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Suckmyklopp said:
When I was about 13 my mum ran pubs, this particular one was called the Earl of Zetland, bang opposite a very old old church, not 20 yards, and my bedroom window was the only one upstairs facing the church and it was always cold, even in the summer I never noticed much myself but it used to freak out my mum a bit as she always banged in about it.

Anyways.. I used to help out downstairs for some pocket money collecting glasses getting ice from the cellar **** like that, I had a punching bag down there, and we had a **** off massive short haired German shepard called Churchill I used to bring down with me cos well its a cellar and the regulars had stories about an old fella down there who was always seen on a ladder fixing a light bulb all that bollocks you usually hear when you move into a new pub,

The celler was just a door in the bar, and a wooden staircase narrow as you can get, when u reached the bottom of the stairs there was a small area immediately on the left, and the main big area straight ahead with the kegs and lines.

To the left beyond the punch bag room (round a corner basically in a small room was the soda mixer lines and the ice machine.

I'm down there with the dog laying into the bag one day, dog joining in and that as per barking biting the bag and me sometimes lol (I could only do it if the pub was closed or really busy cos it was on chains attached to a naked iron girder holding the bar floorboards and made a helluva noise when it swang about). Plus the dogs noise.

So I see the door to the bar open at the top of the stairs and my mum shouts me for some ice, I go grab the bucket she leaves at the top of the stairs and go back down past the bag which is swaying gently by now and round the corner to the ice machine room, fill Up the bucket and walk back to the stairs.

Just before I hit the corner into the bag room... just before I would've had view of the bag I hear a murderous thud, and half a step later as I got in sight of it I saw the bag hit the ceiling/bar floorboards it was attached to twice like a pendulum, bang - swing - bang.
Like when hulk picks up loki by the ankles and beats the floor with his body I **** you not.

I saw the bag crumpled in the middle like someone shin kicked it like kickboxer, and the worst bit was after I come out of that frozen moment looking at this vioontly swing bag I look for the dog and he's at the top of the stairs already... sitting down clawing at the ****ing door crying like I've never seen that dog do before or after.

When I saw that dog 6 foot away from me that's when genuine fear kicked in and I was up those stairs faster than you can ****in blink bro.


Like you said I never saw anything ghostly as such but that **** happened and it was real. just like you I felt it, those hairs went up and it deffo wasn't right at all.

Never went down there again.

That same pub in that cold bedroom room I mentioned before I woke up about 4am one night, dunno why, but when I came-to I felt a sudden sense of real dread, it was ****ing weird I know cos I remember saying to myself in my head as i lay there opening my eyes... couple seconds later if felt like something gently and slowly sat in my calfs and the back of my knees/legs.

Couldnt move for what felt like ages, then like that the pressure just went and I that feeling of dread just vanished.


I like to think it was sleep paralysis and my head playing tricks but again that's always stuck with me for a reason, and I'm that kinda person who says I don't believe but I do deep down. its just scary to admit that some things may be there we can't see or feel most of the time.

Also my younger cousin over for Xmas one year ran up from the same cellar once crying her eyes out saying an old man on a ladder shouted at her to **** off.

Mad tings bro
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That the one in Grangemouth?
 
Forbes McAllister said:
The Earl of Zetland in grangemouth, Middlesbrough. The exes family hail from there. Pikeys to a man, but even a Scouser from a council estate like me needs somebody to look down on (apart from the Mancs).
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Oh **** knows mate, the pub was in latymer, Holland park ways.
 
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Suckmyklopp said:
When I was about 13 my mum ran pubs, this particular one was called the Earl of Zetland, bang opposite a very old old church, not 20 yards, and my bedroom window was the only one upstairs facing the church and it was always cold, even in the summer I never noticed much myself but it used to freak out my mum a bit as she always banged in about it.

Anyways.. I used to help out downstairs for some pocket money collecting glasses getting ice from the cellar **** like that, I had a punching bag down there, and we had a **** off massive short haired German shepard called Churchill I used to bring down with me cos well its a cellar and the regulars had stories about an old fella down there who was always seen on a ladder fixing a light bulb all that bollocks you usually hear when you move into a new pub,

The celler was just a door in the bar, and a wooden staircase narrow as you can get, when u reached the bottom of the stairs there was a small area immediately on the left, and the main big area straight ahead with the kegs and lines.

To the left beyond the punch bag room (round a corner basically in a small room was the soda mixer lines and the ice machine.

I'm down there with the dog laying into the bag one day, dog joining in and that as per barking biting the bag and me sometimes lol (I could only do it if the pub was closed or really busy cos it was on chains attached to a naked iron girder holding the bar floorboards and made a helluva noise when it swang about). Plus the dogs noise.

So I see the door to the bar open at the top of the stairs and my mum shouts me for some ice, I go grab the bucket she leaves at the top of the stairs and go back down past the bag which is swaying gently by now and round the corner to the ice machine room, fill Up the bucket and walk back to the stairs.

Just before I hit the corner into the bag room... just before I would've had view of the bag I hear a murderous thud, and half a step later as I got in sight of it I saw the bag hit the ceiling/bar floorboards it was attached to twice like a pendulum, bang - swing - bang.
Like when hulk picks up loki by the ankles and beats the floor with his body I **** you not.

I saw the bag crumpled in the middle like someone shin kicked it like kickboxer, and the worst bit was after I come out of that frozen moment looking at this vioontly swing bag I look for the dog and he's at the top of the stairs already... sitting down clawing at the ****ing door crying like I've never seen that dog do before or after.

