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     Tony (Tony) Username: Tony Registered: 03-2008 Posted From: 81.157.114.128 |
This sounds amazing!; http://uk.news.yahoo.com/skynews/20080921/tuk-millionaire-flees-haunted-house-45 dbed5.html | ||
| Albie (Albie) Username: Albie Registered: 03-2008 Posted From: 87.102.117.231 |
A racist ghost? | ||
| Gary Fry (Gary_fry) Username: Gary_fry Registered: 03-2008 Posted From: 129.11.77.198 |
The house dates back to the Norman Conquests. The ghost was obviously a French one. Probably an supernatural allegiant of Jean-Marie Le Pen. | ||
| Hubert (Hubert) Username: Hubert Registered: 03-2008 Posted From: 78.21.233.199 |
Is there anyone on the board who believes in ghosts? For the record, I don't. | ||
| Laird Barron (Laird) Username: Laird Registered: 05-2008 Posted From: 71.212.64.88 |
I don't know about ghosts per se, but I've experienced sufficient inexplicable oddness to open my mind to the concept of paranormal phenomena. | ||
| Ramsey Campbell (Ramsey) Username: Ramsey Registered: 03-2008 Posted From: 195.93.21.74 |
I used to be more skeptical than I am now, Hubert, after a number of experiences. It depends how one defines ghosts. | ||
| Albie (Albie) Username: Albie Registered: 03-2008 Posted From: 87.102.117.231 |
Ditto to the Barron. I'm thoroughly convinced I am perceiving messages from the very universe itself, and beyond. Now I must get back to sharpening my many knives. | ||
| Hubert (Hubert) Username: Hubert Registered: 03-2008 Posted From: 78.21.233.199 |
Care to elaborate, Laird? | ||
| Craig (Craig) Username: Craig Registered: 03-2008 Posted From: 75.5.7.70 |
No. Although... and I've mentioned this before... read The Demonologist, by Ed and Lorraine Warren... a book that affected me horror-wise, as much as any scary-story author ever has... partially because the evidence is so prima facie compelling... for things far worse than ghosts.... | ||
| Albie (Albie) Username: Albie Registered: 03-2008 Posted From: 87.102.117.231 |
I saw three ghosts in one day. the first was a lady on a bicycle that vanished in a split second as I looked away. She was riding along, just appearing behind a parked van. I could she what she was wearing, what her hair style was. I didn't even turn my head, just flicked my eyes over to glance at something else, then back. Empty road. Could have been a brain thing. The other two were vaguer and just on the edge of my mind. Brain things. | ||
| Adriana (Adriana) Username: Adriana Registered: 03-2008 Posted From: 99.230.239.233 |
"I don't know about ghosts per se, but I've experienced sufficient inexplicable oddness to open my mind to the concept of paranormal phenomena." Ditto. | ||
| Adriana (Adriana) Username: Adriana Registered: 03-2008 Posted From: 99.230.239.233 |
I guess it all depends on your definition. Ghosts, Spirits, Impressions - I recon I've had experiences of all these examples, but some are easier for me to accept then others... | ||
| Alansjf (Alansjf) Username: Alansjf Registered: 09-2008 Posted From: 93.97.93.216 |
'Inexplcable oddness' (to quote Mr Barron) ... yeah, I've experienced that once or twice in my time, but nothing I could pin down more definitively by labelling it 'a ghost'. And I did once see my best friend turn into a Cenobite. But that's another story. | ||
| Albie (Albie) Username: Albie Registered: 03-2008 Posted From: 87.102.117.231 |
I saw a Celebite once. They usually only exist in two dimensions and have special diets and surgical procedures to alter their form. | ||
| Adriana (Adriana) Username: Adriana Registered: 03-2008 Posted From: 99.230.239.233 |
What do they alter their form INTO? | ||
| Albie (Albie) Username: Albie Registered: 03-2008 Posted From: 87.102.117.231 |
Thinner, smoother, deader, tanned-er. They drink the venom of a robot called Bo-Tox. | ||
| Adriana (Adriana) Username: Adriana Registered: 03-2008 Posted From: 99.230.239.233 |
I don't think I'd like them. | ||
| Laird Barron (Laird) Username: Laird Registered: 05-2008 Posted From: 71.212.64.88 |
Hubert: My wife and I were living in an apartment in Seattle for about two years. A whole string of weird things happened. My apartment key (extremely thick metal)was bent into a near U shape in my pocket while I napped on the couch. Our shower curtains were removed from the rod and reversed sometime during the night. We couldn't find a family photo that we'd recently pinned to the fridge. A couple of weeks later when I was packing to move, I found the picture wedged into a dust covered book in a pile we hadn't touched in nearly a year. For me, the corker happened after I injured my back and decided to write my first novel while recuperating. My back hurt so badly, I wrote lying flat on the floor in the living room. I generally left the manuscript lying open on the floor. One morning I walked into the living room and saw a very large black cat sitting next to the manuscript and obviously sniffing it. I froze, because the windows were closed and there was no way it could've gotten inside. I also noticed the cat wasn't black so much as it was absorbing light -- it's color was so solid that when it swiveled its neck to look at me, its head became invisible against the shoulders and body. And, at that point, I realized it didn't exactly resemble a cat -- it was a humped shape about twenty inches in height and very dense. It scuttled across the floor (soundless) and jumped toward the wall, elongating and evaporating. The entire experience probably lasted five or six seconds. The anecdote is rather dry, but at the moment my heart was pounding. It was rather traumatic. I'm sure everything can be explained, but the accumulated incidents definitely steer me away from outright dismissal of the paranormal. | ||
| Laird Barron (Laird) Username: Laird Registered: 05-2008 Posted From: 71.212.64.88 |
That should be "its color" | ||
| Weber_gregston (Weber_gregston) Username: Weber_gregston Registered: 03-2008 Posted From: 83.98.9.4 |
colour not color | ||
| Craig (Craig) Username: Craig Registered: 03-2008 Posted From: 75.16.79.177 |
As for Adrianna: that was swamp gas. And Laird: that was swamp gas. | ||
