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My satellite system just turned itself off whilst I was reading this and fucked up, it's never done this before
It wasn't me and me mate... honest
CLASSIC: What's the spookiest / wierdest / most chilling thing that's ever happened to you?
It wasn't me and me mate... honest
jeeeeez!!
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When i was younger, around 9 years old i used to wake up in the middle of the night and see a man sitting in the chair at the end of my bed. He was quite tall with long dark hair, normal clothing and always looked like he hadn't shaved for a few days from what i can remember.
Anyway, he would sit there looking at me for ages before starting to ask me questions about myself, like my name, how old i was and lots of questions about my family and friends. Also stuff like what i did at school, what i was interested in and how long we had lived in the house.
This went on for around an hour and then he would change and get really nasty. His appearence changed to, he looked alot older with scratches on his arms and face. He would stand up and lean over the end of the bed and shout at me, swearing and i always thought he was going to hit me!....At the end he would crawl up my bed get right in my face and shout 'Heaven is in Hell, as Hell is in Heaven! Then get up and walk out of my bedroom door.
I could never get back to sleep after this so would always put my tv and watch anything till i fell asleep again. Weird thing is my Mum is deaf and my Dad died when i was a baby, but when ever i had this happen to me my mum would have a dream where in it she could actually hear! She told me she used to dream about me answeing random questions about myself and all the stuff i mentioned before but the person i was talking to would always apear to her as a dark blurred shadow, and she would wake up from the dream when he turned nasty and i started screaming....This went on for 5 years till i turned 14 and as the time passed this would happen less and less like every 2 months or so. Still get freaked out now when i talk about it and im now 30.
Anyway, he would sit there looking at me for ages before starting to ask me questions about myself, like my name, how old i was and lots of questions about my family and friends. Also stuff like what i did at school, what i was interested in and how long we had lived in the house.
This went on for around an hour and then he would change and get really nasty. His appearence changed to, he looked alot older with scratches on his arms and face. He would stand up and lean over the end of the bed and shout at me, swearing and i always thought he was going to hit me!....At the end he would crawl up my bed get right in my face and shout 'Heaven is in Hell, as Hell is in Heaven! Then get up and walk out of my bedroom door.
I could never get back to sleep after this so would always put my tv and watch anything till i fell asleep again. Weird thing is my Mum is deaf and my Dad died when i was a baby, but when ever i had this happen to me my mum would have a dream where in it she could actually hear! She told me she used to dream about me answeing random questions about myself and all the stuff i mentioned before but the person i was talking to would always apear to her as a dark blurred shadow, and she would wake up from the dream when he turned nasty and i started screaming....This went on for 5 years till i turned 14 and as the time passed this would happen less and less like every 2 months or so. Still get freaked out now when i talk about it and im now 30.
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I dream about Paul Gadd as well mate.
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Thanks to sunnydelight for finding this - I'd lost it!
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Cracking thread so far....
I dont know where to begin with my experience. It's quite long winded but I'll try to keep it short.
Back in the late summer 95 I took the huge step of leaving home with my girlfriend and move to Leicester (I was studying there at that time). Not a big deal you guys may well say but coming from a Indian family who were quite old school in thinking, it was the equivalent of commiting mass murder and tarnishing the family name.
Not long after leaving the novelty wore off, she was trying to live a life beyond our means, and we began to argue like cats and dags. On many a occasion I threatened to leave her hence leave her on her Jack Jones. This wound her up no end as like me she had left home too with her family being as old school as mine. We would soon kiss and make up up after every argument but I knew, aswell as she did, that it was only a matter of time before we went our separate ways. At that time she was doing a bit of modelling, sorry I dont have any links, and offers of work in London were always coming in. I was happy for her to go do a bit of work as it at least gave me some time to myself and sanity. I never got involved in her workside of life and stopped asking as she was always reluctant to tell me anything.
One late evening we had one of our now routine barneys and it ended with her asking me to drive her down to London there and then. She was due to go down in the morning anyway for some work but I was more than happy to take her down that evening as I wanted some peace and quite. The jouney was a quite one with neither one of us saying a word and the only sound coming was from the radio. We were approaching Milton Keynes on the M1 when out of the blue she lunged at the steering wheel and tried to steer the car of the road. I managed to fend her off and straighten the car but again she tried and kept on trying to lunge at the wheel. I eventually pulled over on to the hard shoulder and asked her WTF is going on in her head. She simply said that she dont want to go to London and wants to go back with me. If I did not take her back with me both of us will not make it to London
Things were quite again in the car on the start of our journey back when all of a sudden she does a 90 degree turn on her seat and is facing me staring at my face. She then goes on to tell me in her new found deep voice that she is going, but it is not her who is saying it if you see what I mean. That voice, or whoever was speaking to me, was telling me she (my girlfriend) was leaving to go to America on a certain date. I was given the flight number, agents number, date, contacts, etc.. As you can imagine I was well and truly spooked. This dep voice of hers continued telling me things that my GF was planning until we were interrupted by the sounds of Police sirens. They flew by us aswell as an ambulance. I was startled by this when this voice describes to me in perfect detail what has happened ahead. It told me an accident had taken place, the make of car and colour and that the woman has died in the crash. There was no way of her knowing this or seeing what had happened ahead as all this was done with her facing me and her staring directly at me. This voice continued telling me things, it's 13 years since it happened hence cannot remember what I was being told, until i got to close to junction 20 on the M1. There before us was the accident that had been described to me, she did not even look in that direction, and simply said to me "see I told you, I was not lying"....
