Paid Members BomberPat Posted October 30, 2017 Paid Members Share Posted October 30, 2017 I don't believe in ghosts, and it's actually one of the few bits of Forteana (along with UFO sightings/alien abductions) that doesn't really engage me at all - the bit of Fortean Times that I'd be quickest to skip over, basically. A lot of my family are mad on it, though, one of my half-brothers especially, so I grew up around ghost stories, and still have a bunch of local ghost story books from different places I've lived. The only stories I can think of myself, though...  Quick one, but after my Grandad's funeral, the immediate family were sat around in his house. Nobody was sitting in "his" chair, but there was a patch of condensation on the glass cabinet next to it, which my half-brother swore appeared as if someone were breathing on it. Not a spooky scary ghost story, but he swears he saw it to this day.  Another one involving said half-brother; I grew up in a small village just outside of Beverley in East Yorkshire. I was friends with two brothers, who lived in one of the older houses in the village; it was a really weird, labyrinthine layout, so it felt three times the size it was, and there were multiple ways in and out of some rooms, staircases all over the place, rooms only accessible through other rooms, and so on. Old, spooky, drafty, easy to get to lost in, usually eerily quiet. They also had a player piano, just to amp up the creepiness. I don't think there were ever any specific stories, but it always had a "haunted house" reputation, and it was easy to see why - lots of unexplained chills, the feeling of being watched, or unexplained shadows and so on. The Mum of the family was American, so they'd go over there for a few weeks in the Summer, and one year my half-brother (same one) was asked to housesit for them. After a couple of nights, he said he just couldn't do it any more - he was hearing footsteps, doors opening, the general feeling of not being alone in the house. So he asked my other half-brother, who doesn't believe in any of this stuff, and is probably the least imaginative man alive, so far less likely to hear some bumps in the night and jump to the conclusion "ghost!". He lasted one night before refusing to ever set foot in the house again. It's been maybe 20 years since then, and the last time we were in the village for my Gran's funeral, we went for a walk around, and the first half-brother would power-walk past that house, couldn't bring himself to even be near it.  Last one, the closest I've probably ever come to believing this stuff, and the one that most directly involved me. As a kid, staying in Rhuddlan, in Wales, with the family. We stayed in this massive old house (though how much of that is childhood memory making it seem bigger than it was, I'm not sure), apparently about 500 years old, and allegedly was once connected to Rhuddlan Castle by underground tunnels, so people could have escaped the castle if it was attacked and take refuge there. There was a trapdoor under the armchair in the living room, with opened into a tunnel that was bricked up a few feet in. The house had a guestbook full of comments on the place being haunted, many of them mentioning a mannequin. We didn't know anything about any mannequin, and assumed they were referring to this big, creepy porcelain doll that sat in the hall, looking out on to the street. At least twice, we went out, and came back to find the doll facing a different direction to when we left. Even as a kid, I'd just assumed that the landlord had popped around while we were out and moved it - but why, and how would he know when we were out? Flicking further back through the guestbook, we found a few comments on the doll moving too. I can't remember how long we stayed there, probably about a fortnight, but stuff just went wrong all the time. My brother kept getting nosebleeds, my father broke his toe, a decorative plate fell off the mantelpiece seemingly for no reason while we were sat in the living room, and the TV exploded. Maybe other things too. My half-brother (same one again!) was staying in a room which had this tiny door, maybe three or four feet high, in one of the rooms, and we never opened it. He was creeped out by it and, on our last night there, we figured we'd open it and see what was inside. There was a tiny crawlspace, which lead through to a small room, and all that was in there was an old mannequin dressed in Victorian military dress, and a small writing desk.  I could probably find some good fairy stories, though - I live in Jersey now, and there's a rich history of folk belief in fairies and witchcraft and so on. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Paid Members Egg Shen Posted October 31, 2017 Paid Members Share Posted October 31, 2017 anyone catch Tom Delongue on the Joe Rogan podcast last week? ive seen an hour of it so far and its pretty uncomfortable viewing. I knew Delongue was big into UFO's but he's deeeeep down the rabbit hole, it doesn't help that Rogan sniffs bullshit from the off. What's weird is Delongue is the head (or face) of some pretty legitimate research company that has (from what i can gather) many reputable names attached to it, so there may be some kind of substance to what he's saying. His story sounds like something lifted straight from a movie though. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Paid Members Kaz Hayashi Posted October 31, 2017 Paid Members Share Posted October 31, 2017 Any specifics you can remember before I look it out @Egg Shen? