I agree with Steve that some of it is people imagining things but the reality is, there has to be something in it.
Take the house we used to live in, we never ever saw anything (aprt from me & my brother’s imaginary friend) but always heard it, mum had a dream of that woman who a girl saw years later, exactly the same woman.

Barrythemod, looking at that picture reminded me, my mother in law used to run a Christian youth group, I used to pick my girlfriend (now wife) up from there every sunday night about 8:30pm, well before I met her one of the group was killed in a motorbike accident, outside the building is the grounds to the chapel, they decided to plant a tree in memory of him, they all gathered and had their photo taken by the tree as a group, when it was developed this guy who died is staring out the top window where they hold the group, and it is him, you can even make out his moustache, they have had the picture verified by experts and they can’t determine or give an explanation as to what else it could be, when you see it it really freaks you out I can tell you.

I play cricket, and the team I used to play for was my village team, the captain was a hard working sincere chap who lived in a very old farmhouse 2 miles outside the village, my uncle also owns a farm “across the fields” from his place, well he came to cricket and he wasn’t saying much (which is unusual), and he looked a kind of white, I said “Rog you okay today?” he said “yeah I’m fine, but hey do you….? naa forget it, people will think I’m stupid” I said what was up? he said well, he said did I believe in ghosts, I said hell yes, he then started to say that well he never and that whenever anyone used to tell stories he used to dismiss them as a load of old tosh, but he said he was led in bed the night before when he awoke, and at the bottom of his bed was a Roundhead, stood there in all his glory looking at him, he closed his eyes, opened them again and he was still there, so he closed them again, rubbed them, opened them and he was still there, he said he poked his foot out the bottom of the bed and waved it through him, he was still there, he turned round, woke up his wife Sam and told her to look at the end of the bed, when she did there was nothing there, she thought he was mad. This ties in with my uncle, there is a stream flowing in one of his fields, the same one that goes past my back garden, and he has often found swords, bits of clothning, coins etc from the 1600’s, and again on the outskirts of the village there was a war between the roundheads & cavaliers so it strikes home that what he was saying was the truth.

HAHA she’s stalking me, naa she is bound to be inquisitive when I’m mowing the lawn for that long and thinks she’ll take a look, nothing sinister, it’s when she does this that I can feel it, it’s quite strange, same thing on the morning when I go to work, she’s only looking out to see if I will spot her and wave as I go off

Strange thing is, even now I feel I sense things, I was in a building which belongs to my wife’s mother’s friend, I could sense something in there, I asked her if it was haunted and she said “how did you know that”? I just told her I sensed something was here, I did that on 4-5 occasions in different places, I also know when someone is watching me, my lawn in my back garden is 70 feet away from the house and down a considerable slope by a river, it takes about an hr to mow the lawn, all of a sudden I stop, I look up and the wife is watching me out the window, and I go all cold and break out into a sweat, other times have been when I’m going to work at 4:45am, I pull out of my driveway then !!BAM!! it hits me, I look up to the landing window and the wife is watching me go to work (she sometimes gets up for the loo when I go), very strange.