Things went quite again and as soon as we left the M1 at junction 21 she turned around and faced the windscreen again. By the time we got home she was back to her self again and could not remember what had happened or why she was in the car. Once home she went up to bed and was out for the count in no time. Naturally I did'nt go to sleep that night.....
The following day i asked her in the evening, she did'nt go down for her modelling job then, if she can remember what she had said to me. She could not remember anything. When I repeated a few things that had been told to me by that deep voice of hers she was genuinely shocked. Her face went pale at first then filled with rage as to why I had been going through her things and diary. She was having none of it that I had been told by herself...
About a week later we had another barney in the kitchen which ended up with me restraining her as she began throwing things at me. Now there is no flippin way she can over power me, trust me on that lads, but she did and forced me backwards into our room. We shared the downstairs room in a student house. Once in the room I was shoved on to the bed and was pinned down. That voice of hers started up again asking me why I had told her that I knew about her plans about going away etc..... This went on for a bit until one of my house mates retuned from uni. Only then, in a flash, she went back to normal.
This whole freeky episode went on for a a few weeks then all of a sudden stopped. I could go on and on about the things that happened and were said but dont want to bore you all. Just to finish off I was told a few years later, by a mutual friend, that she had gone to one of these black witch doctors that exist in the Indian community and had tried to get some black magic (it's called JADU in punjabi) done on me for me not to leave her. I did eventually......!
People on the outside of the Indian community would not believe how prevelent the belief in black magic (Jado) is amongst our community. My story goes as follows:
My uncle (mums brother), who I've always had a special attachment to, share the same birthday with, they say that i even look like him & has no reason to lie, was in India, he was very upset & depressed at the time due to major family problems (he built a very profitable business & had looked after his younger brother & his family for years (private schooling, massive house, nice cars etc), his brothers wife was always greedy, this caused problems between the 2 brothers, so he decided to leave before things got worse, he left the house, business, cars, money, everything basically because he knew that his younger brother couldn't look after himself). He was walking through a village when a old man comes up to him & says that my uncle is experiencing a lot of sadness & stress, my uncles asks him how he knows, the old guy then goes on to tell him what has happened in my uncles life to make him this way. After this, my uncle is desparate to hear more, so he also tell him that his brothers wife has done black magic on him. This changes my uncles outlook on life completly, the guy also tells him that he should call all his sisters to his house at a certain time, on a certain day, he asks why, he is told that this is the time & day that your father (my grandfather) will pass away, he did. After this my uncle started to look into this kind of stuff, at the same time I was also experiencing major life difficulties, although everything seemed to be going well for me (nice family life, 2 family businesses, lots of friend & social life, supposedly very intelligent). I just couldn't stop drinking very heavily, sometimes a full bottle of whiskey a day (i was only 22 at the time, even went to rehab) & this was causing me depression & really upsetting my dad, mum, brother & sister. My mum told my uncle (she is very close to him), he told her that he would look into it. He came back & told her that the same women had done black magic on me because she was a very jealous women. My uncle came to see me & performed some kind of ceremony on me, I did feel a wave of relief but the drinking started again a few months later. During this period I couldn't stop thinking of the black magic, some days it made me worse. I started to read a few books on my religion (Sikhism), they told me that these things can only effect someone if YOU want to believe in them. I slowly started to get better, luckily being fairly young the drink didn't damage me physically, mentally I am fine aswell, I feel bad sometimes when I think about what I put my family through in those days. Now at the age of 33, I'm happily married with a beautiful daughter.
I'm not saying that we know about everything that exists, but sometimes we can create things in our own minds that seem so real that we can't tell the difference. I equate it to a computer, different software can make them see different things, the human mind is 1000's of times more powerful than any computer, so just imagine what it could create.
I hope that this helps any people out there who are experiencing such problems.
I have one more story, my worst nightmare, the day I knew it was once again all over, Nov 1992, Eric leaves (still remember him beating 4 players by doing kick-ups on the touch line)
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what a brilliant thread!
what a brilliant thread!
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I could just see this face peering into the kitchen window, we both legged it off at the same time
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I've got a couple of weird ones (not spooky as such).
