the main bar where the cigarette machine was located . As I walked in I noticed and nodded to an old boy who was sat at a table smoking a pipe and he nodded back. He was the only person in the room which was only perhaps 10ft square.
After getting the cigarettes I turned around to say something to him and there was no one there . There was no way he could have left the room without me seeing.
Thought it was very strange but didn’t really think much about it until many years later when I heard a program on the radio investigating the pub which was apparently well known for being haunted although at the time my dad who lived locally knew nothing about it.
If I did imagine it it seems very strange that so many other people have imagined the same thing
After getting the cigarettes I turned around to say something to him and there was no one there . There was no way he could have left the room without me seeing.
Thought it was very strange but didn’t really think much about it until many years later when I heard a program on the radio investigating the pub which was apparently well known for being haunted although at the time my dad who lived locally knew nothing about it.
If I did imagine it it seems very strange that so many other people have imagined the same thing
liner33 said:
Back in the 90’s think around 91 or 92 I visited a pub called the Malt Shovel in a Derbyshire village called Shardlow, midway through the night I went into a small room off the main bar where the cigarette machine was located . As I walked in I noticed and nodded to an old boy who was sat at a table smoking a pipe and he nodded back. He was the only person in the room which was only perhaps 10ft square.
After getting the cigarettes I turned around to say something to him and there was no one there . There was no way he could have left the room without me seeing.
Thought it was very strange but didn’t really think much about it until many years later when I heard a program on the radio investigating the pub which was apparently well known for being haunted although at the time my dad who lived locally knew nothing about it.
If I did imagine it it seems very strange that so many other people have imagined the same thing
The Malt Shovel rings a bell, I’m remember listening to a ghost hunting radio programme from there years ago.After getting the cigarettes I turned around to say something to him and there was no one there . There was no way he could have left the room without me seeing.
Thought it was very strange but didn’t really think much about it until many years later when I heard a program on the radio investigating the pub which was apparently well known for being haunted although at the time my dad who lived locally knew nothing about it.
If I did imagine it it seems very strange that so many other people have imagined the same thing
liner33 said:
Back in the 90’s think around 91 or 92 I visited a pub called the Malt Shovel in a Derbyshire village called Shardlow, midway through the night I went into a small room off the main bar where the cigarette machine was located . As I walked in I noticed and nodded to an old boy who was sat at a table smoking a pipe and he nodded back. He was the only person in the room which was only perhaps 10ft square.
After getting the cigarettes I turned around to say something to him and there was no one there . There was no way he could have left the room without me seeing.
Thought it was very strange but didn’t really think much about it until many years later when I heard a program on the radio investigating the pub which was apparently well known for being haunted although at the time my dad who lived locally knew nothing about it.
If I did imagine it it seems very strange that so many other people have imagined the same thing
Variations on this kind of theme are perhaps the most popular ghost stories, this one is rather like that of the long-dead girl in the pub that was in the thread a bit earlier. I even have one from my own childhood, my brother thought he saw an old man leaning on some railings at a school, and we were all freaked out to learn this was supposedly a long-dead fellow who used to teach there.After getting the cigarettes I turned around to say something to him and there was no one there . There was no way he could have left the room without me seeing.
Thought it was very strange but didn’t really think much about it until many years later when I heard a program on the radio investigating the pub which was apparently well known for being haunted although at the time my dad who lived locally knew nothing about it.
If I did imagine it it seems very strange that so many other people have imagined the same thing
It's curious how in the modern world with CCTV covering every square foot of our landscape in many cases, and with almost everyone carrying an HD camera with them at all times, we have little/nothing recorded that is not easily debunkable.
That's not to doubt your tale, L33, which was, after all, before these devices became ubiquitous.
liner33 said:
There are channels on YouTube entirely devoted to footage of ghosts but as I have said before there is no footage that would ever truly convince anyone who didn't already believe or was willing to accept the possibility at least.
The problem here is that literally thousands of people have been trying to fake this sort of thing since the invention of the camera, and there have been many cases where some pretty credible-looking 'evidence' has been presented. For example, many 'ghosts', UFOs, Loch Ness monster, etc. That's why something like the James Randi challenge is so appealing. There's nowhere to hide, it's all very fair and above board, and anyone on the planet has been welcome to present anything they have and have been free to do so for decades. Problem is, for the supernaturalists, nobody has come up with anything, ever, despite some very creative attempts by some very motivated people to circumnavigate the fair-play setup.
