Ghosts

If, as they say, there’s one born every minute, why do some people take up the full half hour?

I’ll match your TIA and raise you a CVA. See how funny you think that is, peeing in a bag and dribbling into your beard for the rest of a very miserable life.

Regards,

kev35

I would see a Doctor pretty damn quick it sounds like TIA to me. If not at least that can be ruled out. For once I am being deadly serious!

Suit yourself.

Outlook is pretty grim – apparently I can expect to lose up to eight hours a night to this phenomenon….

Yes Stuart, look up TIA, might explain things.

Regards,

kev35

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Stuart H

Robbo’s advice is correct. Those symptoms you describe might be the tip of a medical iceberg. See your doc.

Ah, but rational explanations seldom do!!;)

There may be a rational explanation, but it doesn’t make much of a story 😉

…or maybe he just dozed off. 😉

I had a baffling and spooky experience a couple of days ago.

It was mid evening, an hour or so after dark and it was raining lightly outside. I was watching television and I remember the opening titles of Coronation Street appeared. I suddenly became aware of a strange stiffness in my neck and pins and needles down one arm. I found myself slouched to one side and felt oddly groggy. Coronation Street was no longer on the screen. My first reaction was reach for the remote control to check the time and I was startled and confused to notice that over 45 minutes had passed.

Weird huh?

Stuart, if I were you I’d be talking to my GP about those symptoms.

Aliens abducted you for your vital essences, Stuart – too bad you missed your favourite TV show, though…

Nah, aliens cross galaxies to concentrate exclusively on abducting nutters. Uh-Oh…

Aliens abducted you for your vital essences, Stuart – too bad you missed your favourite TV show, though…

As an athiest, I’m quite content to think this life is all there is, and that spooky goings-on are explainable rationally, or perhaps occur through entirely natural/physical processes which we just don’t have any knowledge of yet.

But few things have happened to me over the years which I just can’t explain.

In winter during the mid 1970s I was walking towards the ATC tower at RAF Kinloss, head down into a vicious northerly icy blizzard, when I looked to my left, and saw in the distance an RAF officer, also head down striding towards the tower, swinging a leather briefcase, and wearing an old-fashioned heavy greatcoat, which I thought was odd at the time. I knew we would probably meet at the same place at the tower, so kept my head down, but when I arrived there, there was nobody in sight, and only my footprints in the snow – even where I’d seen the officer walking.

In the 1980s, I had been searching Culbin forest, near Kinloss, for a Vickers Warwick which had crashed there in the 1940s. After a fruitless all-day search, I had given up, and was walking back to my car, and along a forested path I saw an animal I couldn’t identify hop into a grove of deciduous saplings. It looked and moved like a squirrel, but was jet black, and more the size of a small dog. Sure it wasn’t one of Scotland’s usual fauna, I followed it in to the grove for a better look, but when I got there, no sign of the animal, but laying before me was the remains of the Warwick – the beastie had led me straight to it in 7500 acres of forest!

A more recent occurrence happened in my garage a few years ago, while I was working on my motorcycle. My music playlist was fairly loud through my workshop computer, but above that I heard a sudden loud mechanical noise, like large cogs or chains flailing around, like clattering factory or farm machinery, but high up on the wall near the roof. Wondering what the hell was going on, I rushed out, thinking my farmer neighbour had crashed into my garage on his way to his fields. Nothing but silence outside, and my two German Shepherds (usually extremely alert to anything going on) were still asleep on the lawn. Going back into the garage baffled, I replayed the music track which had been on to see if it was corrupted or something, but it was fine…

I had a baffling and spooky experience a couple of days ago.

It was mid evening, an hour or so after dark and it was raining lightly outside. I was watching television and I remember the opening titles of Coronation Street appeared. I suddenly became aware of a strange stiffness in my neck and pins and needles down one arm. I found myself slouched to one side and felt oddly groggy. Coronation Street was no longer on the screen. My first reaction was reach for the remote control to check the time and I was startled and confused to notice that over 45 minutes had passed.

Weird huh?

Mark9 is, was and always will be Flygirl. So many people have returned under different names over the years after receiving so called permanent bans. But I think Anna has been Flygirl for several years now.

I think Ren Frew is still around on Facebook under his real name.

Regards,

kev35

Quite a few ghosts in the older postings….

Ren Frew, Mark9…… where are they now…..?:eek:

In my youth, a scholl friends parents owned a shop with offices above. During the Civil War it was one of three local pubs (as the building was then) that were used to store and transport supplies to Basing house, then under siege by Cromwell.

The building was said to be haunted, if ever there were problems or arguments shelves would break over night, stock would be thrown around. One Sunday we were painting the outside of the shop, two lads, some cold beers, music on, lots of noise etc. I was in the rear store room, my mate was outside in the shop. It was a warm summers afternoon. Suddenly, a cold wind went through that made my hair stand up, and all three doors between me and the shop slammed in sequence. “Something” passed through the shop at speed. There was no wind, it was warm, so it wasn’t the weather.

My mates dad said that we disturbed the ghost by being noisy…….

Very strange John, not a Jaguar saloon by any chance was it?

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Paul 178

Your account of the Mike Hawthorn incident on the Guildford by-pass – an area I know well – reminded me of a very weird happening just further along the by-pass going North, near to Burpham.

This event happened about twenty years ago and was, I believe, recorded by Surrey Police. In the early hours of a Spring morning with no one around a car with one occupant was travelling South on the A3 at Burpham. It was either raining or had been. For some reason the car, travelling at speed, left the road, somersaulted and landed in a ditch in a field heavily overgrown with shrubs and general plant growth.

The person in the car who I think was male had no relatives or close friends who would query his disappearance. There were apparently no undergrowth damage marks which would have defined the point at which he left the road. To all intents and purposes he had gone and couldn’t be found.

As the Spring wore on, fresh plant growth took place and completely concealed the wreck.

About one year later, early in the evening rush hour, the weather was dreadful with heavy rain. Cars travelling South on the same A3 were astonished and terrified to see a car travelling apparently at speed, overtake the nose to tail traffic hurtle thru’ the air turning somersault as it did so and disappear into the undergrowth by the side of the A3.

Traffic screeched to a halt, someone called the Police and Fire Service and started searching. They eventually uncovered the rusty hulk of the car that had crashed a year previously with the body still in at the same spot where drivers had seen the latest car leave the road and with no sign of any other car.

We had to move out of a house when I was young because it was haunted. We then had the haunting confirmed 9 years later by someone completely unrelated to the house. Being in that house still lives with me today, I will never forget it, and that is 34 years later.

Short answer, no. And that’s after visiting three so called haunted places with true believers, all of whom “saw” ghosts whilst we were there!! So I concluded that if you want to see a ghost you will, if you don’t you won’t.

Can dead dogs sit?

Regards,

kev35