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raymundo:
Warp speed nine yet it takes the cat half hour to do it ■■? your stories pish !!!Very good sir!
Tell you to be fair though she can get some bloody speed up inside, and often lands on me when I’m in bed the little darling (change darling to an expletive of your choice)!!
A bedroom bigger than The BBC’s Monkey Cage?
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This forum must be haunted then, some very strange goings on round here!!
Animals do appear to be more sensitive to phenomena than humans, yet as I said earlier our house had my Great Grandfather appearing regularly but none of our dogs ever seemed to pick up on him? He normally only made an appearance when women were around (he was Italian after all!) and startled my missus! Mother used to chat to him while working in the kitchen, she told us he was a gentle person when alive so we had no reason to be scared of him. Dad never believed in him though and I never saw him, but on a warm still day a cold breeze would blow through the passageway when all the doors were closed and when we said “hello grandad” it would go away again!
My uncle was slightly different though, long after he and my aunt had passed on a young family moved into their house. One day the lady asked a neighbour (also a family friend of ours) if the previous occupant had been a military gentleman (he had, he was a Major in India) and the neighbour confirmed this and asked why. “Every evening while we are watching tv this man in military uniform walks through the living room from the kitchen, he never speaks even though my kids talk to him and he vanishes through the front door. We call him Tom (his name was Don actually) and we like seeing him”. I often wonder if he is still there? 
Pete.
corij:
01back in 2000 i was walking my dog on a former ww2 Airfield one summer lunchtime. suddenly about 10 yards ahead of us a “tiny pink man” popped up in the tufted grass and immediately ran away from us,arms swinging by its side. it had no hair,was about 18 inches high and i never saw its face . it ran only a few paces along the path then darted off into the undergrowth with a rustle of the grass/leaves it was gone…
Course iv never forgotten it. Recently i was browsing images of that airfield and came across some of a monkey that was a mascot for one of the crews . it rode in the plane apparently . the crew were lost in a mission in 1944 over germanyWas what i saw the ghost of that monkey■■?
Not ‘haunted’ but I saw something I will never forget that gave me goosebumps.
Running in during the early hours I was going down the hill (north) on the A453 by the end of the runway at EMA.
It was a bit misty and the headlight beam from a truck coming up the hill caused a shadow effect on two small road signs in the centre of the carriageway.
For a split second the converging shadows looked like the Grim Reaper.
I’m sure some on here remember the plane crash in 1989.
Radar19:
My mum was a nurse back in her youth. She had many stories of weird goings on. They had an old room in the hospital where there was a wooden rocking chair. It could be the height of summer yet that room was always ice cold and on occasion you could hear the rocking chair creaking as it moved slightly. Another being when someone passes on you are supposed to open the window to let the spirit of the person leave. One day this wasn’t done and the room was again ice cold. 5 minutes after the windows were opened the room had returned to its normal temperature.
Ice cold rooms…We have a bedroom downstairs at the back of the house, I put the cool temp. down to it being in the shade and facing north, or I did.
I have spoken to all who have stayed in that room and all have admitted, after some questioning, that they did not sleep and felt as though they were being watched 
My mother will not stay in my house, which is a bit of a result to be honest.
My brother surprised me the most, he told me exactly how uncomfortable he had felt in the room and actually hid his head under the duvet 
I have slept in the room in the summer, to get respite from the high temps. and I have had no trouble sleeping or felt that I was being watched.
A vicar popped round and did a blessing and said some stuff which seemed to work, although it reserged a little a few years later. Never to the same extent though.
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over here in some parts when theres cause for an exorcism its not uncommon for the family to have to call up the devil to get the priest out of possessing the victim…
An old friend of ours had once been a Prison Warder at Lancaster Prison and he told us that when they had a fresh ‘bolshie’ prisoner who wouldn’t conform to behaving they would shut them overnight into a cell that had been part of the old castle. They would come out the following morning as white as a sheet and absolutely petrified and caused no more trouble, he never knew what was in that room but even when it was unoccupied you could hear strange noises and footsteps walking around in it!
Pete.
Yeh Eaton Twin Splitter ( when they first came out !! ) lol
windrush:
An old friend of ours had once been a Prison Warder at Lancaster Prison and he told us that when they had a fresh ‘bolshie’ prisoner who wouldn’t conform to behaving they would shut them overnight into a cell that had been part of the old castle. They would come out the following morning as white as a sheet and absolutely petrified and caused no more trouble, he never knew what was in that room but even when it was unoccupied you could hear strange noises and footsteps walking around in it!Pete.