Was with a girl (I was cheating at the time, will explain later) and ended up in the back of my car in Epping Forrest at about 4 in the morning.
Whilst getting it on with said girl, I was on top and she (obviously underneath) could see over my shoulder and out of the window. Mid way through her screams of passion they went beyond the normal pitch and she screamed there's someone at the window !!! I turn around and there was a balaclavered face staring in at us
All I remember seeing was the breath on the window and the eyes through the holes in the balaclava !! I was pretty young at the time and didn't know what the fuck to do apart from jump up and go ballistic, Whoever it was ran off into the forest. The girl started laughing and was calling the guy (?) a dirty pervert and didn't appear to be as shaken up as me, I was fucking trembling and started to try and get dressed !! It was starting to get light at this time and (this was straight out of a horror movie) there was mist coming off the long grass we were parked next to.
A few moments later I look back out of the window and this fucking great big lump in camourflage gear starts to rise out of the long grass and is coming towards the car ! I jumped between the seats and started the car as quickly as I could and got out of there before he reached the car.
On the way home the girl said to me that she was now scared thinking about what could of happened (I suppose the shock was setting in). She said we should go to the Police, I didn't want to do this as I was worried it would get back to the current girlfriend and I would be in deep shit.
I still think about this from time to time and know I should have reported it all those years ago, but I was very young. I have heard of many stories of all sorts of things happening in the forest where we were and it does make me wonder !
Not spooky?
That shit me fucking up!
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omg that scared me shitless.
Yeah still scares me to think about it now.....mentioned this to a few mates the other night and the one said his little brother has been having the same thing happen to him for a while now, but he said its a woman he sees! That really freaked me out.
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Since reading the thread (in work) A doorbell has sounded from the front of the old part of the building before it was completey changed and no one even know's where the bell is! And straight after that a lad who says his house is haunted starts going on about smelling cigarette smoke in his house when no one smokes!
and Solskjaer has won it
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I've got a couple of weird ones (not spooky as such).
Was with a girl (I was cheating at the time, will explain later) and ended up in the back of my car in Epping Forrest at about 4 in the morning.
Whilst getting it on with said girl, I was on top and she (obviously underneath) could see over my shoulder and out of the window. Mid way through her screams of passion they went beyond the normal pitch and she screamed there's someone at the window !!! I turn around and there was a balaclavered face staring in at us
All I remember seeing was the breath on the window and the eyes through the holes in the balaclava !! I was pretty young at the time and didn't know what the fuck to do apart from jump up and go ballistic, Whoever it was ran off into the forest. The girl started laughing and was calling the guy (?) a dirty pervert and didn't appear to be as shaken up as me, I was fucking trembling and started to try and get dressed !! It was starting to get light at this time and (this was straight out of a horror movie) there was mist coming off the long grass we were parked next to.
A few moments later I look back out of the window and this fucking great big lump in camourflage gear starts to rise out of the long grass and is coming towards the car ! I jumped between the seats and started the car as quickly as I could and got out of there before he reached the car.
On the way home the girl said to me that she was now scared thinking about what could of happened (I suppose the shock was setting in). She said we should go to the Police, I didn't want to do this as I was worried it would get back to the current girlfriend and I would be in deep shit.
I still think about this from time to time and know I should have reported it all those years ago, but I was very young. I have heard of many stories of all sorts of things happening in the forest where we were and it does make me wonder !
You should have asked Collymore for his autograph.
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There was one night in 2007 that I will never forget. I still struggle to come to terms with what happened that night even now. I stayed over at a pub in the lakes. Id been staying at a b and b with some mates near Coniston but felt they were doing my head in so I made up an excuse that I wasn’t feeling well and I had to go home. On the way back I stopped for some tea at the pub and after a couple of pints I thought sod it im gonna stop over instead of driving back as it was about 8.30. The landlord said there was a room I could have for £10.00 for the night. Bargain I thought so he gave me the key and took the tenner.
The pub was called the brown horse or bull or something and it was on the edge of grizdale forest in the lake district. It was a large imposing old pub which sat on a hill top. To the rear was the forest and at the front a windey lane which wove through the forest out to windermere. It was November and it was one of those crisp, cold, clear nights. The pub was full of very local people, clearly the types who lived in the immediate area, farmers, etc. They weren’t overly friendly but by no means rude.
I had a couple more pints, Lancaster bomber I think it was, lovely stuff. Before going up to bed I thought I’d nip outside for a quick fag as the smoking ban had come in a few months before. I nipped out of the side door and had a slow walk around the back, trying to light my cig in the strong cold wind. As I walked round the corner I came across this old bloke sat on the wall, smoking a pipe. He was about 70, had a scruffy beard and hair and wore a quite tatty old suit. He gave me a light with his lighter and we got chatting. Turns out he’d lived in the area all his life and he used to deliver milk and eggs to the pub from a farm down the road.
