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eharding said:
Robbo 27 said:
eharding said:
Robbo 27 said:
^^^
Well said.
The stories based on experience are worth reading, the doubters and the criticisers should jind somethingelse to moan about.
So, for the umpteenth time - what was the name of this pub? Even a town or village? Stories based on experience are one thing - your continued avoidance of answering even the most basic questions makes it look increasingly like a work of fiction. Well said.
The stories based on experience are worth reading, the doubters and the criticisers should jind somethingelse to moan about.
Edited by eharding on Saturday 10th April 15:46
My sister was about 40 at the time, I didn't ask the name of the pub or the name of the pub, she doesn't live in Derbyshire, and neither do I. The name of the pub or the town it was in was not relevant to her or to me, just you apparently.
I presume by the style of your responses that you are a teenager, really, go and play somewhere else sonny.
Which is odd. Very odd, in fact. Because the last time you told us this story - here - the details were slightly different:
On Friday 12th May 2017 Robbo 27 said:
Have told this story before on another thread. Was travelling in Derbyshire, myself, wife and her sister. stopped at an old pub for lunch. Sister in law needed a pee and went upstairs. Whilst she was there, washing her hands a small girl, about 8 years old started talking to her, weather and stuff. The girl said her father was the landlord. Sister in law came downstairs, said to the landlord she had just been talking to his daughter, you would have a job he said, she is in Edinburgh. He asked what she looked like and was told a small girl about 8, long dress.
'You have seen Mary, she lived here about 1830, died in a fire'.
In that version, you *do* claim to have been present, and it was your sister-in-law, rather than your sister, who saw the ghoul, it was apparently the ghost who started the conversation, and no mention of the landlord's wife in that one. We've also shifted the date of the fire by fifty years.'You have seen Mary, she lived here about 1830, died in a fire'.
I'm all ears when it comes to genuine experiences. Made up piles of massive steaming hairy cobblers, regurgitated (badly) at intervals for who-knows-what reason, not so much. The psychologists might be interested in as to why you feel the need to do so, however.
If you have an explanation, I'm genuinely gagging to hear it.
BT Summers said:
eharding said:
Robbo 27 said:
eharding said:
Robbo 27 said:
^^^
Well said.
The stories based on experience are worth reading, the doubters and the criticisers should jind somethingelse to moan about.
So, for the umpteenth time - what was the name of this pub? Even a town or village? Stories based on experience are one thing - your continued avoidance of answering even the most basic questions makes it look increasingly like a work of fiction. Well said.
The stories based on experience are worth reading, the doubters and the criticisers should jind somethingelse to moan about.
Edited by eharding on Saturday 10th April 15:46
My sister was about 40 at the time, I didn't ask the name of the pub or the name of the pub, she doesn't live in Derbyshire, and neither do I. The name of the pub or the town it was in was not relevant to her or to me, just you apparently.
I presume by the style of your responses that you are a teenager, really, go and play somewhere else sonny.
Which is odd. Very odd, in fact. Because the last time you told us this story - here - the details were slightly different:
On Friday 12th May 2017 Robbo 27 said:
Have told this story before on another thread. Was travelling in Derbyshire, myself, wife and her sister. stopped at an old pub for lunch. Sister in law needed a pee and went upstairs. Whilst she was there, washing her hands a small girl, about 8 years old started talking to her, weather and stuff. The girl said her father was the landlord. Sister in law came downstairs, said to the landlord she had just been talking to his daughter, you would have a job he said, she is in Edinburgh. He asked what she looked like and was told a small girl about 8, long dress.
'You have seen Mary, she lived here about 1830, died in a fire'.
In that version, you *do* claim to have been present, and it was your sister-in-law, rather than your sister, who saw the ghoul, it was apparently the ghost who started the conversation, and no mention of the landlord's wife in that one. We've also shifted the date of the fire by fifty years.'You have seen Mary, she lived here about 1830, died in a fire'.
I'm all ears when it comes to genuine experiences. Made up piles of massive steaming hairy cobblers, regurgitated (badly) at intervals for who-knows-what reason, not so much. The psychologists might be interested in as to why you feel the need to do so, however.
If you have an explanation, I'm genuinely gagging to hear it.