As I said earlier, I'd be delighted if something was produced that appeared to be genuinely supernatural, it would be very exciting to explore what was taking place.
RammyMP said:
liner33 said:
Back in the 90’s think around 91 or 92 I visited a pub called the Malt Shovel in a Derbyshire village called Shardlow, midway through the night I went into a small room off the main bar where the cigarette machine was located . As I walked in I noticed and nodded to an old boy who was sat at a table smoking a pipe and he nodded back. He was the only person in the room which was only perhaps 10ft square.
After getting the cigarettes I turned around to say something to him and there was no one there . There was no way he could have left the room without me seeing.
Thought it was very strange but didn’t really think much about it until many years later when I heard a program on the radio investigating the pub which was apparently well known for being haunted although at the time my dad who lived locally knew nothing about it.
If I did imagine it it seems very strange that so many other people have imagined the same thing
The Malt Shovel rings a bell, I’m remember listening to a ghost hunting radio programme from there years ago.After getting the cigarettes I turned around to say something to him and there was no one there . There was no way he could have left the room without me seeing.
Thought it was very strange but didn’t really think much about it until many years later when I heard a program on the radio investigating the pub which was apparently well known for being haunted although at the time my dad who lived locally knew nothing about it.
If I did imagine it it seems very strange that so many other people have imagined the same thing
Having tales of a conveniently installed ghost never did the trade of charming old pubs any harm either. If they had werewolves in the carpark tearing the throats out of punters on a regular basis the effect on trade might be different, but curiously you don't hear much about that sort of thing.
eharding said:
If only there was some way to account for this strange association between pubs and ghosts - it isn't as if these establishments exist for the expressed purpose of the sale and consumption of an intoxicating substance with known hallucinogenic side effects....
Having tales of a conveniently installed ghost never did the trade of charming old pubs any harm either. If they had werewolves in the carpark tearing the throats out of punters on a regular basis the effect on trade might be different, but curiously you don't hear much about that sort of thing.
Having tales of a conveniently installed ghost never did the trade of charming old pubs any harm either. If they had werewolves in the carpark tearing the throats out of punters on a regular basis the effect on trade might be different, but curiously you don't hear much about that sort of thing.
I'll be 45 in a couple of weeks. Never seen a ghost.
In 1981, when I was 5 (exactly 1 year before the folks divorced) we went camping. My dad hired a car for the occasion: a vomit yellow Lada estate. We weren't well off.
Wales was the location. 1 week pitching a tent in which mum and dad, brother and sister and I slept. It was fun, I seem to remember. What I definitely recall is a point on our journey back to Salisbury, from whence we came: we drove past a field, freshly ploughed. Dark earth exposed, no green visible at all. I had a really bad feeling, in my stomach, as we drove. The saddest feeling I've ever known. 40 years later my guts still drop when I think about it. It's stayed with me my whole life.
It bugged me, for years. In my mid 20's I asked my mum if she remembered this journey. She did:apparently I burst into tears, out of the blue. Hysterical, she said. I asked her, as a grown man, where was it this happened. "Aberfan" she said.
I still think of it today.
In 1981, when I was 5 (exactly 1 year before the folks divorced) we went camping. My dad hired a car for the occasion: a vomit yellow Lada estate. We weren't well off.
Wales was the location. 1 week pitching a tent in which mum and dad, brother and sister and I slept. It was fun, I seem to remember. What I definitely recall is a point on our journey back to Salisbury, from whence we came: we drove past a field, freshly ploughed. Dark earth exposed, no green visible at all. I had a really bad feeling, in my stomach, as we drove. The saddest feeling I've ever known. 40 years later my guts still drop when I think about it. It's stayed with me my whole life.
It bugged me, for years. In my mid 20's I asked my mum if she remembered this journey. She did:apparently I burst into tears, out of the blue. Hysterical, she said. I asked her, as a grown man, where was it this happened. "Aberfan" she said.
