I live under the approach to Leeds/Bradford Airport.
The planes pass over us and then do a couple of right turns before descending to the airfield. The airfield is about ten mile away (as the crow flies) and on descent the planes appear to be about two millimeter long on a ruler held at arms length.
So at eighty miles they would be either very big planes or, as you say, he got the size/distance screwed up.
The planes pass over us and then do a couple of right turns before descending to the airfield. The airfield is about ten mile away (as the crow flies) and on descent the planes appear to be about two millimeter long on a ruler held at arms length.
So at eighty miles they would be either very big planes or, as you say, he got the size/distance screwed up.
Sorry for the omission. Never thought to mention it as, when I mentioned it to her, she didn't offer anything to support that idea.
I have had one thing happen that does support that. But it was many ears ago. And borders on the paranormal. Not a place I like to go.
I have had one thing happen that does support that. But it was many ears ago. And borders on the paranormal. Not a place I like to go.
Come on Hal get out of bed, I am hanging for a good ghost story, I would love to come to the UK and check out some of your spooky haunted buildings and cemeteries. I have a tonne of long service leave to do it too if this covid nonsense ever goes away.
Come on HAL, I am hanging for a ghost story. :)
Come on HAL, I am hanging for a ghost story. :)
As I mention elsewhere, that particular story is off limits.
I'm not being awkward. It is just too painful to recollect.
I'm not being awkward. It is just too painful to recollect.
I'll throw in a rather innocuous happening from around ten year back.
I was walking through town when I suddenly felt a huge 'bump'. It felt like someone had literally walked straight through me. There was no one close.
Not long afterward I was in town and heard a voice right at my side say, quite clearly' HAL'. Again, no one there.
This happened a third (and final) time. But it was a clear loud shout. No one anywhere close.
It wasn't until much later that I realised all the occurrences had been in the same place, to within three feet.
Nothing spectacular, but rather odd.
I was walking through town when I suddenly felt a huge 'bump'. It felt like someone had literally walked straight through me. There was no one close.
Not long afterward I was in town and heard a voice right at my side say, quite clearly' HAL'. Again, no one there.
This happened a third (and final) time. But it was a clear loud shout. No one anywhere close.
It wasn't until much later that I realised all the occurrences had been in the same place, to within three feet.
Nothing spectacular, but rather odd.
I have quite a few spooky stories from a place I used to work. Years ago
I was a security guard at a major Aussie tourist attraction.
Very long story short.
I was standing at a fork in the road one night talking to two other guards. I had only just started so was still pretty unfamiliar with everything. We were standing in a triangle talking I guess a meter or more a apart.
It was summer and approaching dark. All of a sudden I felt someone tap me on my left shoulder. I was looking at the two guards so it was not them
I spun round and no one was there. I looked to see of it was something out of a tree but we were in the open.
But it was a very forceful tap.
I said nothing not wanting to appear to be the nutty new guy.
Anyway several weeks later I was talking to one of the guards that was there that night. I commented how bloody spooky the place is at night.
He agreed and asked me if I had been tapped on the shoulder yet in xyz street. I said yeas. He said it was a regular thing if you stop in that street. He said it is almost like if you stop you get in the way and they are just getting you to move. Just one of many scary encounters at that place. I'll pm you what place it was I worked at
I was a security guard at a major Aussie tourist attraction.
Very long story short.
I was standing at a fork in the road one night talking to two other guards. I had only just started so was still pretty unfamiliar with everything. We were standing in a triangle talking I guess a meter or more a apart.
It was summer and approaching dark. All of a sudden I felt someone tap me on my left shoulder. I was looking at the two guards so it was not them
I spun round and no one was there. I looked to see of it was something out of a tree but we were in the open.
But it was a very forceful tap.
I said nothing not wanting to appear to be the nutty new guy.
Anyway several weeks later I was talking to one of the guards that was there that night. I commented how bloody spooky the place is at night.