He asked me where I was from and I said Manchester and that I was staying over in the pub that evening. Once I’d told him this his behaviour changed. Why are you staying son? He said, cant you get back to Manchester tonight? I explained that it wasn’t a problem as the room was cheap, I’d had a few drinks and I was in no particular rush to get back anyway. Still he persisted…No you don’t want to stay in there, theres much nicer places to stay in on the other side of the forest. I told him I was happy with it and wasn’t going to start looking for somewhere else at that time of night. With that he jumped up from the wall, his hand on my chest and almost shouting now wheezed ‘listen son…….go home!! This isn’t a place for you!’ He then stumbled off round the corner, to the front of the pub.
I was going to go after him and have a bit of a go but I thought nah leave it hes elderly and hes probably had too much to drink. I finished my cig and went back in the pub and up the stairs near the bar. I was in number 3 and I unlocked my door and went inside. The inside of the room was very basic to say the least. There was a single bed in the corner, a wardrobe and a stand alone mirror. The floor was bare floorboards with a tatty rug and the curtains were those horrible old net things. The room was proper dim, about 2 watt or something! So all in all I was thinking it was a good job the room was so cheap otherwise I would have been back downstairs to complain. I had a quick look out of the window, which looked out on to the back of the pub and the forest beyond. To my surprise the old man was back outside on the wall again smoking his pipe. I noticed him look up at me at the window. I stood back quickly hoping he hadn’t seen me but I was sure he had.
It was really cold in the room and there was no radiator so I got straight in bed and under the covers. I must have fallen asleep pretty quickly as I don’t remember much else then.
What felt like about half an hour later I was awoken by a bang. I just rolled over onto my other side as I thought it must have been somebody going into one of the other rooms on the landing outside. A couple of minutes later I heard something to make me frozen with fear. It was a cough. Nothing scarey about a cough you might think but the thing is the cough came from what sounded like inside my room, probably not much further away than the end of the bed. It was very dark in my room and I sat up quickly and grabbed my mobile from the side of me on the bed. It was one of those slide front ones that lights up when you slide it open. I slid it open quick to shed some dim light on the room. I looked straight ahead to the foot of the bed where I had heard the coughing noise come from. There was nothing there except the blank wall. My heart still pounding I looked to the left to the wardrobe. There was nothing there either. I began to feel a little better, thinking that the cough must have come from one of the other rooms and that the walls must be extremely thin.
Just then I glanced to my right where the mirror was stood against the wall. What I saw in that mirror will stay with me till my dying day. Even now when I see that vision in my mind I feel sick with terror. In the reflection of the mirror I could see myself sat up in bed turned towards the mirror, a pale light on my face coming from my mobile. But next to me over my left shoulder was peering a terrifying face of an old lady! A face which was now smiling with the most evil expression I have ever seen, just a few inches from my own face. A gaunt, haggard old face with glinting beady little eyes. At that moment I wanted to die, I seriously just wanted to die and disappear off the face of the earth. Just then the light from my mobile went out as it does when its been on a few seconds and I was in darkness again. As the light went out the room was filled with the noise of the old woman’s frenzied laughter. High pitched and uncontrollable, taking over my whole being. As she cackled madly i leapt from the bed and ran to the door in the darkness. I tugged at the door handle desperately but it just shook in the door frame, refusing to open for me!! I pressed the light switch on next to the door and turned round quickly.
Expecting to see the evil old woman coming after me I was surprised to see the bed empty. The insane laughter had now stopped too, and had done as soon as the light came on. I stood there, just in a pair of boxers, shivering uncontrollable but sweating like mad too! I felt like I was going to have a heart attack or faint or something!
I turned back to the door and tried again and this time it opened. I ran downstairs still in my boxers into the bar area. I was a gibbering wreck! There were still some people in the bar, staring at me like I was an alien! I went back up to the room with the landlord, packed up my stuff and left that night. I still have nightmares about what happened now and have to have counseling on a regular basis.
The pub was called the brown horse or bull or something and it was on the edge of grizdale forest in the lake district. It was a large imposing old pub which sat on a hill top. To the rear was the forest and at the front a windey lane which wove through the forest out to windermere. It was November and it was one of those crisp, cold, clear nights. The pub was full of very local people, clearly the types who lived in the immediate area, farmers, etc. They weren’t overly friendly but by no means rude.
I had a couple more pints, Lancaster bomber I think it was, lovely stuff. Before going up to bed I thought I’d nip outside for a quick fag as the smoking ban had come in a few months before. I nipped out of the side door and had a slow walk around the back, trying to light my cig in the strong cold wind. As I walked round the corner I came across this old bloke sat on the wall, smoking a pipe. He was about 70, had a scruffy beard and hair and wore a quite tatty old suit. He gave me a light with his lighter and we got chatting. Turns out he’d lived in the area all his life and he used to deliver milk and eggs to the pub from a farm down the road.
