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Ghost and Paranormal Activities

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Spadge Vernacular said:
The strangest story I know of involving my family happened to my aunt, uncle, and cousin. My uncle is a physicist and works in aerospace, my cousin once graduated followed the same path, both are very focused upon an evidenced-based approach - so very logical. My aunt is a schoolteacher and also level-headed. They live in a big old house with a smaller outbuilding/cottage next to it that was lived in by an older couple - I can't remember the old lady's name but her husband was called George a chap who I had met on a few occasions whilst visiting.

My uncle doesn't talk about the incident, in fact, he has only spoken of it once in my company, but the one time he did it stuck in my mind as he is most certainly not the type to involve himself with idle chatter. Their property is set on the outskirts of a village surrounded by fields and woodland and is a very tranquil spot. The only bother they tend to have is with the occasional rogue rabbit in the vegetable patch or the like. It is an idyllic setting, and this tranquillity was one of the reasons that they had been attracted to the property, aside from its truly stunning vistas.

On the night in question, my uncle was woken by my aunt and the sound of their dog barking aggressively. Aside from my aunt and the dog he also became aware of my cousin screaming "DAD" at the top of his voice! As he explained, it was the middle of the night, and being abruptly roused from his slumber he felt that confusion we can all feel when adjusting from a dream state to reality, and by what was happening. Now fully woken, he quickly got up to go and see what was wrong with my cousin, my aunt looking terrified said to my uncle as he opened their bedroom door that she had heard a woman shouting, that the dog then started barking and then my cousin had started screaming. My uncle went straight to my cousin’s room and, turned the light on and found him still shouting, visibly terrified sat with his knees pulled up to his chest in an upright foetal position, pressed against the headboard. His quilt was on the floor at the end of the bed. My uncle said that my cousin had such a look of fear on his face that it instinctively gave him a terrible sensation of dread and foreboding. My cousin, seeing my uncle lunged at him, grabbing his hand, and attempted to get out of the room, pulling his dad with him (he was about 12 at the time). My uncle was asking him what was wrong but couldn't get any sense out of him, just hysterical sobbing and panic as he carried him out of his bedroom to take him to the safety of his mum. As they stepped onto the landing there, stood in front of him was my aunt with one of my uncles' golf clubs gripped tightly, looking ready to take a shot at his head! Thankfully she hadn't been possessed but was waiting to whack the intruder.

My uncle left my cousin in the bedroom with my aunt, and went downstairs, with the golf club in hand. He found the dog, frothing at the mouth and wide-eyed stood facing a closed door in a manner that suggested that there was somebody or something behind it. Feeling that he might be about to get into a confrontation he praised the dog in an attempt to stiffen their collective courage - he wanted the dogs back up should the worst happen. Looking at the closed door my uncle shouted "I'm coming in" and slowly opened the door. As he turned the handle the dog gave a fearful yelp and bolted in the opposite direction! Now alone, he reached inside the doorway for the light switch as he cautiously stepped into the room.

My uncle, as mentioned, is not one to be carried away by irrational thought but explained that the fear and anxiety that he ran through him that night, as he stepped into what felt like an ominous trap was something he had never felt before nor would ever hope to feel again! The light switch clicked on but for some reason the light in the room flickered on and off in quick succession, giving what he described as a strobe-like effect. Coupled with his fear, this strobe effect was very disorientating and so he did not venture any further into the room as he tried to get his baring’s - but something had caught his eye... On the wall next to his bookcase there was an image, what looked like a large pyramid shape that should not have been there. He described it as looking as if some vandal had painted it without care as the edges of the lines had run, dripping down. It was as he tried to rationalise what this might be that he spotted the outline of a figure sat in a chair across the room. The chair was positioned so as to be almost facing away from where my uncle was stood but slightly to the side. He then realised that the figure in the chair was pointing to the pyramid on the wall! His heart racing, he tried to muster the courage to shout at this intruder and demand that he get out of his house but as he tried to do this he felt a loss of control and his breath hissed out of his mouth with a mind of its own, wheezing the words "systematic review"! It was at this point that the shadowy figure turned to face my uncle, and this was the bit that I feel he truly struggled with. In his words, he described this fiendish figure as having the head and face of what he could only liken to an angry tangerine! He never got beyond this point of the tale as his rational brain simply cannot cope with the illogical nonsense of what was unfolding before his eyes. I have never been back there since hearing this tale. I will admit that I do have a curiosity to step into that room but some deep-rooted, primitive survival instinct will not let go of me.
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Were you looking at your copy of "Systematic Reviews in the Social Sciences" by Mark Pettircrew and Helen Roberts when you wrote this by any chance?

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Azzurri said:
Is this not just in a good mood/bad mood, still weather/windy, quiet/loud etc.?

How do you feel these energies?
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Heard a rumour, and it is only that so don't take it as gospel, but @bullybeef apparently detects the energy by slipping his grotesque undersized penis into a corpse and seeing if it meets with resistance.

