dancers lance
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Unexplained experiences, paranormal, U.F.O's etc... (7 Viewers)
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dancers lance
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Ahhh! the old "I was was just watching the fairies running around the tree with my binoculars officer, I had no idea the next door neighbours wife was in the shower with the window open"
oucho
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Bloody hell, you too???
Captain Dart
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Otis
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Bit too fat for me, but each and every to their own.
skybluedan
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I've just had an unexplained experience that I can't explain
I needed a poo so went and sat down with the iPad and after about 5 mins still nothing so sat there another 5 or 10 mins watching YouTube and then a little fart and that's it after sitting another 5 mins and still nothing decided to give a little wipe and get up but..... When I wiped there was a skid ??? Wtf
I needed a poo so went and sat down with the iPad and after about 5 mins still nothing so sat there another 5 or 10 mins watching YouTube and then a little fart and that's it after sitting another 5 mins and still nothing decided to give a little wipe and get up but..... When I wiped there was a skid ??? Wtf
Johnnythespider
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Ghost poo
Captain Dart
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I've just witnessed an inexplicable poo related tautology! Spooky. :nurse:
skybluedan
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I mean have I had that shit on me arse all day, can't see it being the little fart I did , that was just a little breeze , like a sigh really
I just don't know
I just don't know
Houchens Head
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Too much for me to take in!
Or down the pan!
oucho
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He's talkin shite.
Gazolba
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Here's some for you.
To get the full effect, I'd listen to it with all the lights turned off and just a candle lit:
Sick Boy
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Used to live in a maisonette in Brighton and multiple times I’d see a figure going up or down the stairs out the corner of my eye. It was only after leaving that loads of other people saw it too but no one else said anything about it to seem crazy haha.
Went to a haunted house in Devon and got called out by the woman doing the tour as being a sceptic. Ended up feeling something brush my hand in the most haunted part of the house but not convinced it was nothing apart from power of suggestion.
Went to a haunted house in Devon and got called out by the woman doing the tour as being a sceptic. Ended up feeling something brush my hand in the most haunted part of the house but not convinced it was nothing apart from power of suggestion.
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tommydazzle
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When you're dead, you don't know you're dead. It's just painful for everyone else.
Stupidity is like that.
My take on this thread.
Stupidity is like that.
My take on this thread.
RegTheDonk
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No but as it's Sunday I'll be having my weekly dose at 10pm of bedding down with a tablet for a few MTT's on Sky Poker while listening to Talk Radio, as Howard Hughes tries to put the willies up me. He often has a few ghost experts on and some stories are quite intriguing.
BTW thanks for bumping this topic, always interesting to hear other peoples tales...and I do miss SkyBlueDan, always made me smile.
richnrg
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perhaps he'll return, rattling his chains
fellatio_Martinez
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I've never seen a ghost as such but had a unexplained pants shitting experience when I was about 16.
As a family we'd go to Ireland in the summer to visit our family in remote countryside in Co.Tyrone. We'd stay in a bungalow that was owned by our grandfather but was lying empty for years since his mother passed away there.
One night around 1am when everyone was asleep, me and my brother were outside the backdoor throwing knives into a tree that was in the garden. It was a mild pitch black starry summers night with the only light coming from the moon. There wasn't another house for at least 5 miles.
Everything was fine until I noticed a faint strange sound in the distance. It sounded like a woman laughing. I looked at my brother with a WTF expression as this sound emanated from the black wilderness.
"It's a cat, it must be a cat or a fox or something" we said and carried on throwing terribly at the tree. Then we heard what sounded like something in a great deal of pain howling, it was distant enough for us not to be too alarmed but we were slightly unnerved and I suggested we go inside to watch some TV but my brother insisted that we carry on.
We were over by the tree looking in the grass for the knife which had missed it's target when all of a sudden the sound became louder and closer. It was like a mixture of cackling and screaming, a god awful blood curdling sound. We spun around to look at each other, our faces were drained of blood and we sped towards the kitchen door. The sound was now approaching us at high speed and it felt as if it was after us. We ran inside, and fumbled to lock the door. The sound then reached a crescendo and the door handle rattled as if something tried to open it.
There was then absolute silence and we just stood in the kitchen shitting ourselves for hours until it became light around 3:30.
I have absolutely no idea to this day what it was. We told our grandad and he flippantly said "Aye, that was the banshee".
Me and my brother still talk about it to this day almost 20 years later.
As a family we'd go to Ireland in the summer to visit our family in remote countryside in Co.Tyrone. We'd stay in a bungalow that was owned by our grandfather but was lying empty for years since his mother passed away there.
One night around 1am when everyone was asleep, me and my brother were outside the backdoor throwing knives into a tree that was in the garden. It was a mild pitch black starry summers night with the only light coming from the moon. There wasn't another house for at least 5 miles.
Everything was fine until I noticed a faint strange sound in the distance. It sounded like a woman laughing. I looked at my brother with a WTF expression as this sound emanated from the black wilderness.
"It's a cat, it must be a cat or a fox or something" we said and carried on throwing terribly at the tree. Then we heard what sounded like something in a great deal of pain howling, it was distant enough for us not to be too alarmed but we were slightly unnerved and I suggested we go inside to watch some TV but my brother insisted that we carry on.