He asked me where I was from and I said Manchester and that I was staying over in the pub that evening. Once I’d told him this his behaviour changed. Why are you staying son? He said, cant you get back to Manchester tonight? I explained that it wasn’t a problem as the room was cheap, I’d had a few drinks and I was in no particular rush to get back anyway. Still he persisted…No you don’t want to stay in there, theres much nicer places to stay in on the other side of the forest. I told him I was happy with it and wasn’t going to start looking for somewhere else at that time of night. With that he jumped up from the wall, his hand on my chest and almost shouting now wheezed ‘listen son…….go home!! This isn’t a place for you!’ He then stumbled off round the corner, to the front of the pub.
I was going to go after him and have a bit of a go but I thought nah leave it hes elderly and hes probably had too much to drink. I finished my cig and went back in the pub and up the stairs near the bar. I was in number 3 and I unlocked my door and went inside. The inside of the room was very basic to say the least. There was a single bed in the corner, a wardrobe and a stand alone mirror. The floor was bare floorboards with a tatty rug and the curtains were those horrible old net things. The room was proper dim, about 2 watt or something! So all in all I was thinking it was a good job the room was so cheap otherwise I would have been back downstairs to complain. I had a quick look out of the window, which looked out on to the back of the pub and the forest beyond. To my surprise the old man was back outside on the wall again smoking his pipe. I noticed him look up at me at the window. I stood back quickly hoping he hadn’t seen me but I was sure he had.
It was really cold in the room and there was no radiator so I got straight in bed and under the covers. I must have fallen asleep pretty quickly as I don’t remember much else then.
What felt like about half an hour later I was awoken by a bang. I just rolled over onto my other side as I thought it must have been somebody going into one of the other rooms on the landing outside. A couple of minutes later I heard something to make me frozen with fear. It was a cough. Nothing scarey about a cough you might think but the thing is the cough came from what sounded like inside my room, probably not much further away than the end of the bed. It was very dark in my room and I sat up quickly and grabbed my mobile from the side of me on the bed. It was one of those slide front ones that lights up when you slide it open. I slid it open quick to shed some dim light on the room. I looked straight ahead to the foot of the bed where I had heard the coughing noise come from. There was nothing there except the blank wall. My heart still pounding I looked to the left to the wardrobe. There was nothing there either. I began to feel a little better, thinking that the cough must have come from one of the other rooms and that the walls must be extremely thin.
Just then I glanced to my right where the mirror was stood against the wall. What I saw in that mirror will stay with me till my dying day. Even now when I see that vision in my mind I feel sick with terror. In the reflection of the mirror I could see myself sat up in bed turned towards the mirror, a pale light on my face coming from my mobile. But next to me over my left shoulder was peering a terrifying face of an old lady! A face which was now smiling with the most evil expression I have ever seen, just a few inches from my own face. A gaunt, haggard old face with glinting beady little eyes. At that moment I wanted to die, I seriously just wanted to die and disappear off the face of the earth. Just then the light from my mobile went out as it does when its been on a few seconds and I was in darkness again. As the light went out the room was filled with the noise of the old woman’s frenzied laughter. High pitched and uncontrollable, taking over my whole being. As she cackled madly i leapt from the bed and ran to the door in the darkness. I tugged at the door handle desperately but it just shook in the door frame, refusing to open for me!! I pressed the light switch on next to the door and turned round quickly.
Expecting to see the evil old woman coming after me I was surprised to see the bed empty. The insane laughter had now stopped too, and had done as soon as the light came on. I stood there, just in a pair of boxers, shivering uncontrollable but sweating like mad too! I felt like I was going to have a heart attack or faint or something!
I turned back to the door and tried again and this time it opened. I ran downstairs still in my boxers into the bar area. I was a gibbering wreck! There were still some people in the bar, staring at me like I was an alien! I went back up to the room with the landlord, packed up my stuff and left that night. I still have nightmares about what happened now and have to have counseling on a regular basis.
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Fucking hell. i hope thats bollocks cos im fucking shitting it now
fuck me glad im not you
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ok.. this is pretty mindblowing. you for real?