The only paranormal event surrounding the whole thing is that PH search was able to locate the previous incarnation.
BT Summers said:
Isn't thessence of both posts the same? Rob Johnson from his fountain pen posts must be in his 70s, and logically this event happened perhaps 30 years ago, his original post was 4 years ago
Not sure I would get all the details right after this length of time.
I'm pretty sure I'd remember whether or not I was actually there when the event happened.Not sure I would get all the details right after this length of time.
If your memory is that shot that you can't even remember that basic detail then you're well down the road to dribbling gagaville - which then makes the whole thing being some unconscious personalisation of a half-remembered ghost story rather than a deliberate fabrication more likely, I'll admit - but when you're that far gone being able to post on PH isn't really an option. Mostly.
Wiltshire, early 80’s went to look at an empty cottage for sale with my mother and a friend of hers. Looked at around the house and went back into what would be the sitting room. There was a loud bang from the hallway and then a sound like a ruler being ‘twanged’ on a desk...We ran into the hallway and the stair banister was rapidly vibrating side to side and not stopping. Left the property quite rapidly and the vibrating banister could still be heard with the front door locked ...parents didn’t buy the house but I eventually went to school with the son of the people that did buy it, he told me a section of the house was not used as very odd things had happened since moving in so he was not allowed in that part of the house, they sold it less than a year after buying it.
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k knows what that was all about, it was a very old house, 3 of use saw it happen, there was no cellar and barely any electrics/plumbing, it was very odd.
Mid 90’s I’m living in France in my early 20’s and have been asked to gut the top floor of an old farmhouse in SW France for friends of my folks. The house was on 3 floors and the previous owner (now deceased) had put a load of stud/ plaster board work on the top floor and they wanted it removed.
Drove down there, house was completely empty. Cellar empty, ground floor empty, just one large room and a kitchen and a bathroom, top floor was the floor to gut. It was about 2 hours from where I lived so I drove down after lunch to have a look and start work the next morning. To cut a long shorty short, set up my sleeping back on the main floor put my cool box in the empty kitchen, drove into the local town for some food and came back to sleep in readiness to start work the next day.
Struggling to get to sleep as it was a warm evening I heard a tapping noise underneath my pillow (I was sleeping on the floor), didn’t think much about that until the tapping noise was now above my head, like 3 or 4 knocks on a door, then the tapping was across the other side of empty room, then it would come back to above my head then under my head, it was rather odd, then it stopped. I have to say I was starting to st myself a little bit. The kitchen door was closed and close to where I was trying to sleep, as I said the only thing in there was my cool box. After a few minutes rest from the knocking noises there was a violent sound of smashing glass from the kitchen almost like someone has a sack full of glass and was smashing it against the wall, I was now genuinely frozen to the spot, I couldn’t move. The smashing would stop and within a few minutes the tapping noise would be above my head and then under and then across the other side of the room. This would then stop and the smashing would start again from the kitchen. It went on all night and I was genuinely frozen, I couldn’t move.
As the sun rose every stopped and I got up and went to the kitchen genuinely expecting everything to be smashed to pieces but my cool box was in the same place I left it.
I spend most of the morning trying to find anything that could have made to noises, pipes, electrics etc the house was very isolated and nothing else for miles around.
I do not believe in ghosts but I have to say that was the weirdest thing that ever happened to me and I would love an explanation...I wasn’t the same for months after that experience!
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k knows what that was all about, it was a very old house, 3 of use saw it happen, there was no cellar and barely any electrics/plumbing, it was very odd. Mid 90’s I’m living in France in my early 20’s and have been asked to gut the top floor of an old farmhouse in SW France for friends of my folks. The house was on 3 floors and the previous owner (now deceased) had put a load of stud/ plaster board work on the top floor and they wanted it removed.
Drove down there, house was completely empty. Cellar empty, ground floor empty, just one large room and a kitchen and a bathroom, top floor was the floor to gut. It was about 2 hours from where I lived so I drove down after lunch to have a look and start work the next morning. To cut a long shorty short, set up my sleeping back on the main floor put my cool box in the empty kitchen, drove into the local town for some food and came back to sleep in readiness to start work the next day.
