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Post by trigger on Oct 31, 2015 20:24:16 GMT
Do you believe in such things ??
Worked very recently with a well respected and a great chap to associate yourself with who due to a post switch moved down South three weeks ago, really decent bloke TBH.
Anyway he told me of a few incidents within Stoke and Leek Moorlands of goings on of the supernatural type he'd personally seen with his own eyes, as said he's a great bloke and you'd believe everything he said.
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Post by kidsgroveboxxy on Oct 31, 2015 22:44:43 GMT
I once saw a thread on 'Football' with no moaning! Honest, no lies. Proper spooked I was!
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Post by kidsgroveboxxy on Oct 31, 2015 22:51:09 GMT
But in all honesty and relevance to this thread, yes I do. I was once down the Harecastle in Kidsgrove, bout 10 P.M on a summers eve, when it was still relatively light, and was overwhelmed by a strong scent of Lavender. This scent stayed very prominent as I walked down Boathorse Rd, and waned off as I got to the Rifleman. Didn't think much of it at the time, but later found out that the 'Kidsgrove Boggart' (the young woman that was decapitated in the tunnel in the 1600's) would have probably worn lavender essence as a perfume, as it was the most popular fragrance of the time. On returning recently, there is no evidence of any natural lavender growing in the vicinity of the tunnel and Boathorse Road.
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Post by marwood on Nov 1, 2015 22:36:08 GMT
Up until I saw a ghost I didn't believe in them and I mostly believe now that I've had several conversations with one.
I used to work in the Foxley in Milton and there as an old man that always used to appear in the corner just after closing, it took me a while to realise he was a shade, an apparition. It freaked me out at first and in many ways my mind has not been right since.
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Post by cheeesfreeex on Nov 1, 2015 22:42:10 GMT
Up until I saw a ghost I didn't believe in them and I mostly believe now that I've had several conversations with one. I used to work in the Foxley in Milton and there as an old man that always used to appear in the corner just after closing, it took me a while to realise he was a shade, an apparition. It freaked me out at first and in many ways my mind has not been right since. Nah that was Phil the Fridge, he doesn't get in so much nowadays. Foxley is ok again though. |
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Post by sheikhmomo on Nov 1, 2015 23:40:47 GMT
I'm an atheist fuck who believes in nothing but doing night shifts at Alton Towers as a student. Fuck me bandy. Saw some weird business.
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Post by andrewguk on Oct 14, 2016 1:42:50 GMT
Some good video's here
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Post by trentvale68 on Oct 18, 2016 17:32:23 GMT
I actually have a real ghost story, a proper full on haunting that happened in my childhood home
We're not talking creaking floorboars/dripping taps etc either
Im talking a home help we had seeing and talking with a man she knew nothing about, describing his unusual appearance to a tee - a man that committed suicide in the house, some 20 years prior. The same thing also attacked my sister to the point she was hysterical and is hesitant to discuss it today. She described it as an enormous, dark, cowl shaped thing that appeared between her & the banister - it seemed to actually block the light out
I personally never saw it but (and again knowing nothing of this until afterwards)I often sensed 'something' on the stairs area - that was where it mostly happened. We had 2 dogs as well, that in unison would move their heads looking and seeing at something unseen
I honestly don't care what the sceptics and closed minded scientists say , underneath all the fakes, frauds and con artists, there is a 1% that is very real. Either something of that man survived his physical death or some entity chose to appear as him, either way I'm totally convinced that there can be non physical life. After all the reading ive done the past year, I am sure that human consciousness survives death. I personally consider it a privilege to have had this happen many years ago - as a result, I have very little fear of actual death, only the dying itself as I feel strongly on my experience that there is a continuation of existence.