If there is a faint smell of lard and gravy then chances are you're in the presence of a spirit whose corpse he has ejaculated into, again just a rumour I heard and certainly not fact.
 
Bungle said:
Heard a rumour, and it is only that so don't take it as gospel, but @bullybeef apparently detects the energy by slipping his grotesque undersized penis into a corpse and seeing if it meets with resistance.

If there is a faint smell of lard and gravy then chances are you're in the presence of a spirit whose corpse he has ejaculated into, again just a rumour I heard and certainly not fact.
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I didn't want this lunch anyway.
 

Bungle said:
Heard a rumour, and it is only that so don't take it as gospel, but @bullybeef apparently detects the energy by slipping his grotesque undersized penis into a corpse and seeing if it meets with resistance.

If there is a faint smell of lard and gravy then chances are you're in the presence of a spirit whose corpse he has ejaculated into, again just a rumour I heard and certainly not fact.
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Can just see Derek Ancorah asking the deceased where bullybeef touched them.
 
Spadge Vernacular said:
The strangest story I know of involving my family happened to my aunt, uncle, and cousin. My uncle is a physicist and works in aerospace, my cousin once graduated followed the same path, both are very focused upon an evidenced-based approach - so very logical. My aunt is a schoolteacher and also level-headed. They live in a big old house with a smaller outbuilding/cottage next to it that was lived in by an older couple - I can't remember the old lady's name but her husband was called George a chap who I had met on a few occasions whilst visiting.

My uncle doesn't talk about the incident, in fact, he has only spoken of it once in my company, but the one time he did it stuck in my mind as he is most certainly not the type to involve himself with idle chatter. Their property is set on the outskirts of a village surrounded by fields and woodland and is a very tranquil spot. The only bother they tend to have is with the occasional rogue rabbit in the vegetable patch or the like. It is an idyllic setting, and this tranquillity was one of the reasons that they had been attracted to the property, aside from its truly stunning vistas.

On the night in question, my uncle was woken by my aunt and the sound of their dog barking aggressively. Aside from my aunt and the dog he also became aware of my cousin screaming "DAD" at the top of his voice! As he explained, it was the middle of the night, and being abruptly roused from his slumber he felt that confusion we can all feel when adjusting from a dream state to reality, and by what was happening. Now fully woken, he quickly got up to go and see what was wrong with my cousin, my aunt looking terrified said to my uncle as he opened their bedroom door that she had heard a woman shouting, that the dog then started barking and then my cousin had started screaming. My uncle went straight to my cousin’s room and, turned the light on and found him still shouting, visibly terrified sat with his knees pulled up to his chest in an upright foetal position, pressed against the headboard. His quilt was on the floor at the end of the bed. My uncle said that my cousin had such a look of fear on his face that it instinctively gave him a terrible sensation of dread and foreboding. My cousin, seeing my uncle lunged at him, grabbing his hand, and attempted to get out of the room, pulling his dad with him (he was about 12 at the time). My uncle was asking him what was wrong but couldn't get any sense out of him, just hysterical sobbing and panic as he carried him out of his bedroom to take him to the safety of his mum. As they stepped onto the landing there, stood in front of him was my aunt with one of my uncles' golf clubs gripped tightly, looking ready to take a shot at his head! Thankfully she hadn't been possessed but was waiting to whack the intruder.

My uncle left my cousin in the bedroom with my aunt, and went downstairs, with the golf club in hand. He found the dog, frothing at the mouth and wide-eyed stood facing a closed door in a manner that suggested that there was somebody or something behind it. Feeling that he might be about to get into a confrontation he praised the dog in an attempt to stiffen their collective courage - he wanted the dogs back up should the worst happen. Looking at the closed door my uncle shouted "I'm coming in" and slowly opened the door. As he turned the handle the dog gave a fearful yelp and bolted in the opposite direction! Now alone, he reached inside the doorway for the light switch as he cautiously stepped into the room.

My uncle, as mentioned, is not one to be carried away by irrational thought but explained that the fear and anxiety that he ran through him that night, as he stepped into what felt like an ominous trap was something he had never felt before nor would ever hope to feel again! The light switch clicked on but for some reason the light in the room flickered on and off in quick succession, giving what he described as a strobe-like effect. Coupled with his fear, this strobe effect was very disorientating and so he did not venture any further into the room as he tried to get his baring’s - but something had caught his eye... On the wall next to his bookcase there was an image, what looked like a large pyramid shape that should not have been there. He described it as looking as if some vandal had painted it without care as the edges of the lines had run, dripping down. It was as he tried to rationalise what this might be that he spotted the outline of a figure sat in a chair across the room. The chair was positioned so as to be almost facing away from where my uncle was stood but slightly to the side. He then realised that the figure in the chair was pointing to the pyramid on the wall! His heart racing, he tried to muster the courage to shout at this intruder and demand that he get out of his house but as he tried to do this he felt a loss of control and his breath hissed out of his mouth with a mind of its own, wheezing the words "systematic review"! It was at this point that the shadowy figure turned to face my uncle, and this was the bit that I feel he truly struggled with. In his words, he described this fiendish figure as having the head and face of what he could only liken to an angry tangerine! He never got beyond this point of the tale as his rational brain simply cannot cope with the illogical nonsense of what was unfolding before his eyes. I have never been back there since hearing this tale. I will admit that I do have a curiosity to step into that room but some deep-rooted, primitive survival instinct will not let go of me.
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BNJ1878 said:
Good well be something as simple as that.