He agreed and asked me if I had been tapped on the shoulder yet in xyz street. I said yeas. He said it was a regular thing if you stop in that street. He said it is almost like if you stop you get in the way and they are just getting you to move. Just one of many scary encounters at that place. I'll pm you what place it was I worked at
I walk through that spot regularly. Nothing has happened since.
Once, when I was a teenager I was sat on the top rail of a fence close to our railway, The fence was on an embankment and gave me a good view over the local area. This area was covered in those tall purple flowered weeds and they stretched about twenty yard to a road. The weeds were about six feet tall, densely packed like a field of corn.
I noticed that the weeds were parting and it appeared that something or someone who must have been short was coming through them towards me.
I assumed it was some kid, so sat waiting to see if it was someone I knew.
When the weeds parted about five yard in front of me, there was nothing there.
I didn't hang around to do a closer inspection. Just shot off over the railway to my own side of the tracks.
We had a resident 'spirit' in the house I lived in as a child. No one gave it a second thought.
We assumed it was 'Old Man Hartley' , a previous resident who died there.
We assumed it was 'Old Man Hartley' , a previous resident who died there.
It is funny what you get used to isn't it.
I love the spooky stuff, old buildings and so on.
Ghost stories.
But the actual ghost bit scares the beefburgers out of me.
It's like spiders.
I hate the buggers, but snakes don't bother me a bit.
We have some of the deadliest snakes on the planet here but they don't bother me at all.
SO you living with a ghost....no way would I sleep well.
I am lucky, my house has nothing here like that.
But I have been to places that have.
I was in a pub after hours one night and the publican gave me a tour.
Its an old pub, and we went for the walk. It felt fine, until I got to one room and I could feel something not right.
I said straight out to her, "This room is haunted isn't it"
She said it is but how could I know that.
I just feel that stuff when it is present.
Don't know how or why but i do.
I suppose that's why it spooks me so much.
The ghost manifest itself as a very strong smell of a particular brand of cigar. The kind old Hartley smoked. He had been dead twenty years before we moved in. But his son lived just across the street.
My father used to ridicule the idea. But one evening when I was sitting in the kitchen with a girlfriend, he came in and asked if either of us was smoking. I pointed out that neither of us smoked, and indeed he was the only smoker in the house. He smoked a pipe and used St Bruno tobacco; I can always pick that out.
He said that there was a very strong smell of cigar smoke in the stair case area.
That is where we always detected it.
It was sort of comforting in a way. A link with the past.
I keep intending to ask the folk who live there now if they have noticed it.
It was an odd house. Years before, just after the WWI, the council decided to put in a new road at the bottom of the street. This house was in the way.
So the house owner had the house they lived in dismantled stone by stone and rebuilt further up the hill side.
You could tell as all thefloor boards were worn of both surfaces. The builders took the opportunity to reverse them. This can be seen on the old Ordnance maps.
My father used to ridicule the idea. But one evening when I was sitting in the kitchen with a girlfriend, he came in and asked if either of us was smoking. I pointed out that neither of us smoked, and indeed he was the only smoker in the house. He smoked a pipe and used St Bruno tobacco; I can always pick that out.
He said that there was a very strong smell of cigar smoke in the stair case area.
That is where we always detected it.
It was sort of comforting in a way. A link with the past.
I keep intending to ask the folk who live there now if they have noticed it.
It was an odd house. Years before, just after the WWI, the council decided to put in a new road at the bottom of the street. This house was in the way.
So the house owner had the house they lived in dismantled stone by stone and rebuilt further up the hill side.
You could tell as all thefloor boards were worn of both surfaces. The builders took the opportunity to reverse them. This can be seen on the old Ordnance maps.
Has anyone tried to communicate with him? I have heard of this type of ghost before. With smells etc. Very strange.
It would be interesting to see if the current resident have experienced anything.
It would be interesting to see if the current resident have experienced anything.