When, I was younger, I worked in a London Cat B nick, as an officer, on night shifts you had to take a tag and beep it every half hour to prove you had walked the landings as it was monitored … during the night shift we left the doors open between Wing A and Wing B … all prisoners were locked away until 8 am … but they would always ring the bell saying Gov can you please stop checking the flaps and saying lights out … our mess room was 90 yards away from B wing … many a time prisoner refused to go back in cells on B Wing…
Other times, cells were locked off no electric no prisoner inside, however, the buzzer would go off without power. Some nights you could see a person hanging from a disused cell … also doing hourly yard patrols, got the creeps at the back when walking past unmarked graves…
After leaving, and joining the Fuzz, always getting called to the Common after getting a 999 call saying a person hanging from the tree.
AndrewG:
One thing ill never forget. I was following one of Thomsons tourist coaches up the mountain pass ‘The Serpentine’ from Sa Colobra, the coach rounded a slight bend with a sheer rock face to the nearside and in front of the bus was a tall guy dressed in black wearing a black hat. Naturally expecting the coach to pull out to go around him, it didnt, the bus seemed to pass straight through him and when i passed that point this guy had disappeared. There was absolutely no where to step out of the way as the rock face extended right down to the road surface and was sheer. There are numerous places with small crosses where some havent made it round one of the hairpins…
probley still stuck to the front of the coach, just a thought
Parked up on a break facing into a forestry road in a pretty deserted area just as it was getting dark, sat in the passenger seat, feet up cup of coffee. Spotted a single light in the distance heading towards me, very lonely place so this light was unusual, I kept watching it thinking it was may be a walker with a torch, he would have to be lost up here or may be walking out after some sort of accident. I kept watching this light move towards me, there was something completely wrong about it, flashing from side to side and had a weird sort of vibration to it. It was too fast for a walker and just plain odd. It got closer and closer and I realised it was no where near the ground, I was starting to get seriously spooked by it, this dam light was flashing all over the place, it was getting closer and closer, vibrating up and down and was the same height as I was. I started to get panicky and got over into the drivers seat ready for a get away, (I was that spooked) started to wind the window up as it arrived, there was quite a bit of noise and then this womans voice said - beautiful evening to be out - it was a horse rider with a head torch. I doubt she will ever know how much she scared me.
discoman:
windrush:
An old friend of ours had once been a Prison Warder at Lancaster Prison and he told us that when they had a fresh ‘bolshie’ prisoner who wouldn’t conform to behaving they would shut them overnight into a cell that had been part of the old castle. They would come out the following morning as white as a sheet and absolutely petrified and caused no more trouble, he never knew what was in that room but even when it was unoccupied you could hear strange noises and footsteps walking around in it!Pete.
When, I was younger, I worked in a London Cat B nick, as an officer, on night shifts you had to take a tag and beep it every half hour to prove you had walked the landings as it was monitored … during the night shift we left the doors open between Wing A and Wing B … all prisoners were locked away until 8 am … but they would always ring the bell saying Gov can you please stop checking the flaps and saying lights out … our mess room was 90 yards away from B wing … many a time prisoner refused to go back in cells on B Wing…
Other times, cells were locked off no electric no prisoner inside, however, the buzzer would go off without power. Some nights you could see a person hanging from a disused cell … also doing hourly yard patrols, got the creeps at the back when walking past unmarked graves…
After leaving, and joining the Fuzz, always getting called to the Common after getting a 999 call saying a person hanging from the tree.
Barlinnie D Hall ■■■■■■■ point was right beside old hanging cells (closed off ) gave u the shivers
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One of our delivery points is unmanned after 10pm. If we ever get there late we just drop one trailer and pick another one up. Even when people are there, the warehouse gives me the creeps and I’ll never use the staff rest room if I’m on my own. I’m not alone in that. I’ve mentioned it to the warehouse staff before about how creepy the place is, they just clam up and change the subject.
Back when we had the snow, I got there about midnight, parked my trailer in the unloading area right next to the warehouse and stuck the tacho on break and spent the next 45 minutes reading the paper, playing games and eating my tea. When my time was up, I climbed out the truck to drop the trailer. As I closed my truck door I noticed footprints in the snow leading from the warehouse, around the back of my truck and stopping right next to the drivers door. There were no tracks leading away. Needless to say I broke the speed record for dropping and swapping a trailer that night.
I asked at the security hut when I left if there was anybody else on site, they said there wasn’t. They also told me that they don’t patrol the warehouse on a night anymore, but wouldn’t give me anymore details.