On a side note, I have had no experience but based on the above I would really say to stay away from Ouija boards - no need to open 'door
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Post by cheeesfreeex on Oct 18, 2016 17:57:30 GMT
I actually have a real ghost story, a proper full on haunting that happened in my childhood home We're not talking creaking floorboars/dripping taps etc either Im talking a home help we had seeing and talking with a man she knew nothing about, describing his unusual appearance to a tee - a man that committed suicide in the house, some 20 years prior. The same thing also attacked my sister to the point she was hysterical and is hesitant to discuss it today. She described it as an enormous, dark, cowl shaped thing that appeared between her & the banister - it seemed to actually block the light out I personally never saw it but (and again knowing nothing of this until afterwards)I often sensed 'something' on the stairs area - that was where it mostly happened. We had 2 dogs as well, that in unison would move their heads looking and seeing at something unseen I honestly don't care what the sceptics and closed minded scientists say , underneath all the fakes, frauds and con artists, there is a 1% that is very real. Either something of that man survived his physical death or some entity chose to appear as him, either way I'm totally convinced that there can be non physical life. After all the reading ive done the past year, I am sure that human consciousness survives death. I personally consider it a privilege to have had this happen many years ago - as a result, I have very little fear of actual death, only the dying itself as I feel strongly on my experience that there is a continuation of existence. On a side note, I have had no experience but based on the above I would really say to stay away from Ouija boards - no need to open 'door Nah mate, I'm sure you'd love a Ouija. Something to confound the rational mind. |
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Post by ST1 Stokie on Oct 18, 2016 19:19:43 GMT
I never did believe in them but and this actually occurred. I was walking my dog in broad daylight along the canal by the China garden on the opposite side and as I reached the bridge is felt a hand on my shoulder I looked around and nothing or nobody was there. This has happened twice now and both times in the same spot.....proper shit me up
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Post by lagwafis on Oct 18, 2016 19:31:11 GMT
One summer we saw someone who looked from a different time period, wearing (at best guess) a monk robe on the border of Biddulph and Congleton. He crossed the road, went through a gate and disappeared into the field.
We figured he was a local from Mow Cop and carried on driving.
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Post by cheeesfreeex on Oct 18, 2016 19:31:40 GMT
Still on tenterhooks regarding Auntigeorge's ghostly tales from the French hol.
Next door neighbour haunted the new occupants for a while, according to them.
Window cleaner spotted him through a window and they'd smell {his} guitar smoke in the morning.
I saw nowt.
Fascinated cynic.
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Post by lawrieleslie on Oct 18, 2016 19:37:19 GMT
There is a scientific explanation for "repetition hauntings" or those that seem to re occur time and time again, for example the legion of Roman Soldiers often reported crossing over the M6 in Cheshire. Certain materials such as quartz and silver have an ability to record both sound and visual scenes. These sounds or scenes could have been "recorded" and when atmospheric conditions are right these manifest themselves as sound or visual sights. This partially explains some sightings where only the top or bottom half of an entity is seen particularly in old buildings.
Of course their are other sightings that cannot be easily scientifically explained. Seeing a loved one soon after death is sometimes believed to be due the the state of mind of the person seeing the apparition perhaps willing themselves to see them.
What I don't think can be explained is what happened to my eldest daughter many years ago when she was visited by her Grand Mother, my mum, who appeared sitting on her bed late one night. My mother had died five years before in Stoke on Trent whilst she appeared to my daughter in Plymouth.
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Post by elystokie on Oct 18, 2016 20:27:07 GMT
Still on tenterhooks regarding Auntigeorge's ghostly tales from the French hol. Next door neighbour haunted the new occupants for a while, according to them. Window cleaner spotted him through a window and they'd smell {his} guitar smoke in the morning. I saw nowt. Fascinated cynic. I may be being thick but I've no idea what 'guitar smoke' is or was. I've never seen anything ghostly meself but I stayed in a place in the Lake District called Borwick Hall in the 70s, it was a spooky old place and the TV series 'The Ghosts of Motley Hall' had been filmed there a few years earlier. There was a load of us, NCB apprentices, staying there doing a leadership course. As I say, I never saw a thing personally but some lads staying in one of the rooms reckon they heard a locked door open and shut about 50 times in quick succession, proper shit them up. Another lad in the same room reckoned he saw a 'white mist' in the shape of a woman, float across the bedroom, past his bed and into the bathroom behind him, he refused to sleep in that room again. |
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Post by cheeesfreeex on Oct 18, 2016 20:38:18 GMT
Still on tenterhooks regarding Auntigeorge's ghostly tales from the French hol. Next door neighbour haunted the new occupants for a while, according to them. Window cleaner spotted him through a window and they'd smell {his} guitar smoke in the morning. I saw nowt. Fascinated cynic. I may be being thick but I've no idea what 'guitar smoke' is or was. I've never seen anything ghostly meself but I stayed in a place in the Lake District called Borwick Hall in the 70s, it was a spooky old place and the TV series 'The Ghosts of Motley Hall' had been filmed there a few years earlier. There was a load of us, NCB apprentices, staying there doing a leadership course. As I say, I never saw a thing personally but some lads staying in one of the rooms reckon they heard a locked door open and shut about 50 times in quick succession, proper shit them up. Another lad in the same room reckoned he saw a 'white mist' in the shape of a woman, float across the bedroom, past his bed and into the bathroom behind him, he refused to sleep in that room again. Ha Ha. The guitar smoke should have been 'cigar'. A bit Freudian/not concentrating. Me next door neighbour was a proper character, he was lead singer of local band 'Why Not?' 1970's. They had an elaborate stage show where he'd be hung on stage. He left me a suitcase containing press cuttings and promo stuff. There was one promo shot of me neighbour dressed as an old woman... It was this image the window cleaner later identified as the person he'd seen through the window. Like I say I've saw nowt mesen. Sounds an interesting night in the haunted Hall. I've put mesen in the psychic firing line in all sorts of locations/situations. Other than a couple of freaky Ouija's I've felt nowt. Yet. |