We were over by the tree looking in the grass for the knife which had missed it's target when all of a sudden the sound became louder and closer. It was like a mixture of cackling and screaming, a god awful blood curdling sound. We spun around to look at each other, our faces were drained of blood and we sped towards the kitchen door. The sound was now approaching us at high speed and it felt as if it was after us. We ran inside, and fumbled to lock the door. The sound then reached a crescendo and the door handle rattled as if something tried to open it.
There was then absolute silence and we just stood in the kitchen shitting ourselves for hours until it became light around 3:30.
I have absolutely no idea to this day what it was. We told our grandad and he flippantly said "Aye, that was the banshee".
Me and my brother still talk about it to this day almost 20 years later.
Sky_Blue_Dreamer
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With the wailing and Ireland I was going to suggest banshee, but my understanding is they're supposed to be protective spirits and they only howl when the person they're protecting is about to die. Hence the wail is considered a portent of death.
Not a huge believer of all this kind of stuff, but accept there are many things we can't explain and as a species we're actually very limited in terms of our senses.
Not a huge believer of all this kind of stuff, but accept there are many things we can't explain and as a species we're actually very limited in terms of our senses.
fellatio_Martinez
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Yeah, I was always under the impression that banshees weren't harmful but just foreboding characters in folklore.
It still freaks me out to this day. It was a completely other worldly experience.
Sky_Blue_Dreamer
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Maybe it was protecting nature and you throwing a knife at a tree irked it? :emoji_laughing:
larry_david
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That's a pretty grim tale!
skybluedan
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I'm here reg watching
skybluedan
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Yeah the chains round me cock ring
fellatio_Martinez
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These were pre internet days where boredom bred these kind of activities!
When my dad was a kid he used to put straws up frogs arses and blow them up.
M&B Stand
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So, back in the 60 & 70’s my old man used to work for Coventry Construction and other steel erector gangs in Cov, they did a few jobs at Highfield Road. Hence the reason he and his mate, a fella by the name of Johnny Arms became City fans (and then me, although I found a on old Glazepta shirt at a jumble sale for 25p circa 1985 that’s was probably the clincher for me).
Anyway, one night they were driving back to Tamworth from a night game, with 2 other
geezers, Sailor Gay and Norman Lee, down them dark lanes thru Kersley and Corley, now anyone who’s been to Tamworth via that route will tell you it’s a twisty old road with loads of sharp bends. They’ve gone around one such hairpin and a woman with the face of a pig has just appeared in the middle of the road from nowhere, the old man took evasive action and missed the her, but ended up in a ditch. When they looked back there was no fucker there. They had to walk back up the road to a pub they’d just passed and ask for help and get a whisky or 2 for their nerves, (not condoning it but drinking and driving had no real stigma back then apparently).
Anyway, as they explained to the locals in the bar what had happened, nobody seemed surprised. They all agreed it must’ve been the ghost of the Fillongley Pig. A woman who, legend has it, died when her and her pigs were bombed by a direct hit from a stray German Focker during the 1940 blitz.
They got towed out and made it home, every time me dad took me to a game via that route, he regaled me with this tale.
Some of the kids of those blokes in the car that night are of a similar age to myself and they’ve all heard the story.
Anyway, one night they were driving back to Tamworth from a night game, with 2 other
geezers, Sailor Gay and Norman Lee, down them dark lanes thru Kersley and Corley, now anyone who’s been to Tamworth via that route will tell you it’s a twisty old road with loads of sharp bends. They’ve gone around one such hairpin and a woman with the face of a pig has just appeared in the middle of the road from nowhere, the old man took evasive action and missed the her, but ended up in a ditch. When they looked back there was no fucker there. They had to walk back up the road to a pub they’d just passed and ask for help and get a whisky or 2 for their nerves, (not condoning it but drinking and driving had no real stigma back then apparently).
Anyway, as they explained to the locals in the bar what had happened, nobody seemed surprised. They all agreed it must’ve been the ghost of the Fillongley Pig. A woman who, legend has it, died when her and her pigs were bombed by a direct hit from a stray German Focker during the 1940 blitz.
They got towed out and made it home, every time me dad took me to a game via that route, he regaled me with this tale.
Some of the kids of those blokes in the car that night are of a similar age to myself and they’ve all heard the story.
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There was a fella who used to work in our warehouse called Larry Warren. American fella, nice chap. He wrote a book about Rendelesham or some US military base where there was some mad alien landings in the 70s.
Lawrence Warren his full name....have a look. Mental stuff.
Lawrence Warren his full name....have a look. Mental stuff.
RegTheDonk
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Yeah that's perhaps the most famous one in the UK of modern times. I've heard his name as he was one of the airmen who was supposed to have investigated the strange lights etc in the forest next to the air base. Haven't read his book, but I've heard a few interviews with the base commander at the time (Colonal Holt?) who led the troops into the night with a tape recorder and described what he saw.
Glad to hear it chap, Merry Christmas to you ... nice to see you haven't w'nkd yourself to death
Yeah that's perhaps the most famous one in the UK of modern times. I've heard his name as he was one of the airmen who was supposed to have investigated the strange lights etc in the forest next to the air base. Haven't read his book, but I've heard a few interviews with the base commander at the time (Colonal Holt?) who led the troops into the night with a tape recorder and described what he saw.
Glad to hear it chap, Merry Christmas to you ... nice to see you haven't w'nkd yourself to death
Yeah, thats him! Stories are mad!