Speaking to other drivers, they’ve told me they can hear footsteps in the yard or see shadows moving, but no one is there and you always have the feeling of being watched when you’re out the cab.
Captain Caveman 76:
One of our delivery points is unmanned after 10pm. If we ever get there late we just drop one trailer and pick another one up. Even when people are there, the warehouse gives me the creeps and I’ll never use the staff rest room if I’m on my own. I’m not alone in that. I’ve mentioned it to the warehouse staff before about how creepy the place is, they just clam up and change the subject.Back when we had the snow, I got there about midnight, parked my trailer in the unloading area right next to the warehouse and stuck the tacho on break and spent the next 45 minutes reading the paper, playing games and eating my tea. When my time was up, I climbed out the truck to drop the trailer. As I closed my truck door I noticed footprints in the snow leading from the warehouse, around the back of my truck and stopping right next to the drivers door. There were no tracks leading away. Needless to say I broke the speed record for dropping and swapping a trailer that night.
I asked at the security hut when I left if there was anybody else on site, they said there wasn’t. They also told me that they don’t patrol the warehouse on a night anymore, but wouldn’t give me anymore details.
Speaking to other drivers, they’ve told me they can hear footsteps in the yard or see shadows moving, but no one is there and you always have the feeling of being watched when you’re out the cab.
Hey Caveman, thanks for sharing that. Makes the chills run down the spine with the footprints in the snow.
Reminded me of when I was a kid. My Dad worked for Lockwoods distribution in Bardney. It was based on the disused 9 squadron bomber command airfield outside the village nestled alongside some woods. All the runways, hangers, peri track and general ww2 stuff was still intact and in use by Lockwoods. The huge J type hangers were used to store dry goods. The peri track was used to access various areas the haulage firm dotted on isolated sections of the vast old airfield, including the fuel bunker tank which was on a dispersal pan nestled in the woods themselves. The office of the transport company was in the old white watch tower, which was exactly as it used to be inside, complete with white walls, blue stairs etc. This was circa 1989/1990.
My Father used to invite me along for trips on the school hols. I remember us driving down in the early hours in the car. It was normally deserted. There was no gate or anything like that. It really was a small transport firm on a disused airfield. We’d unload the stuff into the lorry from the car then Dad would ask if I’d like to come to the watch tower with him to fetch the keys. I remember the moonlight on the airfield, you could see the hares standing in the old runway as we walked along the peri track to the tower. It felt incredibly heavy there, hard to describe. My old man confided years later that he of course really enjoyed me going with him, but he was always greatful of the company walking to the watch tower after a few things happened outside and inside the tower. Footsteps on stairs etc. Figures had been seen standing near the units by some drivers. It was generally considered pretty haunted by the drivers. I do recall he fetched the keys PDQ when we were in the tower.
The only thing that haunts me is the passing of time.
I feel the same inside, but when I look in the mirror it’s like Dorian Grey!
I don’t know hardly anyone of my own age group these days, having lost touch during my agency sojourn.
It’s not a problem though, as I’ve never really been a sociable type that “just has to go out every night”.
It’s always surprising to hear that the “next bloke you used to know” that buys the farm - was one of the younger people you used to know.
The old timers from where I’ve worked - are still going strong, with what I assume is a decent retirement on a final salary pension. 
Hopefully, mine won’t have been defaulted by this bloody government and company before I get to draw it myself.
I think one if the most unnerving experiences I’ve had doing this job was when I was parked overnight on a farm near Pendle Hill.
Can’t say I saw or heard anything but just had a horrible tense feeling. Sort of like you know someone is watching you from a distance. Not just watching but almost like your being hunted or chased.
The place just felt wrong somehow. You just felt sort of in danger. I can’t think of another way to describe it.
I’ll normally hop out and have a cigarette but I felt that uneasy I didn’t even want to open the curtains and see outside - let alone get out.
At the time I didn’t know any of the areas history but apparently it’s seen as quite an intimidating place.
Wowsers, you’re a superstitious bunch. All this proves is how powerful the human imagination is
Everything I have read on this thread just convinces me more, there is no such thing as ghosts but it is simply your own fears and anxieties along with your imaginations running wild with you. It is a fear of the dark that frightens you, you are never afraid in the daylight of ghosts and ghouls, if there was such a thing, do they only come out in the dark and lonely places?
My dog went ape ■■■■ whilst staring at a gravestone…one night.
I don’t believe in ghosts,but I didn’t hang about…that night.