Have you never been somewhere that feels a bit 'different'? (standby for a load is Lisbon jokes)
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I remember my mum and dad getting a new pub, a very old coach house that had parts of the building that were 100s of years old. They needed someone to be there early in the morning to let the builders in so I agreed for some reason, thinking a lock-in would be fun, but forgetting there was no actual beer due to it being closed for months...

The upstairs had a really unpleasant, oppressive feeling to it, which a few people commented on. Anyway, during the night I was kept awake by various bangs and tapping, all of which my logical brain explained away as the groaning and creaking of the old wooden beams etc. There was one insistent tapping that went on for around an hour, which to me sounded exactly like the toilet roll holder being lifted up and left to drop and rattle against the wall. Looking back it was far more likely to be the wind blowing through the extractor fan or something similar, but at 4am your mind plays tricks.

The next day the builders turned up and got to work on the upstairs living quarters. At one point they shouted me up and were quite excitedly telling me all about the wall they were in the middle of replastering that turned out - after they pulled the old stuff off - to be made up of mud, clay and horse hair. He then went on to tell me all about the wattle and daub technique that they had used and bored me silly for about an hour.

Almost as soon as that manky old hair and clay mixture had been taken out of the house, it felt like a different place.

I'm not one to bang on about the "energy" of a place but I really do think there could be something in that in terms of some organic materials storing "memories", almost like a natural magnetic tape recorder.

Anyway, a few weeks later I got [Poor language removed] faced and burnt the kitchen down.
 
I don't really believe in it at all. A couple of things have shifted my thinking a bit.

Firstly, we have moved into a new house, which happened to be an old Victorian workhouse then hospital (that has been converted). The neighbour had spoken to us on ghosts. One evening, when it was dark myself, my partner, stepson and cat were all in the living room. I was further away from the door. All 3 of them jumped out of their skin (including the cat who is very intuitive) and said they had seen someone walk past the living room door and go up the stairs. I didn't see or hear anything, and they were both adamant someone was in the house. I did a full search upstairs and nobody was up there. Romelu (my cat) was completely freaked as well, as he is a rescue cat and very aware of new people. My partner and son are adamant to this day they saw someone.

The other example was my mum (again a sceptic) went to see a healer. This healer disclosed some very personnel information to her about a Priest. Something so personnel I didn't even know it. My mum still doesn't know how they knew it.

My partner believes in ghosts and says when she was little her and her brother saw her grandma sitting on the end of her bed one evening making sure they were both ok.

So yes. I'm not really a believer but who knows.
 
heatmeiser said:
I remember my mum and dad getting a new pub, a very old coach house that had parts of the building that were 100s of years old. They needed someone to be there early in the morning to let the builders in so I agreed for some reason, thinking a lock-in would be fun, but forgetting there was no actual beer due to it being closed for months...

The upstairs had a really unpleasant, oppressive feeling to it, which a few people commented on. Anyway, during the night I was kept awake by various bangs and tapping, all of which my logical brain explained away as the groaning and creaking of the old wooden beams etc. There was one insistent tapping that went on for around an hour, which to me sounded exactly like the toilet roll holder being lifted up and left to drop and rattle against the wall. Looking back it was far more likely to be the wind blowing through the extractor fan or something similar, but at 4am your mind plays tricks.

The next day the builders turned up and got to work on the upstairs living quarters. At one point they shouted me up and were quite excitedly telling me all about the wall they were in the middle of replastering that turned out - after they pulled the old stuff off - to be made up of mud, clay and horse hair. He then went on to tell me all about the wattle and daub technique that they had used and bored me silly for about an hour.

Almost as soon as that manky old hair and clay mixture had been taken out of the house, it felt like a different place.

I'm not one to bang on about the "energy" of a place but I really do think there could be something in that in terms of some organic materials storing "memories", almost like a natural magnetic tape recorder.

Anyway, a few weeks later I got [Poor language removed] faced and burnt the kitchen down.
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See my post above about certain feelings. It's what we get about our current place (an old Workhouse and mental hospital that has been converted) and we here noises in the night. It's not a bang, but it's like a bang. Somewhere between a bang and a creak. It's a very odd sensation.
 
My misses went to see a psychic in a house in Norris Green a few years ago with her sister and he told her stuff that he could not have known.
My dad who she never met was present and the psychic named me and my dad and told her she had never met him .The Psychic wasn't to know he was even dead.
He also told her that she would be seriously ill next year but would survive it, she had a massive heart attack but survived it. There was other stuff as well which he could not of guessed.
This fella would only see women though which I thought was strange but apparently he had problems with fellas kicking off when they didn't like what they were told.
 

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