| Laird Barron (Laird) Username: Laird Registered: 05-2008 Posted From: 71.212.64.88 |
"not color" Convince my editors, will you. | ||
| Adriana (Adriana) Username: Adriana Registered: 03-2008 Posted From: 99.230.239.233 |
Thank you for sharing that, Laird. Wow. Brrr. | ||
| Tony (Tony) Username: Tony Registered: 03-2008 Posted From: 81.157.114.128 |
I wonder if ghosts, or forces, take shapes that are in our heads, use them to reach us? Perhaps they would nver be seen if they didn't. These are great stories. For the record, I think this story about the millionaire seems very genuine; the thing about 'ghosts' of their own kids is too odd and awkward a way of getting out of buying a house. | ||
| Steven_pirie (Steven_pirie) Username: Steven_pirie Registered: 03-2008 Posted From: 86.152.254.169 |
My Dad was working nights as a gateman on the Liverpool docks. It was a quiet night and there was no one around when he heard his mother call his name. He knew it was his mother because she was born and still lived in the far north east of Scotland, and her accent was quite pronounced. The next day he received a telegram saying she was at death's door and he should return home at once. | ||
| Steve Bacon (Stevebacon) Username: Stevebacon Registered: 09-2008 Posted From: 90.211.103.112 |
I've never seen a ghost, and if I'm honest, I was a bit sceptical when I was younger. But several years ago I was staying with my 'then-girlfriend' (who is now my wife) whilst she was house-sitting for a friend. I felt incredibly uncomfortable in the house at night. Once, in the middle of the night, I went downstairs to fetch something. As I returned, on the halfway part of the stairs, I had an overwhelming sensation that something was watching me from the darkness at the foot of the stairs. The hairs rose on my neck, and I had to suppress such a powerful urge to leave the house. I didn't tell Andrea, for fear of scaring her. Years later she told me her friend had since admitted that the house was haunted; an old woman was often seen in the hallway, where the stairs where. I never saw anything physical, and I had no prior knowledge of the hauting to colour my suggestability, but I've never ever felt such a strong sensation of 'otherness'. I feel I'm now open-minded to the subject of ghosts. | ||
| Allybird (Allybird) Username: Allybird Registered: 03-2008 Posted From: 79.70.46.30 |
Just before I went into labour with my daughter I woke up and saw an old woman standing by my bed. I blinked and she was gone. Fell asleep and woke again to see the words 'go to hospital now' dripping down the walls in red. I had to get to hospital rather quickly after that and my daughter was born a couple of hours later. All explained by the fact that I was facing a stressful time. Incidently I've been trying to remember the name for a ghost that is a family/house protector. Any ideas? | ||
| Hubert (Hubert) Username: Hubert Registered: 03-2008 Posted From: 78.21.235.120 |
Ally: the Romans had their penates, is that what you're referring to? Thanks Laird, Steven, Steve and Ally: powerful tales, well told. I wish something along those lines would occur to me, but I'm so skeptical that I'd probably explain the phenomena away on the spot. | ||
| Tony (Tony) Username: Tony Registered: 03-2008 Posted From: 81.157.114.128 |
I've mentioned it before but some of you might not have heard it; a few years ago we took out kids to this indoor play area. It's quite modern, built in the eighties maybe. My middle son is autistic and told me 'I don't like this place - it feels creepy.' I told the woman at the counter and she gave me a funny look. 'We had a woman come in claim to be psychic,' she said, 'she said this place is haunted by a little girl.' This spooked us, or at least me. The woman then told me this story of a kids party at the place wherein a photo was taken of the kids. Apparently there was one girl in the pic no-one knew or could place. This is great, btw; the run up to Hallloween, too. I must tell you what happened regarding me and a friend of Proto's I've never met, if he doesn't mind... | ||
| Allybird (Allybird) Username: Allybird Registered: 03-2008 Posted From: 79.70.46.30 |
I don't think that is it Hubert - if someone says the name I'll recognise it. Keep the suggestions coming... | ||
| Craig (Craig) Username: Craig Registered: 03-2008 Posted From: 75.4.253.62 |
The anecdotal specifics, from the RC family, working down from the top of this thread... Albie: One corner of the eye inconclusive sighting, witnessed alone; two "vaguer"s - not admissible Laird: Results of events that could have multiple explanations, many of them non-supernatural (e.g., lapses of memory); the "cat" - witnessed alone Steven: Calling of one's own name, probably the single most common audible illusion (I have experienced this many times, especially in a near-sleep state - see below); witnessed alone Steve Bacon: "Eerie" sensation, not admissible; witnessed alone Ally: Near-sleep state, most common time of sightings of "apparitions," when the conscious/sub-conscious mind is in its most mixed-up state; witnessed alone Tony: Hearsay, "eerie" sensations, not admissible; witnessed alone (by Tony's son) When there's a tangible, non-ambiguous, daylight sighting, witnessed by two or more fully-conscious/non-mentally-impaired participants... then, I think, we might have something. Anyone got one of those? | ||
| Tony (Tony) Username: Tony Registered: 03-2008 Posted From: 81.157.114.128 |