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ok i can tell you a few true stories about weird spooky things thats happened to me in my past-present life 
its entirely up to you lot if you want to believe me or not-i will post my stories and let you to believe it or not
when i moved in to my present home address me and the wife went out for a well deserved meal
and a good piss up after working hard on our home doing it up-so this nite after being out and coming home
we was shocked-mythed to discover that some of our furniture had moved around by itself
we ruled out anybody else doing it coz no fucker else had a key and there was no sign
of a break in-coz of wot happened the wife freaked out and i had to calm her down with a few slaps joke
after putting all the furniture back and double checking our windows-locks we went to bed
that nite we stopped up for a bit talking about wot had happened and after 30 minutes of being in bed
we heard movements down stairs-so the wife shit herself and i had her clinging to me
and i told her to calm down and pass me my bat-we both crept down to see wot was going on
and to our amazement it moved around again but this time it moved the kitchen table to the other side
all the cupboard doors come open and the kitchen taps were turned on and the fridge door was open
obviously we both knew that the house was haunted with this going on as there was no other explanation
all of this happened when we moved in 10 years ago and its something we both
now have got use to-there was an incident involving my wife and kids
in the day time when i was at work a few years ago-it was a bit freakish as the wife told me that when she was
bathing the kids our youngest daughter who was aged 1 at the time was sat in her cot and the wife
could hear her giggling to herself and the wife went in the babys room to discover that all of her teddy bears
had moved around-the wife then phoned her mum to come round as it freaked her out and
my other 2 daughters-now i dont know if any of you believe in mediums and other stuff like that
but coz of wot had happened over the years i told a workmate one day about the going ons
and he said fuck me mate if your telling me the truth you have some serious shit going on at your house
i said yeah tell me about it but i said funny thing is its never done any of us any harm
he said have you ever considered seeing a medium or getting one down to your house and i said no
not really and i dont think that they are genuine as i have heard before that they are cock and bull
my mate said this bloke who i know is not cock and bull and i said who is he then wots his name mate
were does he live-so i got the details of this fella from me mate and with a lot of thought i decided to go and see him
at which time he lived in accrington nr blackburn-his name was jimmy walker now without bullshitting
you lot this guy was a freak-i went in to see him then got told by him to sit down and relax and dont lie to him when he asks the questions
then he went on to tell me all about my life-about my house with the hauntings and i just sat quietly
and i was gob smacked to fuck as he was bang on with everything he told me-nothing that came out of his mouth
was incorrect and i did not need to say anything on what he said coz he knew he was 100% right
he told me that my house was haunted by an old lady who occupied the house before we moved in and this
old lady means no harm-she was just mischievous and still thinks that she lives on our side
and is confused why her house has new occupants in it who has changed her home around
he told us not to worry as she would never do you or your family any harm but he said for me and the wife
to call out her name when were at home and tell her that she has passed away and that we occupy
your house now-this might sound daft to you lot and your probably thinking im a bullshitter but i can
tell you im not and its the truth-anyway back to were i was-reet after me and the wife did as wot the medium
asked us to do all of the movement of our furniture has since stopped-now the only things that happen
in our home is little things like the kettle will flick on by itself or the telly will switch itself off
but we know now who it is and me and the wife joke and call out her name when she pranks about
and we say annie is that you-you wanting a cuppa love or we say do you not fancy wot were watching on telly
now thanks for reading all of my spooky going ons and if you ever fancy seeing this bloke called
jimmy walker then feel free to send me a pm and i will be happy to give you this mediums phone number
i know plenty of people in the north west have heard of this guy and the people that have heard of him
or been to see this fucking freak that they will tell you that this guy is the real deal-ok i have said a lot now so nite everybody
its entirely up to you lot if you want to believe me or not-i will post my stories and let you to believe it or not
when i moved in to my present home address me and the wife went out for a well deserved meal
and a good piss up after working hard on our home doing it up-so this nite after being out and coming home
we was shocked-mythed to discover that some of our furniture had moved around by itself
we ruled out anybody else doing it coz no fucker else had a key and there was no sign
of a break in-coz of wot happened the wife freaked out and i had to calm her down with a few slaps
jokeafter putting all the furniture back and double checking our windows-locks we went to bed
that nite we stopped up for a bit talking about wot had happened and after 30 minutes of being in bed
we heard movements down stairs-so the wife shit herself and i had her clinging to me
and i told her to calm down and pass me my bat-we both crept down to see wot was going on
and to our amazement it moved around again but this time it moved the kitchen table to the other side
all the cupboard doors come open and the kitchen taps were turned on and the fridge door was open
obviously we both knew that the house was haunted with this going on as there was no other explanation
all of this happened when we moved in 10 years ago and its something we both
now have got use to-there was an incident involving my wife and kids
in the day time when i was at work a few years ago-it was a bit freakish as the wife told me that when she was
bathing the kids our youngest daughter who was aged 1 at the time was sat in her cot and the wife
could hear her giggling to herself and the wife went in the babys room to discover that all of her teddy bears
had moved around-the wife then phoned her mum to come round as it freaked her out and