Struggling to get to sleep as it was a warm evening I heard a tapping noise underneath my pillow (I was sleeping on the floor), didn’t think much about that until the tapping noise was now above my head, like 3 or 4 knocks on a door, then the tapping was across the other side of empty room, then it would come back to above my head then under my head, it was rather odd, then it stopped. I have to say I was starting to s
t myself a little bit. The kitchen door was closed and close to where I was trying to sleep, as I said the only thing in there was my cool box. After a few minutes rest from the knocking noises there was a violent sound of smashing glass from the kitchen almost like someone has a sack full of glass and was smashing it against the wall, I was now genuinely frozen to the spot, I couldn’t move. The smashing would stop and within a few minutes the tapping noise would be above my head and then under and then across the other side of the room. This would then stop and the smashing would start again from the kitchen. It went on all night and I was genuinely frozen, I couldn’t move. As the sun rose every stopped and I got up and went to the kitchen genuinely expecting everything to be smashed to pieces but my cool box was in the same place I left it.
I spend most of the morning trying to find anything that could have made to noises, pipes, electrics etc the house was very isolated and nothing else for miles around.
I do not believe in ghosts but I have to say that was the weirdest thing that ever happened to me and I would love an explanation...I wasn’t the same for months after that experience!
cullen said:
Wiltshire, early 80’s went to look at an empty cottage for sale with my mother and a friend of hers. Looked at around the house and went back into what would be the sitting room. There was a loud bang from the hallway and then a sound like a ruler being ‘twanged’ on a desk...We ran into the hallway and the stair banister was rapidly vibrating side to side and not stopping. Left the property quite rapidly and the vibrating banister could still be heard with the front door locked ...parents didn’t buy the house but I eventually went to school with the son of the people that did buy it, he told me a section of the house was not used as very odd things had happened since moving in so he was not allowed in that part of the house, they sold it less than a year after buying it.
fk knows what that was all about, it was a very old house, 3 of use saw it happen, there was no cellar and barely any electrics/plumbing, it was very odd.
Mid 90’s I’m living in France in my early 20’s and have been asked to gut the top floor of an old farmhouse in SW France for friends of my folks. The house was on 3 floors and the previous owner (now deceased) had put a load of stud/ plaster board work on the top floor and they wanted it removed.
Drove down there, house was completely empty. Cellar empty, ground floor empty, just one large room and a kitchen and a bathroom, top floor was the floor to gut. It was about 2 hours from where I lived so I drove down after lunch to have a look and start work the next morning. To cut a long shorty short, set up my sleeping back on the main floor put my cool box in the empty kitchen, drove into the local town for some food and came back to sleep in readiness to start work the next day.
Struggling to get to sleep as it was a warm evening I heard a tapping noise underneath my pillow (I was sleeping on the floor), didn’t think much about that until the tapping noise was now above my head, like 3 or 4 knocks on a door, then the tapping was across the other side of empty room, then it would come back to above my head then under my head, it was rather odd, then it stopped. I have to say I was starting to st myself a little bit. The kitchen door was closed and close to where I was trying to sleep, as I said the only thing in there was my cool box. After a few minutes rest from the knocking noises there was a violent sound of smashing glass from the kitchen almost like someone has a sack full of glass and was smashing it against the wall, I was now genuinely frozen to the spot, I couldn’t move. The smashing would stop and within a few minutes the tapping noise would be above my head and then under and then across the other side of the room. This would then stop and the smashing would start again from the kitchen. It went on all night and I was genuinely frozen, I couldn’t move.
As the sun rose every stopped and I got up and went to the kitchen genuinely expecting everything to be smashed to pieces but my cool box was in the same place I left it.
I spend most of the morning trying to find anything that could have made to noises, pipes, electrics etc the house was very isolated and nothing else for miles around.
I do not believe in ghosts but I have to say that was the weirdest thing that ever happened to me and I would love an explanation...I wasn’t the same for months after that experience!
Interesting indeed! A hell of a lot to make sense of there.f
k knows what that was all about, it was a very old house, 3 of use saw it happen, there was no cellar and barely any electrics/plumbing, it was very odd. Mid 90’s I’m living in France in my early 20’s and have been asked to gut the top floor of an old farmhouse in SW France for friends of my folks. The house was on 3 floors and the previous owner (now deceased) had put a load of stud/ plaster board work on the top floor and they wanted it removed.