I agree Craig. However to answer your last point I urge you to read Will Storr vs The Supernatural for the best sighting he's ever heard of. I wasn't trying to add evidence, just chip in with something I could remember. I do remember as a kid a my gran's house when she died hearing that about four family members saw her in her garden and were terrified. This reminds me of this guy I've just read about, who was researching NDEs; he said he was speaking to a scientist who said he wouldn't believe in NDEs even if he had one, as he would believe he was just hallucinating. I seriously believe that those who don't believe in such things won't, even if they witness them. The whole trying to convince someone is quite futile. Read Will Storr vs the Supernatural, by, um, Will Storr. Also, there is a theory that the supernatural doesn't want to be witnessed on a big scale, and by those who WANT to witnes it. It hears our thoughts and hides, for a purpose. It's odd, but recently i was walking and had my ipod plugged in. I got to about three inches of a rabbit. I have the strong idea that my not thinking about the rabbit at all, being absent, stopped the rabbit seeing me. I think the supernatural works like that. Just don't ask why... Also, those who have spooky experiences; I suggest you keep them to yourselves. Having an active skeptic lay into your personal experience only tarnishes for you what is an interesting experience, to say the least. These things are like flashes of insight, and like that is prone to being diminished when shared. | ||
| Tony (Tony) Username: Tony Registered: 03-2008 Posted From: 81.157.114.128 |
Suffice to say, these two spheres can never meet up. | ||
| Laird Barron (Laird) Username: Laird Registered: 05-2008 Posted From: 71.212.64.88 |
Craig: Hey, I never thought of that. Thanks, doc. | ||
| Joel (Joel) Username: Joel Registered: 03-2008 Posted From: 91.110.159.109 |
'When there's a tangible, non-ambiguous, daylight sighting, witnessed by two or more fully-conscious/non-mentally-impaired participants... then, I think, we might have something.' Evidence, perhaps – but not a very interesting story. 'Witnessed Alone' could be the title for a book on the ghost story. My own feeling is that ghosts are valid psychological phenomena, like dreams, visions, hallucinations and delusions, that reflect the sensitivity and imagination of the witness. Surely we can get past the 'if it's not objectively real it's nothing' idea. The power of the imagination, conscious or otherwise, is precious. And dangerous. | ||
| Allybird (Allybird) Username: Allybird Registered: 03-2008 Posted From: 79.70.43.26 |
Very dangerous Joel - totally agree. If you believe in something enough it will appear before you conjured up by your brain and that way madness lies. Been there and it was the most frightening thing that has ever happened to me. I'll tell you all about when I see you next - can't put it on a public board. It is in one of the stories in Bull Running. | ||
| Hubert (Hubert) Username: Hubert Registered: 03-2008 Posted From: 78.21.235.172 |
But the power of person A' s imagination in itself could never constitute a real danger to person B's well-being, could it? Unless you believe that visible/tangible etc. emanations are a possibility . . . | ||
| Tony (Tony) Username: Tony Registered: 03-2008 Posted From: 81.157.114.128 |
I once made a ghost appear. Me and some friends, as kids, played round this little nursery. We heard the electrics clicking in the cupboard and thought it was a ghost. We prowled round and round in the gathering gloom, thinking we were seeing stuff in the windows. I got scared and waited outside over the fence and stared in through the window, staring and staring. In the end I saw a man, and even though I saw him I new I had made him. It actually took an effort. Also, once in a community centre I walked in through a door and saw a hideous apparition walk in through another. I was shaking, and told people I'd seen a ghost. When I walked through the door again I saw the ghost again; it was a fire extinguisher on the wall beside me, between me and the other door - a blurry movement as I walked. I really think there are ghosts, and believe in the supernatural, but I don't accept any old stuff, and feel I know when I can trust people who tell me such tales. We earn our own intuition and if we are wise we hone it. I like to think I've done that and do try to filter out the bull. BTW in the Will Storr book he describes a story told him by a chap; this chap was with his brother in the family bathroom one bright sunny day (they were both kids). Both were happy, playfighting. Suddenly an elderly couple appeared in the room and addressed them by name, then vanished in thin air. The boys were petrified - no, not petrified, shaken. This is the best story Will Storr has heard, ghost-wise, as it went contrary to what skeptics say, that witnesses are suffering mental problems, they see them alone, at night etc. It's a great, disturbing book. | ||
| Albie (Albie) Username: Albie Registered: 03-2008 Posted From: 77.86.114.169 |
>>Albie: One corner of the eye inconclusive sighting, witnessed alone; two "vaguer"s - not admissible. Pah! I saw a thin middle aged woman, with black hair like Brian May, tied so it looked like poodle hair. She was riding a pushbike. She had a tight white top on and black leggings. It wasn't the corner of my eye. As you walk down the road she would have been 11 o'clock. Possibly half past. And it was day time. Get out of that, Houdini.  | ||
| Gary Fry (Gary_fry) Username: Gary_fry Registered: 03-2008 Posted From: 129.11.76.215 |
Was it Anita Dobson? | ||
| Albie (Albie) Username: Albie Registered: 03-2008 Posted From: 77.86.114.169 |
Well, I wasn't going to say it, but yes, it was Anita Dobson. And I know this because just a few minutes later I saw Dirty Den riding a child's bike, up a ramp, into a skip. | ||
| Gary Fry (Gary_fry) Username: Gary_fry Registered: 03-2008 Posted From: 129.11.76.230 |
Did he say, "Hello, treacle, here ya go: somethink to treat y'self with"? | ||
| Albie (Albie) Username: Albie Registered: 03-2008 Posted From: 77.86.114.169 |
Yeah, and when he got angry his voice went gay. he did all that in the second it took for me to walk past him. | ||
| Gary Fry (Gary_fry) Username: Gary_fry Registered: 03-2008 Posted From: 129.11.77.198 |
Well, we all know that Dirty Den is dead. In fact he died twice. This strikes me as irrefutable evidence of the existence of ghosts. | ||
| Albie (Albie) Username: Albie Registered: 03-2008 Posted From: 77.86.114.169 |
I've heard his ghost dresses as a pirate with a hook and haunts the internet with his dirty groin shuffle. | ||
| Joel (Joel) Username: Joel Registered: 03-2008 Posted From: 217.37.199.45 |