my other 2 daughters-now i dont know if any of you believe in mediums and other stuff like that
but coz of wot had happened over the years i told a workmate one day about the going ons
and he said fuck me mate if your telling me the truth you have some serious shit going on at your house
i said yeah tell me about it but i said funny thing is its never done any of us any harm
he said have you ever considered seeing a medium or getting one down to your house and i said no
not really and i dont think that they are genuine as i have heard before that they are cock and bull
my mate said this bloke who i know is not cock and bull and i said who is he then wots his name mate
were does he live-so i got the details of this fella from me mate and with a lot of thought i decided to go and see him
at which time he lived in accrington nr blackburn-his name was jimmy walker now without bullshitting
you lot this guy was a freak-i went in to see him then got told by him to sit down and relax and dont lie to him when he asks the questions
then he went on to tell me all about my life-about my house with the hauntings and i just sat quietly
and i was gob smacked to fuck as he was bang on with everything he told me-nothing that came out of his mouth
was incorrect and i did not need to say anything on what he said coz he knew he was 100% right
he told me that my house was haunted by an old lady who occupied the house before we moved in and this
old lady means no harm-she was just mischievous and still thinks that she lives on our side
and is confused why her house has new occupants in it who has changed her home around
he told us not to worry as she would never do you or your family any harm but he said for me and the wife
to call out her name when were at home and tell her that she has passed away and that we occupy
your house now-this might sound daft to you lot and your probably thinking im a bullshitter but i can
tell you im not and its the truth-anyway back to were i was-reet after me and the wife did as wot the medium
asked us to do all of the movement of our furniture has since stopped-now the only things that happen
in our home is little things like the kettle will flick on by itself or the telly will switch itself off
but we know now who it is and me and the wife joke and call out her name when she pranks about
and we say annie is that you-you wanting a cuppa love or we say do you not fancy wot were watching on telly
now thanks for reading all of my spooky going ons and if you ever fancy seeing this bloke called
jimmy walker then feel free to send me a pm and i will be happy to give you this mediums phone number
i know plenty of people in the north west have heard of this guy and the people that have heard of him
or been to see this fucking freak that they will tell you that this guy is the real deal-ok i have said a lot now so nite everybody
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RedDevilMikee
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Bloody hell Ads, did you lose the full stop on your keyboard mate?!
But seriously - there's a thread on Jimmy Walker on here:
http://www.wiganworld.co.uk/communi...msd=87812&offset=160&subject=Psychics Mediums
But seriously - there's a thread on Jimmy Walker on here:
http://www.wiganworld.co.uk/communi...msd=87812&offset=160&subject=Psychics Mediums
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admufc
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wots a full stop 
joking - i seen the fella as i said in my weird encounters
hes a bit of a robbing bastard charging £40 well thats wot i paid last time but hes
worth every penny if your into that stuff
joking - i seen the fella as i said in my weird encounters hes a bit of a robbing bastard charging £40 well thats wot i paid last time but hes
worth every penny if your into that stuff
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Fuck me that was some scary shit, top thread though, I work in signalboxes on the railway and have had a few things shit me up over the years, but when i was about 10 I snook downstairs when everybody was in bed and started watching a video on one of those old betamax players of a film called The Howling, anyway it was proper scary for a 10 year old boy and I was proper shitting myself. Anyway when it had finished I was sat there frozen to the settee when the door which went from the living room to the back garden just came clean off its hinges and fell into the back garden. I was screaming like a little bitch and all the family came flying downstairs to see what was going on to find me there just screaming at the top of my voice. After telling my parents what I'd been up to they never left any horror videos hanging around for me to get my hands on again.
When mum and dad divorced my dad got a flat on his own and he swore that it was haunted, said things moved on their own and lights turned themselves on etc, I never witnessed any of this and just used to humour him (I was about 17 at this time), it went on for about a year and his best mate Joe got kicked out by his missus so was dossing at dads for a while, he swore it was haunted as well.
So one night I was in the griffin in broadbottom and instead of getting the bus home thought i'd stay at my dads, so walked to Hattersley to dads flat and saw the light was on, it was about 1am, so snook up and let myself in very very quietly and started scratching on the living room door, Dad to Joe "can you hear that mate?", Joe to dad "fucking right i can daley", go and see what it is (by this time the scratching is getting louder) fuck off daley you go, after about 5 mins they said come on we'll both go, so (pissing myself just typing this) they both came to the door and shouting fling the door open, I hid around the wall as they are both laughing and trying to be dead manly with each other and when they both turned around to go back in the living room i stroked them both on the back, well they fucking shat themselves and ran into the living room screaming and me pissed up just went Hiya lads heres your ghost!!!
I was fucking rolling around on the floor pissing myself laughing but not for long as they then proceeeded to give me a right kicking.
Love telling that story at family gatherings and was well worth the beating
When mum and dad divorced my dad got a flat on his own and he swore that it was haunted, said things moved on their own and lights turned themselves on etc, I never witnessed any of this and just used to humour him (I was about 17 at this time), it went on for about a year and his best mate Joe got kicked out by his missus so was dossing at dads for a while, he swore it was haunted as well.