Drove down there, house was completely empty. Cellar empty, ground floor empty, just one large room and a kitchen and a bathroom, top floor was the floor to gut. It was about 2 hours from where I lived so I drove down after lunch to have a look and start work the next morning. To cut a long shorty short, set up my sleeping back on the main floor put my cool box in the empty kitchen, drove into the local town for some food and came back to sleep in readiness to start work the next day.
Struggling to get to sleep as it was a warm evening I heard a tapping noise underneath my pillow (I was sleeping on the floor), didn’t think much about that until the tapping noise was now above my head, like 3 or 4 knocks on a door, then the tapping was across the other side of empty room, then it would come back to above my head then under my head, it was rather odd, then it stopped. I have to say I was starting to s
t myself a little bit. The kitchen door was closed and close to where I was trying to sleep, as I said the only thing in there was my cool box. After a few minutes rest from the knocking noises there was a violent sound of smashing glass from the kitchen almost like someone has a sack full of glass and was smashing it against the wall, I was now genuinely frozen to the spot, I couldn’t move. The smashing would stop and within a few minutes the tapping noise would be above my head and then under and then across the other side of the room. This would then stop and the smashing would start again from the kitchen. It went on all night and I was genuinely frozen, I couldn’t move. As the sun rose every stopped and I got up and went to the kitchen genuinely expecting everything to be smashed to pieces but my cool box was in the same place I left it.
I spend most of the morning trying to find anything that could have made to noises, pipes, electrics etc the house was very isolated and nothing else for miles around.
I do not believe in ghosts but I have to say that was the weirdest thing that ever happened to me and I would love an explanation...I wasn’t the same for months after that experience!
Bright Halo said:
Thanks for posting BH, the writer has damn bigger balls than I have, I would have run a mile.
Export56 said:
Ghosts are as real as Uri Gellers abilities, ie fake. Anyhow as Pilkington says, how come ghosts are always some Victorian old woman, how come you never see them in tracksuits?
Your mind plays tricks, that's it, some peoples more than others.
Also, there is clearly a strong attachment to the 'urban myth' as we saw earlier with the 'girl in pub' story. Your mind plays tricks, that's it, some peoples more than others.
I have a book of these that I always found fascinating, and perhaps the most interesting thing of all is the commitment of some folks to keep these myths circulating.
Here's the book:
Some of the tales might be familiar:
1. Insect bite on holiday abroad later results in a lump bursting and hundreds of spiders emerging.
2. Wronged wife sells cheating husband's Jaguar for £10
3. Escaped lunatic bangs severed head on a car roof.
4. Versions of the 'girl in pub' story mentioned above.
Etc etc...
cullen said:
Wiltshire, early 80’s went to look at an empty cottage for sale with my mother and a friend of hers. Looked at around the house and went back into what would be the sitting room. There was a loud bang from the hallway and then a sound like a ruler being ‘twanged’ on a desk...We ran into the hallway and the stair banister was rapidly vibrating side to side and not stopping. Left the property quite rapidly and the vibrating banister could still be heard with the front door locked ...parents didn’t buy the house but I eventually went to school with the son of the people that did buy it, he told me a section of the house was not used as very odd things had happened since moving in so he was not allowed in that part of the house, they sold it less than a year after buying it.
fk knows what that was all about, it was a very old house, 3 of use saw it happen, there was no cellar and barely any electrics/plumbing, it was very odd.
Mid 90’s I’m living in France in my early 20’s and have been asked to gut the top floor of an old farmhouse in SW France for friends of my folks. The house was on 3 floors and the previous owner (now deceased) had put a load of stud/ plaster board work on the top floor and they wanted it removed.
Drove down there, house was completely empty. Cellar empty, ground floor empty, just one large room and a kitchen and a bathroom, top floor was the floor to gut. It was about 2 hours from where I lived so I drove down after lunch to have a look and start work the next morning. To cut a long shorty short, set up my sleeping back on the main floor put my cool box in the empty kitchen, drove into the local town for some food and came back to sleep in readiness to start work the next day.