"when he got angry his voice went gay" Hostile mimicry. Sign of a very dangerous person. It's scarier if he's mimicking you, but mimicking someone he thinks you might be is quite scary enough to be going on with. NLP trainers (the scientologists of the corporate world) try to persuade salespeople to mimic the vocal and physical characteristics of their customers. This, at best, will get them beaten up. At worst, it will precipitate a collective meltdown of identity and meaning that will turn the entire human race into resentful, twitchy, creeping, parodic Gollums. Oh hang on, that's already happened. | ||
| Gary Fry (Gary_fry) Username: Gary_fry Registered: 03-2008 Posted From: 129.11.76.229 |
>>>NLP trainers (the scientologists of the corporate world) try to persuade salespeople to mimic the vocal and physical characteristics of their customers. In all my shame, I used to work in an estate agency and one of the valuers there once told me that he practiced every night adopting the mannerisms and tones of his different clients across the socio-economic spectrum. Creepy wasn't the word for him. There was nothing inside him but projected profits and ad hoc conversion tables (eg, four houses = Porsche). | ||
| Hubert (Hubert) Username: Hubert Registered: 03-2008 Posted From: 78.21.235.172 |
"when he got angry his voice went gay" Do you mean he sounded like Mr Humphries? | ||
| Albie (Albie) Username: Albie Registered: 03-2008 Posted From: 77.86.114.169 |
Yes. How's this for footage of a spook? http://www.wcnc.com/news/topstories/stories/wcnc-080808-mw-hauntedhigh.272be2d8. html | ||
| Albie (Albie) Username: Albie Registered: 03-2008 Posted From: 77.86.114.169 |
And look at all these genuine photos of ghosts... http://www.darkroastedblend.com/2008/05/nightmare-playgrounds-part-2.html | ||
| Craig (Craig) Username: Craig Registered: 03-2008 Posted From: 75.4.242.73 |
Albie: You are saying what you saw was a "ghost" - why not some other of some many many types of physical and non-physical entities? Energy waves? Jostled brain-cells? Swirling swamp gas? I had a friend once tell me this story: she and two others (a boyfriend and male friend), when young, were hiking along a mountain trail in a remote wooded area, when rocks started raining down, seemingly from nowhere. All three fled, quite terrified, as these occasional rocks came from the sky, landing all around them. There were no hills or high vantage points from which they could be launched. There was no one anywhere around. It was an area known for "hauntings" - it was verified by three people - it was certifiably supernatural. She told me this. I knew them, we all drifted apart... and well over a decade later, I brought this incident up to the male friend there, the strange incident of the falling rocks. He laughed, in disbelief: he and boyfriend were secretly grabbing rocks, and throwing them when she wasn't looking, then mocking panic as they left. It was all a gag. He couldn't believe she still believed it, though he admitted they never let her in on the gag. To this day, I'm sure, she tells this story like it really happened. I knew, again, another guy who, for a hobby (in the days before digital cameras), fashioned strange metal objects for the sole purpose of going into remote locations and taking "authentic" UFO sighting photos, that he would then try to disseminate through the UFO community. He did it with his wife and kids - it was a family affair! | ||
| Craig (Craig) Username: Craig Registered: 03-2008 Posted From: 75.4.242.73 |
I'm a born skeptic, that believes this about the supernatural, God, and such related phenomena: it's like the swirling electrons in an atom - the more you try to pinpoint their exact location, the more incorrect you are about it; the less, the less. Those who steadfastly believe in the power of "Ghe-awe-uhd" (to pronounce the term as many TV preachers do) to heal, have yet to produce: a severed limb, grown back. Until I see gangly tentacular arms The Thing-like madly sprouting from stumpy shoulders on live TV, as everyone screams and flees in horror, I'm going to remain a bit skeptical.... | ||
| Craig (Craig) Username: Craig Registered: 03-2008 Posted From: 75.4.242.73 |
Laird: clearly you are borderline psychotic, entertaining a rare and bizarre phantom-cat fetish. Please stay away from all phantom-cats, and double-down on any meds you can find, from any source whatsoever. I'm prescribing for you: two level cupped-handfuls of pills from little plastic orange containers, flung madly in the direction of your gaping maw, early each morning, as you stare in abject horror at your sweat-drenched reflection in the mirror. Recite "My God, what is happening to me?!" in various tones of terror, occasionally pulling down on the skin of your cheeks, until the whites of your eyeballs show. Repeat day after day after day.... | ||
| Adriana (Adriana) Username: Adriana Registered: 03-2008 Posted From: 99.230.239.233 |
There's nothing wrong with being a skeptic. If anything I'd worry if one wasn't - in relation to ALL things in life for that matter. Having said that, arrogance about it is not a quality I would put on the virtue list. ;) | ||
| Craig (Craig) Username: Craig Registered: 03-2008 Posted From: 75.5.3.208 |
Arrogance?!... er, I hope I'm not coming off that way. If so, I apologize. It's always so difficult, seeing into the heart of one's own writing.  | ||
| Adriana (Adriana) Username: Adriana Registered: 03-2008 Posted From: 99.230.239.233 |
To be honest, Craig, to ME, you are. I'm happy to read it wasn't intentional, though...  | ||
| Albie (Albie) Username: Albie Registered: 03-2008 Posted From: 77.86.114.169 |
>>Albie: You are saying what you saw was a "ghost" - why not some other of some many many types of physical and non-physical entities? Energy waves? Jostled brain-cells? Swirling swamp gas? I did use the term "brain thing."  Nor did I specify what a "ghost" is. >>I'm a born skeptic, that believes this about the supernatural, God, and such related phenomena: it's like the swirling electrons in an atom - the more you try to pinpoint their exact location, the more incorrect you are about it; the less, the less. Explain where the universe came from without sounding supernatural.  The universe IS supernatural. | ||