When I saw that dog 6 foot away from me that's when genuine fear kicked in and I was up those stairs faster than you can ****in blink bro.


Like you said I never saw anything ghostly as such but that **** happened and it was real. just like you I felt it, those hairs went up and it deffo wasn't right at all.

Never went down there again.

That same pub in that cold bedroom room I mentioned before I woke up about 4am one night, dunno why, but when I came-to I felt a sudden sense of real dread, it was ****ing weird I know cos I remember saying to myself in my head as i lay there opening my eyes... couple seconds later if felt like something gently and slowly sat in my calfs and the back of my knees/legs.

Couldnt move for what felt like ages, then like that the pressure just went and I that feeling of dread just vanished.


I like to think it was sleep paralysis and my head playing tricks but again that's always stuck with me for a reason, and I'm that kinda person who says I don't believe but I do deep down. its just scary to admit that some things may be there we can't see or feel most of the time.

Also my younger cousin over for Xmas one year ran up from the same cellar once crying her eyes out saying an old man on a ladder shouted at her to **** off.

Mad tings bro
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ffs Fosse.
 
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Tobes said:
He was pulling an all nighter. I got up and was having a coffee early doors and he was still at it. **** knows what he’d dropped.
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Like you mate I suffer from insomnia sometimes.

Often go to bed lay there for 40mins then just give up and get back up.
 
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PISKIE said:
Half a gram of MDMA does that to me too bro.
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Ive still got half of one of those medusa bumbles in the drawer.

Hate it when you get left over drugs bit they ain't enough to crack on with, just sit in the drawer for **** knows how long now, probs Xmas actually as I've ordered some in <laugh> gonna get my old man smashed, he loves a bumble the old ****:emoticon-0169-dance
 
PISKIE said:
I'm up for the scary stories. Just try and keep em a bit shorter in future yeah ?
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If you want a plotless Jason statham movie bro ask comm if he has any from his days in submarines.
 
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Suckmyklopp said:
Ive still got half of one of those medusa bumbles in the drawer.

Hate it when you get left over drugs bit they ain't enough to crack on with, just sit in the drawer for **** knows how long now, probs Xmas actually as I've ordered some in <laugh> gonna get my old man smashed, he loves a bumble the old ****:emoticon-0169-dance
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Found a wrap of Mescaline in an old suit jacket pocket a while back. Musta been in there for about 5 years. <laugh>
 
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Suckmyklopp said:
When I was about 13 my mum ran pubs, this particular one was called the Earl of Zetland, bang opposite a very old old church, not 20 yards, and my bedroom window was the only one upstairs facing the church and it was always cold, even in the summer I never noticed much myself but it used to freak out my mum a bit as she always banged in about it.

Anyways.. I used to help out downstairs for some pocket money collecting glasses getting ice from the cellar **** like that, I had a punching bag down there, and we had a **** off massive short haired German shepard called Churchill I used to bring down with me cos well its a cellar and the regulars had stories about an old fella down there who was always seen on a ladder fixing a light bulb all that bollocks you usually hear when you move into a new pub,

The celler was just a door in the bar, and a wooden staircase narrow as you can get, when u reached the bottom of the stairs there was a small area immediately on the left, and the main big area straight ahead with the kegs and lines.

To the left beyond the punch bag room (round a corner basically in a small room was the soda mixer lines and the ice machine.

I'm down there with the dog laying into the bag one day, dog joining in and that as per barking biting the bag and me sometimes lol (I could only do it if the pub was closed or really busy cos it was on chains attached to a naked iron girder holding the bar floorboards and made a helluva noise when it swang about). Plus the dogs noise.

So I see the door to the bar open at the top of the stairs and my mum shouts me for some ice, I go grab the bucket she leaves at the top of the stairs and go back down past the bag which is swaying gently by now and round the corner to the ice machine room, fill Up the bucket and walk back to the stairs.

Just before I hit the corner into the bag room... just before I would've had view of the bag I hear a murderous thud, and half a step later as I got in sight of it I saw the bag hit the ceiling/bar floorboards it was attached to twice like a pendulum, bang - swing - bang.
Like when hulk picks up loki by the ankles and beats the floor with his body I **** you not.

I saw the bag crumpled in the middle like someone shin kicked it like kickboxer, and the worst bit was after I come out of that frozen moment looking at this vioontly swing bag I look for the dog and he's at the top of the stairs already... sitting down clawing at the ****ing door crying like I've never seen that dog do before or after.

When I saw that dog 6 foot away from me that's when genuine fear kicked in and I was up those stairs faster than you can ****in blink bro.


Like you said I never saw anything ghostly as such but that **** happened and it was real. just like you I felt it, those hairs went up and it deffo wasn't right at all.

Never went down there again.

That same pub in that cold bedroom room I mentioned before I woke up about 4am one night, dunno why, but when I came-to I felt a sudden sense of real dread, it was ****ing weird I know cos I remember saying to myself in my head as i lay there opening my eyes... couple seconds later if felt like something gently and slowly sat in my calfs and the back of my knees/legs.

Couldnt move for what felt like ages, then like that the pressure just went and I that feeling of dread just vanished.


I like to think it was sleep paralysis and my head playing tricks but again that's always stuck with me for a reason, and I'm that kinda person who says I don't believe but I do deep down. its just scary to admit that some things may be there we can't see or feel most of the time.

Also my younger cousin over for Xmas one year ran up from the same cellar once crying her eyes out saying an old man on a ladder shouted at her to **** off.

Mad tings bro
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Mad
 
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