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( , Thu 3 Jul 2008, 10:03)
Flying saucers. Big Cats. Men in Black. Satan walking the Earth. Derek Acorah, also walking the Earth...
Tell us your stories of the supernatural. WoooOOOooOO!
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( , Thu 3 Jul 2008, 10:03)
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Scaring my neighbour
I'm not into supernatural stuff at all, but when I was just a wee thing I managed to scare the bejeesus out of my neighbour.
When I was about 4 or 5, any random bangs or funny noises that I heard I decided were our resident ghost saying hi. This ghost I named George.
We live in an old house, and our neighbours are on the ground floor. I'm far more inclined now to blame funny noises on the neighbours and the central heating. The flickering lights, that poor George also got the blame for, I'm going to put down to the dimmer switches that were fitted at the time.
Anyway, one day my neighbour was round for a cup of tea or something, and a door blew shut so I cheerfully said "hi George!" and continued with whatever I was doing. This apparently freaked my neighbour out, and my dad's explanation didn't do much to help matters.
She went on to explain that the previous owner of the house had been called George, and had died in his sleep, in what was now my room! Spooky eh?!
Personally, I reckon that the choice of name had far more to do with my passion for the Famous Five than anything, but she didn't come round for tea much after that....
( , Fri 4 Jul 2008, 10:36, Reply)
I'm not into supernatural stuff at all, but when I was just a wee thing I managed to scare the bejeesus out of my neighbour.
When I was about 4 or 5, any random bangs or funny noises that I heard I decided were our resident ghost saying hi. This ghost I named George.
We live in an old house, and our neighbours are on the ground floor. I'm far more inclined now to blame funny noises on the neighbours and the central heating. The flickering lights, that poor George also got the blame for, I'm going to put down to the dimmer switches that were fitted at the time.
Anyway, one day my neighbour was round for a cup of tea or something, and a door blew shut so I cheerfully said "hi George!" and continued with whatever I was doing. This apparently freaked my neighbour out, and my dad's explanation didn't do much to help matters.
She went on to explain that the previous owner of the house had been called George, and had died in his sleep, in what was now my room! Spooky eh?!
Personally, I reckon that the choice of name had far more to do with my passion for the Famous Five than anything, but she didn't come round for tea much after that....
( , Fri 4 Jul 2008, 10:36, Reply)
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