| Adriana (Adriana) Username: Adriana Registered: 03-2008 Posted From: 99.230.239.233 |
They have a rule in improv where you don't say NO to an idea -- as it just kills the energy in a scene. And learning about that, made me realize (or raised my awareness) that more than not, I find myself always saying NO in life. Which is kinda no fun. And a little boring. I don't now say YES necessarily to things. But I'm slower to rule them out. Anyway, I guess what I'm saying is - you don't have to BELIEVE, just be open. Even if all open means, is hearing a good story. | ||
| Albie (Albie) Username: Albie Registered: 03-2008 Posted From: 77.86.114.169 |
I 100% believe they were ghosts and 100% believe they weren't. I accomplish this fete of mathematics using the same principles that the universe used to create itself from nothing. | ||
| Craig (Craig) Username: Craig Registered: 03-2008 Posted From: 75.5.4.64 |
I 100% believe you're right, and 100% believe you're wrong, Albie. Explain where the universe came from without sounding supernatural. "where" + "came from" = trope: remove, and you get "Explain the universe without sounding supernatural" "Explain" = ? ambiguous, therefore inadmissable; you're left with "the universe without sounding supernatural" Sentence is ungrammatical: it is a fragment that contains no meaning -- THAT'S IT! | ||
| Craig (Craig) Username: Craig Registered: 03-2008 Posted From: 75.5.4.64 |
Adrianna, my feeble attempts at humor, indeed come off like arrogance. Witness my last post to Albie.  The problem with arrogance and humor: the more you try to defend your positions, the less tenable your stance. The more funny you claim to be, the less you are... the less arrogant you claim to be, the more you are.... For the record, A: The only thing I detest more than hypocrasy, is arrogance - but look, right there, there you go - there I am sounding ever more arrogant. It's best I make a shutting-up sound now.  | ||
| Steven_pirie (Steven_pirie) Username: Steven_pirie Registered: 03-2008 Posted From: 86.152.253.247 |
The universe was sneezed from... oh, hang on, that's been done :-) As regards near death experiences, there's an experiment currently going on in several hospitals around the country where objects have been placed in emergency rooms/operating theatres that can only be seen from the up high. The theory is that if folk really do float free and look down upon their body, they should be able to describe these hidden objects. I suspect it will prove near death experiences are just the brain shutting down... | ||
| Laird Barron (Laird) Username: Laird Registered: 05-2008 Posted From: 71.212.64.88 |
Craig: That's excellent advice -- but you forgot the part about washing the pills down with cheap booze and muttering into the mirror, "I know who I am! I know who I am!" | ||
| Adriana (Adriana) Username: Adriana Registered: 03-2008 Posted From: 99.230.239.233 |
Did you just kiss me, Craig?  | ||
| Craig (Craig) Username: Craig Registered: 03-2008 Posted From: 75.4.239.156 |
That, or I accidentally scraped my lips on your face. | ||
| Craig (Craig) Username: Craig Registered: 03-2008 Posted From: 75.4.239.156 |
Hey Laird: Who was it, you Weber? That said that in real life you go into restrooms to relieve yourself; but in the movies, you only go into restrooms to splash water on your face?... Well, whoever said that -  | ||
| Mark_lynch (Mark_lynch) Username: Mark_lynch Registered: 03-2008 Posted From: 88.109.227.224 |
When I'm asked if I've ever seen a ghost I usually say, "No, but I may have heard one." A few years ago now (and I mentioned this on the old RCMB) I was staying with my girlfriend's family in an old tollgate cottage along the Ridgeway, perhaps the oldest pathway in the UK. We'd not been there long before I noticed my girlfriend's mother kept miscounting the number of plates she kept laying for dinner. She was always left with one too many, wondering why she'd got it wrong -- again. Also, she took to the habit of pulling the curtains on early, as if worried someone may be looking into the house, even though it had a walled garden. She'd set the hall lighting to low (the electric lights had a dimmer switch) and leave it on all night, so that the cottage resembled the way it may have looked a couple of centuries earlier. There wasn't much more to consider, but I noticed these things, as you tend to do if you're one of us guys, and went about the usual holiday stuff. When the extended part of the family with kids left, leaving just myself and girlfriend and her parents, the house felt a little quieter, but not in any uncomfortable way. I'd taken violently ill the previous night (but that's not unusual; I have a lot of health issues) and spent an uncomfortable time in the tiled bathroom in what I later figured for the onset of a kidney stone movement, so was in a semi-fevered state. When I'd thought Michelle was outside in the corridor watching over me, it was just imagination. The next day I recuperated, alone with only Michelle (my girlfriend) in the cottage. By the afternoon the sun was out, the house cosy. Michelle went upstairs for a rest. I watched a cheesey video in the lounge. I heard Michelle walking upstairs above me, for some reason in her parents' room. I thought she must have been checking the video recorder up there, as she'd found it easy to operate compared to the device downstairs and had videoed an episode of a TV show. Halfway through my video, I wandered to the large open kitchen for a drink. It was chilly. I wondered how to operate the central heating system, but when I pressed my hand to the radiator in the hallway I nearly burnt the skin off my hand. The damn thing was piping hot but if you lifted your hand but a milimeter away there was not the slightest bit of heat coming off it. I should have known. But I was being practical, so just decided it was a crappy radiator in a rambling old house with a number of renovations and updates that were very probably very dodgy. As I say, the extended family left that evening. Because of my bad night previously, I went up to the room Michelle and I were sharing