Struggling to get to sleep as it was a warm evening I heard a tapping noise underneath my pillow (I was sleeping on the floor), didn’t think much about that until the tapping noise was now above my head, like 3 or 4 knocks on a door, then the tapping was across the other side of empty room, then it would come back to above my head then under my head, it was rather odd, then it stopped. I have to say I was starting to st myself a little bit. The kitchen door was closed and close to where I was trying to sleep, as I said the only thing in there was my cool box. After a few minutes rest from the knocking noises there was a violent sound of smashing glass from the kitchen almost like someone has a sack full of glass and was smashing it against the wall, I was now genuinely frozen to the spot, I couldn’t move. The smashing would stop and within a few minutes the tapping noise would be above my head and then under and then across the other side of the room. This would then stop and the smashing would start again from the kitchen. It went on all night and I was genuinely frozen, I couldn’t move.
As the sun rose every stopped and I got up and went to the kitchen genuinely expecting everything to be smashed to pieces but my cool box was in the same place I left it.
I spend most of the morning trying to find anything that could have made to noises, pipes, electrics etc the house was very isolated and nothing else for miles around.
I do not believe in ghosts but I have to say that was the weirdest thing that ever happened to me and I would love an explanation...I wasn’t the same for months after that experience!
The first event - sounds like some sort of stress relief in the structure of the building, or some localised geological disturbance? You'd need a trained geologist to expand on the possibilities of the latter......f
k knows what that was all about, it was a very old house, 3 of use saw it happen, there was no cellar and barely any electrics/plumbing, it was very odd. Mid 90’s I’m living in France in my early 20’s and have been asked to gut the top floor of an old farmhouse in SW France for friends of my folks. The house was on 3 floors and the previous owner (now deceased) had put a load of stud/ plaster board work on the top floor and they wanted it removed.
Drove down there, house was completely empty. Cellar empty, ground floor empty, just one large room and a kitchen and a bathroom, top floor was the floor to gut. It was about 2 hours from where I lived so I drove down after lunch to have a look and start work the next morning. To cut a long shorty short, set up my sleeping back on the main floor put my cool box in the empty kitchen, drove into the local town for some food and came back to sleep in readiness to start work the next day.
Struggling to get to sleep as it was a warm evening I heard a tapping noise underneath my pillow (I was sleeping on the floor), didn’t think much about that until the tapping noise was now above my head, like 3 or 4 knocks on a door, then the tapping was across the other side of empty room, then it would come back to above my head then under my head, it was rather odd, then it stopped. I have to say I was starting to s
t myself a little bit. The kitchen door was closed and close to where I was trying to sleep, as I said the only thing in there was my cool box. After a few minutes rest from the knocking noises there was a violent sound of smashing glass from the kitchen almost like someone has a sack full of glass and was smashing it against the wall, I was now genuinely frozen to the spot, I couldn’t move. The smashing would stop and within a few minutes the tapping noise would be above my head and then under and then across the other side of the room. This would then stop and the smashing would start again from the kitchen. It went on all night and I was genuinely frozen, I couldn’t move. As the sun rose every stopped and I got up and went to the kitchen genuinely expecting everything to be smashed to pieces but my cool box was in the same place I left it.
I spend most of the morning trying to find anything that could have made to noises, pipes, electrics etc the house was very isolated and nothing else for miles around.
I do not believe in ghosts but I have to say that was the weirdest thing that ever happened to me and I would love an explanation...I wasn’t the same for months after that experience!
For the second one, try googling "Epilepsy breaking glass" or "Exploding head syndrome". When you say "I was genuinely frozen, I couldn’t move" was that through fear, or a physical inability to move?
Edited by eharding on Sunday 11th April 08:57
Here's my own experience....
I used to share a house with a lad who generally worked away so I was usually alone in the house.
One night I was soundly asleep when I became aware of a presence in the room. Enough that I woke up.
As I looked across the room stood in the middle was this human shaped shadow - more of an absence of light. It seemed to radiate malevolence.
It was utterly terrifying. I was instantly out of bed and across the room with my hands around where the throat would be. Except there was nothing to grip. The shadow just seemed to evaporate.