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Paid Members Egg Shen Posted October 31, 2017 Paid Members Share Posted October 31, 2017 well the point of the interview is to promote the group hes involved with, To the Stars. The interview up until ive seen is basically Delongue telling his story about how he got involved with it. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Moderators Astro Hollywood Posted October 31, 2017 Author Moderators Share Posted October 31, 2017 I share this every Halloween, because it's just so great. In a radio prank from 1952, an intrepid reporter is sent to "Frankenstein's castle." His growing terror is perhaps the purest rendering of fear ever broadcast, and what an ending! "No... it... it couldn't..." https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yYGRx1gDKgo Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Paid Members Arch Stanton Posted October 31, 2017 Paid Members Share Posted October 31, 2017 Amazing!!! Bastardly cruel, but brilliant. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Paid Members SpursRiot2012 Posted October 31, 2017 Paid Members Share Posted October 31, 2017 Tom DeLonge is coked out of his fucking mind on that JRE podcast. Â Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Loki Posted October 31, 2017 Share Posted October 31, 2017 The creepiest thing I read in ages was someone on Reddit posting about a recording that her sleep app made in the middle of the night. Â Â I'd dismiss it as a silly ghost story, but then there's the recording... Â Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Paid Members Kookoocachu Posted October 31, 2017 Paid Members Share Posted October 31, 2017 That's creepy  Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Awards Moderator Onyx2 Posted October 31, 2017 Awards Moderator Share Posted October 31, 2017 Fucking hell, that's a great story! RED RUM, RED RUM Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Paid Members Egg Shen Posted October 31, 2017 Paid Members Share Posted October 31, 2017 1 hour ago, SpursRiot2012 said: Tom DeLonge is coked out of his fucking mind on that JRE podcast. Â homeboys cheese done fell off his cracker Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Moderators Astro Hollywood Posted October 31, 2017 Author Moderators Share Posted October 31, 2017 Some cracking posts there. Here's the one other story I have, but I don't remember it happening, and have probably posted it here before. I was four, and out for the day at a stately home with my mum and gran. This is pre-Minecraft. It's what people did in the olden days of the early 80s. My mum turned around and noticed I was standing over by one of those velvet ropes that keep the public out of the owner's real bedroom and whatnot. I was also seemingly having a conversation with an empty staircase. She went to pull me away, and according to her, this is what I said, verbatim: "Don't be frightened, mummy. They only want to play." Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Paid Members tiger_rick Posted October 31, 2017 Paid Members Share Posted October 31, 2017 The only "paranormal" experience I've ever had occurred after my Step-Nana died in 1998. The family were all out at the Theatre and I was in the kitchen making a cuppa and I just knew there was someone standing behind me. Turned around slowly, almost breathless and there was no one there. That feeling though. Gives me the shakes just thinking about it now. Cold, so cold. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Paid Members Lorne Malvo Posted October 31, 2017 Paid Members Share Posted October 31, 2017 (edited) I've only ever had one paranormal experience too, but it scared the shit out of me at the time and has been with me ever since. I was around 15/16 and was the only person in our house at the time, with just our dog for company. It was around midday and I was in the living room watching TV - actually think it may have been an episode of Smackdown. We used to have an old biscuit tin in the shape of an alligator which, when opened, would play a recording along the lines of 'Yum, those are some tasty cookies!'. Fuck knows why my mam thought this would be a good purchase in the first place. Anyway, we heard the recording play, clear as day, from the kitchen.  I would've said I'd imagined it, except the sound of it woke the dog up and even that poor fucker looked scared. Me and the dog just stared at each other for a while, shitting it. It took me around 10 minutes to work up the bollocks to go into the kitchen and when I did, the biscuit jar was open. I slammed it shut and ran into the living room, where I stayed until my parents got back home, and they pissed themselves laughing once I told them. Cruel fuckers didn't even get rid of it for another couple of months despite my pleas. I've since convinced myself that the jar was previously left open, and that somehow set the recording off again a while later, but fucking hell it had me on edge for days. Edited October 31, 2017 by Lorne Malvo Fuck knows why I said frog - it was an alligator. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
NoUseforaUsername Posted October 31, 2017 Share Posted October 31, 2017 One night I heard what I thought was a banshee outside my father's house (I live relatively rurally) and I almost shit myself - until I realized it was a cat. It's scary how much cats can sound like humans. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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