early. It was an old but spacious roon, with a single high and mean window, a couple of dark panneled pieces of furnitue, spans of rafters in the open ceiling. I lay on top of the sheets, without the light on, listening to news of the general election campaign on a single earpiece of my headphones. By now the light had gone, leaving only the shape of the window to be seen in the room. It was well after ten o'clock, perhaps after eleven. I heard the door rattle, thought it was opening and then closing, and I sensed someone in the room, a feminine presence that must be my girlfriend. "Michelle," I said, "would you like the light on?" because I thought she was just standing there, a little unsure confronted by the darkness. She didn't reply so I turned over and asked again. When she didn't answer this time, I leaned back over and turned on the bedside lamp, losing the earpiece of my radio. There was no one in the room with me. I sat still for a while, the hiss from the dropped radio headphones a whisper in the room. Eventually, mildly uncomfortable with what I thought had just happened -- I was so SURE someone had opened the door and come in but I must have been hallucinating, I told myself -- I put the earphone back in and shut out the light. Five minutes later, I heard the sound again, exactly as I thought I'd heard it the first time. Same sound of the latch, same creak of the door, drift of wind from the corridor. The door closed, I felt a presence, feminine (however you feel such a thing), standing still in the room, just as I thought I had before. In a thin and high voice, a little bit shakey, I confess, I said, "Michelle, would you like the light on?" To which she replied, "Yes please, that'd be lovely." I clicked the light on and she looked at me and said immediately "What's wrong." I told her what I thought had happened earlier, and not wanting to be standing in the same place whatever I'd sensed before had been, she nearly jumped from one side of the room to the next and buried herself under the covers, clinging on to me. We talked about what it could have been, and I mentioned the silly radiator incident, her mum constantly setting out another plate, as if for an extra guest, how the curtains were being pulled on earlier each night. Imagination and me reading too much into stuff, we decided, probably. When I tried to change the subject and ask if the programme she'd videoed in her parents' bedroom had worked she said she didn't know, she hadn't been in to their room to check . . . So I couldn't have heard footsteps up there that afternoon, while Michelle was taking a nap. Could I? We settled in to sleep. We were awoken about first light by a strange tapping, as if of someone guiding a cane around wooden floors or rapping with a hardened fingernail on the wooden beams. It wasn't the heating system, which wasn't due to come to life for a good hour and had always done so silently before. The tapping faded, as if touring the house and eventually was quiet. Full daylight, and Michelle got up before me, and went downstairs, where her parents were sitting around the kitchen table. Without Michelle mentioning what I'd thought I'd experienced, her mum said she thought something a bit odd was going on in the house. During the night, she'd woken, because she was sure she'd heard something. When she listened, it was there, a voice, distinct and as true as if someone were downstairs. The voice was a woman's voice, and it had been singing, quite happily, Michelle's mum said. Michelle then told them what had maybe happened to me, and about the taps we'd heard, distinctly, earlier. What do you do in such a case? We went about the holiday, because there's not a lot else you can do. That night, the tapping came again, moving through the house. Again it didn't coincide with any heating system, didn't sound like boards contracting or mice moving in the walls. Then the sound faded. Michelle's parents heard it that night too. We stayed a few more days. On the last day, I think it was, I got up to investigate the tapping when I heard it. part of me felt a complete and utter compulsion to do this. And I wanted to do it, too. I wandered the corridors of the old cottage, following the sound. When I went in one room, it sounded to have moved into the hall beyond. When I went into the hall, it went into the next room, and we made a circuit of the downstairs rooms. One door I did not open. I was suddenly too scared by the prospect of seeing what lay beyond. It wasn't fear of an intellectual kind. In fact, I should have been excited at the prospect of evidence of the ghostly, of some form of existence after the death of the body, if that's what a ghost is. But what happened to me then I can only describe as a terror of the flesh. My skin and bone, my blood and marrow absolutely could not face the prospect of that alieness of being that could lay the other side of the door. Though I was not scared to think of opening the door, my arms and legs were shaking to such an extent they refused to obey my commands. I stood there quivering, while examining my pysical fear dispassionately, for some time. And then the tapping moved up the stairs and along the corridor (which did not, incidentally, follow the route of the plumbing) up there. I followed eventually, feeling I'd missed the opportunity of . . . what? I don't know. But my body wasn't in the state it had been, and I could -- and did, before climbing the stairs -- quite easily open the door, though from the other side by making a circuit of the downstairs area with its light settings from a previous century. The room entered, the door opened, I went upstairs, feeling oddly deflated as the tapping stopped. So did I hear a ghost? I don't know. Maybe. maybe not. We spoke to the new owners of the cottage, who said they'd had nothing of the kind happen to them. But one couple, they remembered, the only other couple who'd taken the place for a time and had children with them (almost as if the presence of children acted as some kind of trigger to the possibly feminine presence in the house), reported odd noises and a very strange thing. Every time they went to bed, they shut out all the lights. And every morning, wihtout fail, when they woke up, the lights were switched on, to the low dimmer setting that would make the place look like it had a couple of centuries earlier, when it had glowed by candle light. | ||
