» Celebrity Encounters III

Henry The White
I once chased Lenny Henry around a Bournemouth hotel room in the late 70's with a can of my father's shaving cream trying to turn him white.
(Thu 5th Dec 2013, 22:57, More)

» Creepy!

70's Seance ruins Dinner
To this day my mum and dad both swear this actually happened:

In the early 70's, and at my Godparents house for some drink and dinner - my parents and G-parents proceeded to enjoy a little light hearted Seancery to break up the evening. It all started innocently enough. The usual 'yes' and 'no' responses. Then things started to liven up a little when the board then came out with 'Oven. On' - to which the smell of burning roast chicken began wafting through to the dining room informing my Godmother that she had indeed left the oven on for too long, and the chicken was infact burnt and unedible.
Apparently, it then started to mention my Godfathers brother who had indeed passed away a few years previous, which proved upsettling news for him to the extent he then shouted out "Bollocks to this! The only Spirits I believe in are here in this glass!", and it was at that point apparently that one of the champagne glasses on the table then shot forwards off the table, shattering upon impact when it hit the wall.
I think it was at this point that spines began to tingle somewhat, and in true theatrical manner my mum shouts out "Enoughs enough now. Prove yourself!" to which the ouija board simply spelt out -

'Look. Behind. The Curtain.'

Everyone freaked out and ran from the room slamming the door behind them.
The facts are a little vague, as I always loved this story as a kid. It plays out like a decent horror movie which knows when to end itself without the need of some shit twist in the final act.
I'll never know if this *really* did happen or not, all I know is that both parents (now divorced) both swear that this *did* indeed happen - and in my head I'd like to keep it that way.
(Tue 12th Apr 2011, 11:46, More)

» Narrow Escapes

The Tunisian Plaything
When I was 6 years of age I was holidaying in Tunisia with my parents.

One hot day my parents decided to hop on a coach and drag me about a very remote marketplace miles away from our Hotel up in the mountains. The market was one of those really claustrophobic places crammed full to the gills with Persian rugs, giant clay pots and hanging meat dangling everywhere, and my mum had drilled into me that I should never wander off, and to keep hold of my dads hand at ALL times.
About 10 minutes later I had somehow become separated from my parents completely. By all accounts, at this point they were shitting bricks that their only son was lost around a sprawling mountain Bazaar - all alone.
All I remember is feelings of absolute terror as I screamed out loud 'MUMMY.. DADDY..' over and over at the top of my little voice, whilst all around me appeared a swell of beckoning Arabian gentlemen - all leering out from the hoods of their shrouded stalls wearing sinister grins as wide as a banana.
What felt like hours later - and by complete luck, an elderly English couple stumbled across me who happened to have been on our coach and had recognised me from it.
Soon after I was reunited with my very relieved parents, and apparently the old couple who found me were the only other English speaking couple on the entire bus.
(Thu 19th Aug 2010, 16:30, More)