I stayed in an old Hotel in Manchester City centre about 10 years ago. I came in from a night out and i put a handful of change on my bedside table. I woke up in the middle of the night, i turned round and all of my Coins were stood upright in a line. I was that shocked i lashed out and knocked them all down. I wish id took a photo of it.
When I was a kid i was sat in the living room watching a film with my big Sister. We both instinctively turned our heads to the right at exactly the same time, and there was a ball of light that i can only describe as a looking like a Snowball. It bounced off the ceiling, then onto the wall and then flew through the other wall opposite knocking everything over that was in the Wall unit that we had next to it.
That was that hooker playing games mate. Did you count it to make sure you hadn't been short changed?
When I was about 12, I woke up with a strange tingling feeling and my tummy was covered with what I took to be ghostly ectoplasm. I’d had a really weird dream as well. Also the first series of Ghost Whisperer is worth a peek if your attracted by a magnificent cleavage. Apart from that I have never experienced anything ghostly at all.
I've always said that I'll believe it when I see it. I am 60 years old now and have seen nothing in my lifetime to make me change that view.
There's some stuff out there that isn't easy to explain but people get straight up carried away with nonsense. Only humans would be arrogant enough to deem ghosts the like explanation to something beyond their comprehension.
True story mate. My next thread might be about UFOs because theres no way a tiny Planet like earth can be the only planet in the whole of the Solar system that has life.
US security services are supposed to be releasing an unclassified report on what they know about UFOs soon.
Really. Im fascinated with UFOs i always have been. Like i said its practically impossible for earth to be the only planet that can contain life
I've noticed that ghost sightings are nearly always of Victorian ragamuffin chimneysweep types or tragic Victorian ladies in elegant evening dresses. Nobody ever sees a caveman ghost or a bored teenager playing a Gameboy. Has there ever been a fat, sweaty ghost? How far back do we go, should we have monkey ghosts or would cavemen be the cut off?
I went to a lecture from Sir Patrick Moore 25 years or so ago. I walked out of it thinking it impossible not there to be life out there. The maths involved make your brain melt. Whether it is little green men or intelligent life is another question as the coming together of factors that made earth is mind boggling too. As to ghosts I have never had an experience, other than daft ouija boards when I was young and stupid. Would really love one though. To think we can explain everything in our world is arrogant in the extreme. We havent even explored 80% of the sea bed amd consistently uncover new stuff. Our understanding is only partial in my opinion.
True story mate. They could even be a UFO embedded under the Sea for all we know considering the vast amount of the World the ocean takes up. As ive got older ive become more and more intrigued by UFOs. I really hope in my lifetime we can confirm for sure they exist
As a church going fella I'd be expected to reject any paranormal malarkey. But me and Mrs Smug had a truly weird experience when working in Provence that shook us and is something we'll never forget. To cut it as short as possible. We're having a day off exploring the remote countryside and on a deserted country road around 12am. We'd just been deep in the woods looking at a strange deserted troglodyte monastery. It wasn't a tourist attraction, one of the local shepherds had mentioned it and scrawled out directions. I heard the plaintive English voice of a young girl saying 'Please help me' from the roadside, clear as could be. There was no one there and Mrs Smug didn't react. Without alerting her I checked my mobile and car radio, neither were on. I didn't want to concern her, or have her think i was losing it, so didn't mention it. After a few minutes we parked up for our picnic and I noticed she was quiet. I asked if she was OK and she said 'please don't think I'm going mad but, a while back, I heard someone shouting for help'. I told her I'd heard the same so we left the picnic stuff, leapt into the car and scoured the lane over and over. We shouted and shouted but there was no one there so we eventually gave up and went back to our picnic site. When we arrived we stood there in total silence, the sandwiches all had little human bitemarks and just the crusts left. The water bottles had been opened, drunk from and the tops replaced, none of the wine was touched. We packed everything up, left the rest of the food and went home ... ... we occasionally mention it but still don't understand what happened.
I bought a pair of old terraced flats way back in the sixties when I was single.At first everything was ok, until the night I was woken up by intense cold. My bed was freezing. You’d think I’d just taken the sheets out of a freezer. I lay trying to get back to sleep when I heard a loud sigh around my head area. I froze in more ways than one. Then I rationalised it. I had my bed against the outside wall, which could account for the cold. The head of my bed was in an alcove and as the flat next door was the same layout but reversed, they might have the head of their bed in their alcove which would be directly against my head, and what I’d heard was one of them sighing. Eventually, the cold went and I got back to sleep. A few nights later I was again awakened by my bed being like ice. Then I heard the loud sigh again, but this time it was right next to me, on the pillow. I jumped up and stood staring at my pillow, my heart hammering. The next day I moved my bed across the bedroom to the opposite wall, facing the window. A street light backlit my curtains, but not enough to disturb me. Everything went ok from then on, until (and at this point I assure you every word of what I’m telling you is true) the night i turned over in bed, faced the window and saw a dark shadow of what looked to be a man crossing the room, silhouetted against the backlit window, and walking towards the alcove. As I watched, not believing what I was seeing, it turned its head and looked at me. Next day I moved my bed into the living room and never again went into that room at night.
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