| Allybird (Allybird) Username: Allybird Registered: 03-2008 Posted From: 79.70.76.167 |
I think I'll go and put the telly on. Heather is asleep and Alan is in his office upstairs and I'm suddenly becoming uncomfortable... | ||
| Craig (Craig) Username: Craig Registered: 03-2008 Posted From: 75.16.87.119 |
Sounds like The Orphanage, Mark.... Luckily, I can accurately diagnose, from the evidence you've provided: it was all the wind. Stirred up by swamp gas. The End. | ||
| Allybird (Allybird) Username: Allybird Registered: 03-2008 Posted From: 79.70.76.167 |
You revealed the ending Craig! How could you be so previous.... | ||
| Craig (Craig) Username: Craig Registered: 03-2008 Posted From: 75.16.77.239 |
What can I say, Ally? I'm a previant: before you know it, I dun it to ya....  | ||
| Hubert (Hubert) Username: Hubert Registered: 03-2008 Posted From: 78.21.235.172 |
Magnificent, Mark! Did you ever go back to the 'forbidden room' by broad daylight? | ||
| Albie (Albie) Username: Albie Registered: 03-2008 Posted From: 77.86.114.169 |
In a flat I had the first few weeks of living there I heard a sound that could only be described as a giant spider running across the wall. Giant as in man sized. It seemed to be coming from upstairs. And there were no giant spiders lodging there at the time. No, he moved in later. Could have been pipes. | ||
| Gary Fry (Gary_fry) Username: Gary_fry Registered: 03-2008 Posted From: 82.3.65.135 |
Pipes? Not...Pipes! [shudders with recollection of Ghostwatch] | ||
| Hubert (Hubert) Username: Hubert Registered: 03-2008 Posted From: 78.22.231.91 |
"In a flat I had the first few weeks of living there I heard a sound that could only be described as a giant spider running across the wall." See Ramsey's "Drawing In" | ||
| Zed (Gary_mc) Username: Gary_mc Registered: 03-2008 Posted From: 213.219.8.243 |
The first house I moved into in London was a huge old semi in Bounds Green. The first night in there I spent alone, and the atmosphere was so negative that I slept down stairs on the sofa (watching DVDs all night as I was scared to go to sleep). In my room, I was often woken by the bed shaking and a load banging directly under my bed, as if beneath the floorboards. My friend was in the room right underneath mine and never heard a thing - he did once, however, hear children playing in our garden and when he went to look there was no one there. None of our neighbours had kids. That was one scary house. I was very glad to leave it. | ||
| Hubert (Hubert) Username: Hubert Registered: 03-2008 Posted From: 78.22.231.91 |
Weird acoustics. I live on the second floor of a corner building, with windows on both sides. When I open the window facing east, I can cearly hear people at the end of the street round the corner conversing - every word is clearly audible even though they're at least 100 metres away, and they're not shouting either. As for the rumble in your room - can it have been the Underground? | ||
| Craig (Craig) Username: Craig Registered: 03-2008 Posted From: 75.4.236.16 |
Boy, that wind-agitated swamp gas really gets around England, don't it?... | ||
| Adriana (Adriana) Username: Adriana Registered: 03-2008 Posted From: 99.230.239.233 |
Jumping to the very end of one of my (long-term experiences) after leaving my parents house (where I'd lived for 5 years on a haunted room) I found myself in the company of a woman who claimed that she could clear spaces. Seeing as I had nothing to lose, I asked her to tap into my former room. I'd never talked about the hauntings with my family, as I knew my dad would not believe them, and I did want to scare my little sister. (There was one exception to this - which is whole other story involving my older sister who had long since left home - it had been her room before mine, and years later I found out that she too had the same experiences.) Naturally, I had not wanted my little sister to move into the room when I left, but hoping that perhaps she wouldn't be sensitive to the hauntings I stood back and didn't say anything to her. Thing is, she had such bad nightmares upon moving into the room, that she couldn't sleep there. She refused to give up the room, as it was the largest, and instead chose to spend the next few years sleeping on the couch. Anyway - I get this woman to cleanse the space. Wasn't sure what I thought of it, as she didn't even have to go there "physically" to do it. But the super creepy/interesting thing was that I went over to my parents house the next day to do some laundry, and my mother (who knew nothing about the cleansing) mentioned to me off hand that she was very happy, because for the first time since initially moving in, my little sister had slept the night in her room. Kinda neat. | ||
| Albie (Albie) Username: Albie Registered: 03-2008 Posted From: 77.86.114.169 |
So you are saying that the swamp gas knocked out your sister? | ||
| Adriana (Adriana) Username: Adriana Registered: 03-2008 Posted From: 99.230.239.233 |
likely. And in full daylight too! ;) | ||
| Albie (Albie) Username: Albie Registered: 03-2008 Posted From: 77.86.114.169 |
It explains it all. Borley Rectory? Swamp gas. The Enderfield Poltergeist? heavy traffic. Uri Geller? The plumbing. Why did we ever think otherwise. | ||
| Craig (Craig) Username: Craig Registered: 03-2008 Posted From: 75.5.0.218 |
The Stigmata of Padre Pio? Self-inflicted stab wounds. The Miracle at Fatima? Mass hallucination. Jesus Christ? Mentally-challenged homeless Svengali. Oh, wait... those are religious supernatural claims... ipso facto, lies lies lies! | ||
| Albie (Albie) Username: Albie Registered: 03-2008 Posted From: 77.86.114.169 |
The seemingly impossible creation of the universe? all of the above. But mainly mass hallucination and dodgy plumbing. | ||
| Craig (Craig) Username: Craig Registered: 03-2008 Posted From: 75.5.0.218 |
Albie's novel? Now hold on just a minute there - now you're crazy-talking! | ||