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Post by chuffedstokie on Oct 18, 2016 20:55:56 GMT
Near to where we lived down south was an American secret listening base at a place called Chicksands. It centered around an old priory which was home to a very strict order of monks. One of them went against strict orders and had his wicked way with a visiting young cleaner. For her troubles she was walled up alive inside the priory. By all accounts she still walks the walls of the building today and many servicemen are reported to have either seen or heard her in the building. Many actually refusing to work within it. The base has closed now as it was a vital station during the cold war so no longer needed. Beds County Council have now taken up residence in the grounds but not the priory. Loads of American service men can't all be seeing things.
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Post by elystokie on Oct 18, 2016 21:21:37 GMT
Near to where we lived down south was an American secret listening base at a place called Chicksands. It centered around an old priory which was home to a very strict order of monks. One of them went against strict orders and had his wicked way with a visiting young cleaner. For her troubles she was walled up alive inside the priory. By all accounts she still walks the walls of the building today and many servicemen are reported to have either seen or heard her in the building. Many actually refusing to work within it. The base has closed now as it was a vital station during the cold war so no longer needed. Beds County Council have now taken up residence in the grounds but not the priory. Loads of American service men can't all be seeing things. I don't know about that, they're well known for not being able to hold their ale ;) |
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Post by slicko on Oct 19, 2016 12:28:48 GMT
But in all honesty and relevance to this thread, yes I do. I was once down the Harecastle in Kidsgrove, bout 10 P.M on a summers eve, when it was still relatively light, and was overwhelmed by a strong scent of Lavender. This scent stayed very prominent as I walked down Boathorse Rd, and waned off as I got to the Rifleman. Didn't think much of it at the time, but later found out that the 'Kidsgrove Boggart' (the young woman that was decapitated in the tunnel in the 1600's) would have probably worn lavender essence as a perfume, as it was the most popular fragrance of the time. On returning recently, there is no evidence of any natural lavender growing in the vicinity of the tunnel and Boathorse Road. Glade freshner in your car? |
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Post by mickmillslovechild on Oct 19, 2016 14:41:38 GMT
What happened to that bloke who used to post on here and did his own videos etc. on paranornal stuff? Didn't he say he was in touch with the Krays or someone like that?
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Post by blurtonboy on Oct 19, 2016 15:32:18 GMT
What happened to that bloke who used to post on here and did his own videos etc. on paranornal stuff? Didn't he say he was in touch with the Krays or someone like that? JonathanAckworth, used too see him loads on NOT606 expressing the exact same things(bullshit) he spouted on here, apparently he was a charlton fan, so he might still be around on 1 of their forums. |
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Post by mickmillslovechild on Oct 19, 2016 15:44:01 GMT
What happened to that bloke who used to post on here and did his own videos etc. on paranornal stuff? Didn't he say he was in touch with the Krays or someone like that? JonathanAckworth, used too see him loads on NOT606 expressing the exact same things(bullshit) he spouted on here, apparently he was a charlton fan, so he might still be around on 1 of their forums. Thank you! That would have done my head in for hours if you hadn't remembered his name |
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Post by blurtonboy on Oct 19, 2016 15:47:14 GMT
JonathanAckworth, used too see him loads on NOT606 expressing the exact same things(bullshit) he spouted on here, apparently he was a charlton fan, so he might still be around on 1 of their forums. Thank you! That would have done my head in for hours if you hadn't remembered his name He was a bit like our Benji, could never forget the pair of them. |
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Post by Northy on Oct 20, 2016 7:22:28 GMT
But in all honesty and relevance to this thread, yes I do. I was once down the Harecastle in Kidsgrove, bout 10 P.M on a summers eve, when it was still relatively light, and was overwhelmed by a strong scent of Lavender. This scent stayed very prominent as I walked down Boathorse Rd, and waned off as I got to the Rifleman. Didn't think much of it at the time, but later found out that the 'Kidsgrove Boggart' (the young woman that was decapitated in the tunnel in the 1600's) would have probably worn lavender essence as a perfume, as it was the most popular fragrance of the time. On returning recently, there is no evidence of any natural lavender growing in the vicinity of the tunnel and Boathorse Road. Ive heard of the kidsgrove boggart stories, going to clough hall in the 70's the tunnels werent built until the 1770's so your 1600's is a bit out. |
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Post by Northy on Oct 20, 2016 7:28:36 GMT
a few of us did a ouija board in HMS Nelson, Portsmouth about 1980, I thought somebody was pushing the glass around so I asked it to spell my mums maiden name, and it did, a couple of others got a bit shitted up about it as well and we threw the glass out of the window, 10 stories up.