So one night I was in the griffin in broadbottom and instead of getting the bus home thought i'd stay at my dads, so walked to Hattersley to dads flat and saw the light was on, it was about 1am, so snook up and let myself in very very quietly and started scratching on the living room door, Dad to Joe "can you hear that mate?", Joe to dad "fucking right i can daley", go and see what it is (by this time the scratching is getting louder) fuck off daley you go, after about 5 mins they said come on we'll both go, so (pissing myself just typing this) they both came to the door and shouting fling the door open, I hid around the wall as they are both laughing and trying to be dead manly with each other and when they both turned around to go back in the living room i stroked them both on the back, well they fucking shat themselves and ran into the living room screaming and me pissed up just went Hiya lads heres your ghost!!!
I was fucking rolling around on the floor pissing myself laughing but not for long as they then proceeeded to give me a right kicking.
Love telling that story at family gatherings and was well worth the beating
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Wazza10
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I was trapped in a lift for about an hour at night on my own once in a carpark complex. Was going to the top to meet up with mates and got stuck. They figured I wasn;t going so didn't think twice.
Eventually it started moving and I go out Was fucking scary though!
Eventually it started moving and I go out
Was fucking scary though!
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Chief
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Super thread
Hardly even remember writing that.
Suck my pussy Lampard
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Denton Red
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Shame
I've never read this thread but just seen that post
it's the funniest thing i'v ever read, I would like someone to give me a reference number to the page so I can rep The Masturbating Pencil wielder
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DRED81
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When I was about 10 years old me and my mum visited one of her friends house who she worked with . Being a naughty 10 year old I found sitting in the garden boring so my mums friend sent me to play in her teenage sons room . As I was playing in the lads room I heard a noise on the landing so ran outside noticing that a door at the end of the landing was now half open . Walking up to see who was inside I was shocked to find no one in there at all only a bed and a arm chair in the corner .
Being a noisey boy I stepped into the room only to have the hair on the back of my neck stand on end as I felt someone move and stand direct behind me ( Hairs on my neck standing just talking about it ) . I turned around as fast as I could but there was'nt anyone there I know someone moved behind me as I felt them and heard them .
What does a 10 year old do in that situation I run crying into the garden . Mum grabbed me and tried to calm me asking what had happened . I told her the story and her friend replyed I told you so I told you !! .
Turns out that for months her friend had been telling her that people thought her mother who she nursed till her death in the house was haunting that room .
To this day I believe totally there is something that keeps spirits behind haunting houses .
Being a noisey boy I stepped into the room only to have the hair on the back of my neck stand on end as I felt someone move and stand direct behind me ( Hairs on my neck standing just talking about it ) . I turned around as fast as I could but there was'nt anyone there I know someone moved behind me as I felt them and heard them .
What does a 10 year old do in that situation I run crying into the garden . Mum grabbed me and tried to calm me asking what had happened . I told her the story and her friend replyed I told you so I told you !! .
Turns out that for months her friend had been telling her that people thought her mother who she nursed till her death in the house was haunting that room .
To this day I believe totally there is something that keeps spirits behind haunting houses .
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parkjisung
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Top kneck action.
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Chief
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Shame
Proper action piss,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
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Chief
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Oh FFS, I need to stop going on the internet pissed.
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Chief
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This post makes my mouth piss with joy.
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Chief
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I don't believe in psychics and all that BUT...
I was in Hong Kong in 1995 returning from a boat-trip to one of the Islands.
As I stepped off the boat, I had this really strange feeling: someone I knew was very close. I couldn't walk. I had to stop and stand still for a moment.
A few hours later found myself in a crowded club and I looked round and saw this face through the crowd. It was a girl I'd not seen since 1987.
Sadly, she had a new boyfriend (nice guy actually), else I'd have done her again - I could smell she was still interested.
I still can't believe it now. That feeling was really weird - and before you say anything, it was a completely smooth boat trip, smooth as a lily pond so I wasn't dizzy or seasick.
Aside:
She's a special woman - the only woman who's put her hands round her petite breasts and told me
"I know they're not very big, but I want you to suck them hard"
If anyone knows where Becky Lloyd from Hull is now, send me a PM.
Hope I've not let myself down by admitting I've been with someone from Hull.
I was in Hong Kong in 1995 returning from a boat-trip to one of the Islands.
As I stepped off the boat, I had this really strange feeling: someone I knew was very close. I couldn't walk. I had to stop and stand still for a moment.
A few hours later found myself in a crowded club and I looked round and saw this face through the crowd. It was a girl I'd not seen since 1987.
Sadly, she had a new boyfriend (nice guy actually), else I'd have done her again - I could smell she was still interested.
I still can't believe it now. That feeling was really weird - and before you say anything, it was a completely smooth boat trip, smooth as a lily pond so I wasn't dizzy or seasick.
Aside:
She's a special woman - the only woman who's put her hands round her petite breasts and told me
"I know they're not very big, but I want you to suck them hard"
If anyone knows where Becky Lloyd from Hull is now, send me a PM.
Hope I've not let myself down by admitting I've been with someone from Hull.
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parkjisung
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Fucking what?
That's shit.
That's shit.