Dean

I should go and get a coffee

Basically it all started before I was born and when my mum was pregnant with my brother, my parents went to look at the house we eventually ended up in, but before we bought it my mum showed her mum the house and straight away my nan said to mum ‘don’t buy this one I don’t like it’ mum asked y and she said she didn’t know but didn’t like it that was all. So my parents moved in. My mum was the one who started to feel strange things, i.e. an ‘atmosphere in the kitchen, bedroom and landing, and it was always cold and damp (you always here that about ghost stories but I guess its true) my parents used to wake up go downstairs and the lights would be on and they swear they switched them off so they used to do a test, and double check they were off and sure enough they were on in the morning, but things didn’t really get going til I was born and about 1-2 yrs old, basically mum used to hear footsteps on the landing but thought nothing of it, then they would get worse and she would hear it on the stairs too, we were then given a dog by my uncle, the dog used to stand by the door out to the hallway and growl for no reason at all, this used to go on for ages, and it wouldn’t stop, then a year or so later my aunt’s husband was put into jail for GBH, she came to live with us and she had a son, my cousin who is 1 yr younger than me , basically me and my brother were in a bed, and Neil was in a cot.
My dad used to go out every night to the pub and leave my mum and aunt on their own, basically it all used to start at night, they would hear us out of bed, mum used to go up and we’d all be fast asleep, then they would hear us again, my aunt would come up, we’d all be in bed asleep, then they used to start worrying, my mum then got a job working nights, my aunt was left on her own at night, it was only 2 months and she moved out because she didn’t like the house, she would hear all the noises on her own, and she’d had enuff, I could get her to tell her side but she died 2 years aged 42.
Then weird things started to happen, between our bedroom and my parents bedroom was a wall which was at least 2 mtrs wide, well mum was working nights and she would get home in the mornings send us off to pre-school, do the housework then have a sleep in the afternoons before she had to go to work again, we used to have attic stairs in our house, well, mum used to dream of a grey haired old lady in a grey gown carrying a candle coming down the attic stairs and enter the bedroom, stand over mum and just watch her, mum could feel it, she used to wake up startled and there would be no-one there, but the strange thing is, she had this SAME dream for 2 years EVERY day she went to bed in the afternoon, we used to have an open pit fire, well one day next door’s house filled with smoke, he called a surveyor out and he came to our house and said we must have another room in the house somewhere, he obtained drawings for the house and pinpointed a room between the 2 bedrooms. Mum and dad still didn’t really suspect anything was up, life carried on as normal but then myself AND Shaun both had this imaginary friend, his name was Tommy Gale, both Shaun and I can still describe him to this day, we both even know what he looks like, knew where he lived, and knew he owned a brilliant white horse, mum used to say we would be sat at the table eating dinner and all of a sudden we would jump down and say ‘gotta go mum Tommy is calling us’ so we would go to play with Tommy, we would be having our hair cut down the road and do exactly the same, to this day Shaun & I find it quite odd that we both knew what he looked like, knew of his horse and where he lived, but bear in mind where he lived didn’t exist in reality.
Anyway things were getting stranger for mum, she used to keep our pushchairs on the landing and turn them upside down to stop us zooming down the stairs on them, mum heard a noise one day so she went upstairs and the wheels were spinning on the pushchair, after this event sometime later she was on her afternoon nap but instead of the grey haired old lady walking down the attic stairs as in her usual dream she was standing by the bedroom door beckoning mum with her finger, mum dreamt she got out of bed and followed her round the corner, when mum got there the woman had gone between the walls between the 2 bedrooms and was a skeleton dead on a little bed in there, after that dream mum NEVER had the dream again, very very strange, anyway enough was enough and we decided to move out and sell, 3 weeks before we moved out mum and dad were settling into bed one night just in that state of dropping to sleep when on the landing they both heard the loudest most blood curdling scream they have every heard, my dad is a large guy, and I mean large, built like a brick wall, and this scared him so much he froze, but he had to get out of bed to see if we were ok, he describes it as nothing he has ever heard before and nothing human, he is still talking about it to this day some 25 years later, can’t think how that can be in the mind of 2 ppl at once? my mother is still going on about it now as well.
After we moved out, a couple we know moved in with their son who we know well today, they lived there for 13 years and never heard a damn thing, the house we lived in was a terrace house dating back to the 1600’s
Then another twist, when we were about 13 years old some 9-10 years after all this we were at youth club, and a young girl (11 yrs old) who we know, lives in the High Street along from us came to us telling us of something she saw the week before, she said she went to her hallway and couldn’t believe it but saw a grey haired old lady with a candle come down her stairs, me and Shuan looked at each other and went cold, absolutely not believing what we just heard, she had no reason to make it up, she just came out with it for no reason.
Then, in Wotton Under Edge ( a town near us) is supposed to be one of the most haunted places in Britain, an Inn called The Ram Inn, well dad was watching tv, and this was only 2 yrs ago and a program about The Ram Inn was on the tv, well, where we lived there are big vaults under the road, and years ago apparently it was an Inn too, well in Wotton based at the Ram Inn was this horseman they described on TV called Gale, and he used to deliver beer to the surrounding areas on horseback with a cart back in the 18th century.
Pretty strange huh? Im sure theres more to it but its late and I don’t like talking about it, Im going cold already.

Dean

silly billy 🙂

I found this pre-release screenshot.

What, me? Evil??? :diablo: 😀

I lost 2 stone last year by running 3 miles every other day, and doing weights at home on the opposite day to running, and by eating well, the weight flew off, so there is no need to spend the money at the gym, I found the hardest thing about running was getting out the door, once you take that step the rest is easy, even if it was raining just take that step out the door and close it, it can be done, I’m testiment to that 🙂