I still think of it today.
Brooksay said:
I'll be 45 in a couple of weeks. Never seen a ghost.
In 1981, when I was 5 (exactly 1 year before the folks divorced) we went camping. My dad hired a car for the occasion: a vomit yellow Lada estate. We weren't well off.
Wales was the location. 1 week pitching a tent in which mum and dad, brother and sister and I slept. It was fun, I seem to remember. What I definitely recall is a point on our journey back to Salisbury, from whence we came: we drove past a field, freshly ploughed. Dark earth exposed, no green visible at all. I had a really bad feeling, in my stomach, as we drove. The saddest feeling I've ever known. 40 years later my guts still drop when I think about it. It's stayed with me my whole life.
It bugged me, for years. In my mid 20's I asked my mum if she remembered this journey. She did:apparently I burst into tears, out of the blue. Hysterical, she said. I asked her, as a grown man, where was it this happened. "Aberfan" she said.
I still think of it today.
That's a fascinating story and one that, at face value, seems genuinely eerie.In 1981, when I was 5 (exactly 1 year before the folks divorced) we went camping. My dad hired a car for the occasion: a vomit yellow Lada estate. We weren't well off.
Wales was the location. 1 week pitching a tent in which mum and dad, brother and sister and I slept. It was fun, I seem to remember. What I definitely recall is a point on our journey back to Salisbury, from whence we came: we drove past a field, freshly ploughed. Dark earth exposed, no green visible at all. I had a really bad feeling, in my stomach, as we drove. The saddest feeling I've ever known. 40 years later my guts still drop when I think about it. It's stayed with me my whole life.
It bugged me, for years. In my mid 20's I asked my mum if she remembered this journey. She did:apparently I burst into tears, out of the blue. Hysterical, she said. I asked her, as a grown man, where was it this happened. "Aberfan" she said.
I still think of it today.
Leftyechochamber said:
Who_Goes_Blue said:
I come for the spooky stories
I leave due to the divs that have to tell everyone they dont like spooky stories
Yep, sums it up. I like to see the posts where the people who are more interested in the science side of things have genuinely baffling experiences, but they are sometimes subdued I think, due to some posters trying to stamp on the thread in general. I leave due to the divs that have to tell everyone they dont like spooky stories
paulguitar said:
Brooksay said:
I'll be 45 in a couple of weeks. Never seen a ghost.
In 1981, when I was 5 (exactly 1 year before the folks divorced) we went camping. My dad hired a car for the occasion: a vomit yellow Lada estate. We weren't well off.
Wales was the location. 1 week pitching a tent in which mum and dad, brother and sister and I slept. It was fun, I seem to remember. What I definitely recall is a point on our journey back to Salisbury, from whence we came: we drove past a field, freshly ploughed. Dark earth exposed, no green visible at all. I had a really bad feeling, in my stomach, as we drove. The saddest feeling I've ever known. 40 years later my guts still drop when I think about it. It's stayed with me my whole life.
It bugged me, for years. In my mid 20's I asked my mum if she remembered this journey. She did:apparently I burst into tears, out of the blue. Hysterical, she said. I asked her, as a grown man, where was it this happened. "Aberfan" she said.
I still think of it today.
That's a fascinating story and one that, at face value, seems genuinely eerie.In 1981, when I was 5 (exactly 1 year before the folks divorced) we went camping. My dad hired a car for the occasion: a vomit yellow Lada estate. We weren't well off.
Wales was the location. 1 week pitching a tent in which mum and dad, brother and sister and I slept. It was fun, I seem to remember. What I definitely recall is a point on our journey back to Salisbury, from whence we came: we drove past a field, freshly ploughed. Dark earth exposed, no green visible at all. I had a really bad feeling, in my stomach, as we drove. The saddest feeling I've ever known. 40 years later my guts still drop when I think about it. It's stayed with me my whole life.
It bugged me, for years. In my mid 20's I asked my mum if she remembered this journey. She did:apparently I burst into tears, out of the blue. Hysterical, she said. I asked her, as a grown man, where was it this happened. "Aberfan" she said.
I still think of it today.
Don't remotely believe in it at all but I do have an odd encounter.