Classic case of night terrors... Never had it before or after. But without knowing it's a thing I'd have been convinced it was a ghost or demon.
Had to sleep with my head under the quilted shield of steel after that
I used to share a house with a lad who generally worked away so I was usually alone in the house.
One night I was soundly asleep when I became aware of a presence in the room. Enough that I woke up.
As I looked across the room stood in the middle was this human shaped shadow - more of an absence of light. It seemed to radiate malevolence.
It was utterly terrifying. I was instantly out of bed and across the room with my hands around where the throat would be. Except there was nothing to grip. The shadow just seemed to evaporate.
Classic case of night terrors... Never had it before or after. But without knowing it's a thing I'd have been convinced it was a ghost or demon.
Had to sleep with my head under the quilted shield of steel after that
In 1993 a driver from Pocklington depot was killed in a bus crash at Wilberfoss when the bus he was driving was hit by a lorry that jacknifed. There have been several times late at night when I have been in the depot on my own that I have sensed him there with me, never seen him as such just had a feeling he was there making sure I was OK.
Quite a lot of these encounters could be explained by sleep paralysis - I've had it occasionally and very mildly, I was sort of aware what was going on but it's very strange being awake but unable to actually move.
I work with a guy who gets it regularly and sees shapes, shadows and sometimes people
he knows what it is when it happens now but it still freaks him out!
Some of them could also be lucid dreaming as well.
Obviously it doesn't explain all of them, but the ones when people start off asleep, or when they are going to sleep or waking up could be explained by it.
That, or carbon monoxide! If you start feeling sleepy and seeing things you should get your boiler checked before ringing the vicar
I work with a guy who gets it regularly and sees shapes, shadows and sometimes people
he knows what it is when it happens now but it still freaks him out! Some of them could also be lucid dreaming as well.
Obviously it doesn't explain all of them, but the ones when people start off asleep, or when they are going to sleep or waking up could be explained by it.
That, or carbon monoxide! If you start feeling sleepy and seeing things you should get your boiler checked before ringing the vicar
eharding said:
Robbo 27 said:
eharding said:
Robbo 27 said:
^^^
Well said.
The stories based on experience are worth reading, the doubters and the criticisers should jind somethingelse to moan about.
So, for the umpteenth time - what was the name of this pub? Even a town or village? Stories based on experience are one thing - your continued avoidance of answering even the most basic questions makes it look increasingly like a work of fiction. Well said.
The stories based on experience are worth reading, the doubters and the criticisers should jind somethingelse to moan about.
Edited by eharding on Saturday 10th April 15:46
My sister was about 40 at the time, I didn't ask the name of the pub or the name of the pub, she doesn't live in Derbyshire, and neither do I. The name of the pub or the town it was in was not relevant to her or to me, just you apparently.
I presume by the style of your responses that you are a teenager, really, go and play somewhere else sonny.
Which is odd. Very odd, in fact. Because the last time you told us this story - here - the details were slightly different:
On Friday 12th May 2017 Robbo 27 said:
Have told this story before on another thread. Was travelling in Derbyshire, myself, wife and her sister. stopped at an old pub for lunch. Sister in law needed a pee and went upstairs. Whilst she was there, washing her hands a small girl, about 8 years old started talking to her, weather and stuff. The girl said her father was the landlord. Sister in law came downstairs, said to the landlord she had just been talking to his daughter, you would have a job he said, she is in Edinburgh. He asked what she looked like and was told a small girl about 8, long dress.
'You have seen Mary, she lived here about 1830, died in a fire'.
In that version, you *do* claim to have been present, and it was your sister-in-law, rather than your sister, who saw the ghoul, it was apparently the ghost who started the conversation, and no mention of the landlord's wife in that one. We've also shifted the date of the fire by fifty years.'You have seen Mary, she lived here about 1830, died in a fire'.
I'm all ears when it comes to genuine experiences. Made up piles of massive steaming hairy cobblers, regurgitated (badly) at intervals for who-knows-what reason, not so much. The psychologists might be interested in as to why you feel the need to do so, however.
If you have an explanation, I'm genuinely gagging to hear it.
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