My dad saw the top half of somebody sitting in a chair in my first house in Sandyford, told the neighbours about it and it looked like somebody who had lived there about 20 years ago, I never felt comfortable in there.
My sisters have been visited and spoken to by one of my dads old friends.
Just after my dad died a couple of years ago, I was in a hotel down south with work and my mobile phone just moved and fell off the desk in the room onto the floor, it wasn't near the edge either, weird.
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Post by felonious on Oct 20, 2016 7:45:19 GMT
One of my runs takes me past a supposedly haunted ex farmhouse which is intriguing because it is habitually up for sale and very often empty. This week the car parked outside had a registration number with 666 in it. What a coincidence  |
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Post by The Drunken Communist on Oct 20, 2016 7:47:57 GMT
How come these ghosts always hang around in boring places like creepy old castles, spooky country lanes, or leaning on the bannister in some old house. They're never sitting next to a river having a beer on a nice summers day, or standing on the Boothen at 3pm Saturday.
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Post by andrewguk on Oct 20, 2016 11:25:16 GMT
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Post by Rick Grimes on Oct 20, 2016 12:20:49 GMT
I've got no doubt that people have some strange experiences that they struggle to explain but I don't think ghosts exist and I haven't seen any credible scientific evidence to suggest that they do. |
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Post by Deleted on Oct 20, 2016 12:57:54 GMT
True story.
When I was a young lad in the 1960's we lived just off Lightwood Road in Longton and had recently moved into a house, where I later learned that the previous owner had died there just before we moved in.
The master bedroom overlooked the top of the stairs and whenever I wanted to go downstairs some feeling always made me look into the bedroom and on numerous occasions I saw a strange apparition of an old man sitting on the bed looking at me. At such a young age I was fairly terrified and always ran down the stairs causing my parents to tell me to be more careful in case I fell. After this had gone on a few weeks I became ill (measles if I remember correctly) and the doctor actually visited me at home (those were the days, the doctor actually did house calls !).
Apart from diagnosing my illness he also asked if I was frightened of anything or had seen anybody upstairs - I mentioned the old man and my mum and dad then told the doctor that they had also been disturbed several times at night by this apparition, and that things in the room had been moved and thrown around.
Not long afterwards I was told that a "special vicar" was coming to the house "to talk to the old man upstairs and ask him to go away". Whatever happened I was not at home when he called, but the apparition suddenly stopped appearing.
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Post by ST1 Stokie on Oct 20, 2016 14:44:18 GMT
How come these ghosts always hang around in boring places like creepy old castles, spooky country lanes, or leaning on the bannister in some old house. They're never sitting next to a river having a beer on a nice summers day, or standing on the Boothen at 3pm Saturday. The one I grabbed my shoulder was on a beautiful warm summer afternoon along the canal towpath.... proper shit me up mate I can tell you a few of us did a ouija board in HMS Nelson, Portsmouth about 1980, I thought somebody was pushing the glass around so I asked it to spell my mums maiden name, and it did, a couple of others got a bit shitted up about it as well and we threw the glass out of the window, 10 stories up. My dad saw the top half of somebody sitting in a chair in my first house in Sandyford, told the neighbours about it and it looked like somebody who had lived there about 20 years ago, I never felt comfortable in there. My sisters have been visited and spoken to by one of my dads old friends. Just after my dad died a couple of years ago, I was in a hotel down south with work and my mobile phone just moved and fell off the desk in the room onto the floor, it wasn't near the edge either, weird. |
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