15 years ago, after being home from Uni for the weekend my brother and I left Morayshire for Edinburgh quite late on the Sunday (preferred to drive down the A9 when quiet). The A940 aka "Old Military Road" is a great road for a midnight blast in a 318is and I was driving. My brother dozed off a bit. As I was snaking through the many twists and turns.
It's dark but the moon is bright... a sharp intake of breath as my headlights illuminate a tall fella in a kilt by the side of the road so I brake a tad. I was already off the throttle in anticipation of the next corner ahead but it shook me a little that I could have struck this bugger walking against traffic so late at night...
It was just this sign, the lights must have been playing tricks with my eyes.
Anyway. My brother, sort of coming to from his catnap and readjusting himself in the passenger seat goes: "f
k me min, I thought that fker was going to jump out in front of us!"
Make of that what you will. He's an absolute fiend for horror movies and ghost tales but I'm not but there was absolutely zero indication of someone else's presence from me apart from slowing down slightly. When I asked "Who?" he described the same figure I saw. We laughed it off, what a load of bks. (Then we switched on all the interior lights and turned up the radio so we wouldn't see or hear whatever was coming to steal our souls!)
15 years ago, after being home from Uni for the weekend my brother and I left Morayshire for Edinburgh quite late on the Sunday (preferred to drive down the A9 when quiet). The A940 aka "Old Military Road" is a great road for a midnight blast in a 318is and I was driving. My brother dozed off a bit. As I was snaking through the many twists and turns.
It's dark but the moon is bright... a sharp intake of breath as my headlights illuminate a tall fella in a kilt by the side of the road so I brake a tad. I was already off the throttle in anticipation of the next corner ahead but it shook me a little that I could have struck this bugger walking against traffic so late at night...
It was just this sign, the lights must have been playing tricks with my eyes.
Anyway. My brother, sort of coming to from his catnap and readjusting himself in the passenger seat goes: "f
k me min, I thought that fker was going to jump out in front of us!"Make of that what you will. He's an absolute fiend for horror movies and ghost tales but I'm not but there was absolutely zero indication of someone else's presence from me apart from slowing down slightly. When I asked "Who?" he described the same figure I saw. We laughed it off, what a load of b
ks. (Then we switched on all the interior lights and turned up the radio so we wouldn't see or hear whatever was coming to steal our souls!)Brooksay said:
paulguitar said:
Brooksay said:
I'll be 45 in a couple of weeks. Never seen a ghost.
In 1981, when I was 5 (exactly 1 year before the folks divorced) we went camping. My dad hired a car for the occasion: a vomit yellow Lada estate. We weren't well off.
Wales was the location. 1 week pitching a tent in which mum and dad, brother and sister and I slept. It was fun, I seem to remember. What I definitely recall is a point on our journey back to Salisbury, from whence we came: we drove past a field, freshly ploughed. Dark earth exposed, no green visible at all. I had a really bad feeling, in my stomach, as we drove. The saddest feeling I've ever known. 40 years later my guts still drop when I think about it. It's stayed with me my whole life.
It bugged me, for years. In my mid 20's I asked my mum if she remembered this journey. She did:apparently I burst into tears, out of the blue. Hysterical, she said. I asked her, as a grown man, where was it this happened. "Aberfan" she said.
I still think of it today.
That's a fascinating story and one that, at face value, seems genuinely eerie.In 1981, when I was 5 (exactly 1 year before the folks divorced) we went camping. My dad hired a car for the occasion: a vomit yellow Lada estate. We weren't well off.
Wales was the location. 1 week pitching a tent in which mum and dad, brother and sister and I slept. It was fun, I seem to remember. What I definitely recall is a point on our journey back to Salisbury, from whence we came: we drove past a field, freshly ploughed. Dark earth exposed, no green visible at all. I had a really bad feeling, in my stomach, as we drove. The saddest feeling I've ever known. 40 years later my guts still drop when I think about it. It's stayed with me my whole life.
It bugged me, for years. In my mid 20's I asked my mum if she remembered this journey. She did:apparently I burst into tears, out of the blue. Hysterical, she said. I asked her, as a grown man, where was it this happened. "Aberfan" she said.
I still think of it today.
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