| Albie (Albie) Username: Albie Registered: 03-2008 Posted From: 77.86.114.169 |
When the secret is unveiled...the book vanishes. Like my ability to create an idea worth writing about. | ||
| Craig (Craig) Username: Craig Registered: 03-2008 Posted From: 75.5.3.199 |
The book that's sweeping the world, as seen on Oprah: The Secretion! Moist ooze as the key to ultimate happiness. The jacket's-blurb shouts: "If You Rub It, It Will Come!" | ||
| Albie (Albie) Username: Albie Registered: 03-2008 Posted From: 77.86.114.169 |
Are you making a pass at me? | ||
| Craig (Craig) Username: Craig Registered: 03-2008 Posted From: 75.5.3.199 |
Sorry, Albie. Sometimes moist ooze is just moist ooze. | ||
| Albie (Albie) Username: Albie Registered: 03-2008 Posted From: 77.86.114.169 |
Oh, so we won't need the dessert trolley. "Send it away, waiter." | ||
| Adriana (Adriana) Username: Adriana Registered: 03-2008 Posted From: 99.230.239.233 |
Thing is - why so determined to dismiss "ghosts" but so easily won over and pacified by "mass hallucination". Isn't mass hallucination kinda wild in itself????? I find that potentially just as awesome as ghosts... | ||
| Craig (Craig) Username: Craig Registered: 03-2008 Posted From: 75.5.14.169 |
Er, I wasn't necessarily won over or not by "mass hallucination" (the irony of that term, btw, when talking about Roman Catholicism)... just pointing out that one man's treasure, is another man's trash.... And trying to poke entrail-exposing maws into Albie's soft fleshy pod-like form. | ||
| Tony (Tony) Username: Tony Registered: 03-2008 Posted From: 81.129.151.199 |
Thing is, I don't want to accept the scientific theories about ghosts as they're too bleak, but the scientific guys - what they get if we're right is pretty cool and reasuring! Come on skeptics - you know you want to... just let yourself be convinced; you've nothing to lose! | ||
| Albie (Albie) Username: Albie Registered: 03-2008 Posted From: 77.86.114.169 |
But is heaven a mass hallucination? One we can't see? But exists anyhow? I could be hallucinating anything right now, but just not be seeing it. Maybe I'm hallucinating a fat Bill Bixby, just beyond that wall. | ||
| Adriana (Adriana) Username: Adriana Registered: 03-2008 Posted From: 99.230.239.233 |
I find it very interesting listening or reading the lengths that people will go to rule out ghosts - by which I mean, what they will INSTEAD rule IN. For example - why is it more acceptable to think that a person can move things with their mind, then that a "ghost" is moving them? For me, both are intriguing possibilities, but I neither find them mutually exclusive, nor do I find one less wild then the other. And also, to be honest, in some ways, I find the former more frightening. | ||
| Adriana (Adriana) Username: Adriana Registered: 03-2008 Posted From: 99.230.239.233 |
I mean really, what's the big deal with ghosts? Why such a prejudice? ;) | ||
| Tony (Tony) Username: Tony Registered: 03-2008 Posted From: 81.129.151.199 |
A - have you seen The Nines? | ||
| Tony (Tony) Username: Tony Registered: 03-2008 Posted From: 81.129.151.199 |
A - they're scared of the reality-loosening of them. | ||
| Albie (Albie) Username: Albie Registered: 03-2008 Posted From: 77.86.114.169 |
I think they fear the minds of people who would readliy believe in them. We scare Craig. Where is he? Let's go and try to convince him about fairies. | ||
| Adriana (Adriana) Username: Adriana Registered: 03-2008 Posted From: 99.230.239.233 |
Haven't seen it. What is it? | ||
| Tony (Tony) Username: Tony Registered: 03-2008 Posted From: 81.129.151.199 |
Yes; they can't accept that we've really given it a lot of thought, too, and that we must be nuts. Tell them all Aickman believed in them and watch them run. | ||
| Adriana (Adriana) Username: Adriana Registered: 03-2008 Posted From: 99.230.239.233 |
You mean he doesn't believe in FAIRIES?!?!?! | ||
| Albie (Albie) Username: Albie Registered: 03-2008 Posted From: 77.86.114.169 |
If you don't believe in fairies then you can't see them and then you can't avoid stepping on their little faces and legs. That's how monstrous he has become. | ||
| Tony (Tony) Username: Tony Registered: 03-2008 Posted From: 81.129.151.199 |
A; http://www.cinematical.com/2007/09/02/review-the-nines/ | ||
| Adriana (Adriana) Username: Adriana Registered: 03-2008 Posted From: 99.230.239.233 |
Thing is, there are certain things that just seem so natural to me - that the determination not to believe becomes something I find harder to understand. | ||
| Adriana (Adriana) Username: Adriana Registered: 03-2008 Posted From: 99.230.239.233 |
The real question though - is would he step on them if he COULD see them, just to prove that he couldn't. ;) | ||
| Albie (Albie) Username: Albie Registered: 03-2008 Posted From: 77.86.114.169 |
I think they fight the urge to believe. That's why they are so adamant. I think they are scared of their own brains. | ||
| Protodroid (Protodroid) Username: Protodroid Registered: 03-2008 Posted From: 160.6.1.47 |
It's hard to prise people's fingers away from something that works most of the time (science and that). From my experience, Occam's razor tells me that odd stuff really does exist. To reject all the data I've been presented with would be unscientific. Actually, we see this a lot through the history of science -- theoreticians refusing to accept evidence, and looking down upon experimentalists. | ||
| Tony (Tony) Username: Tony Registered: 03-2008 Posted From: 81.129.151.199 |
What it boils down to is people not wanting to move from where they stand. It hurts. We're all guilty of it, and for whatever reason, yes, it works for us. But we keeps trying to convince... whichever way. | ||
| Adriana (Adriana) Username: Adriana Registered: 03-2008 Posted From: 99.230.239.233 |
Meanwhile, you need the experimentalists to break ground that one day will be taken for granted. I've been embarrassed too many times for poo-pooing things, that were later "proven" (or already proven). Which is why I no longer claim to know anything. Instead I just have beliefs - which I recognize on some level are simply choices based on instincts or what resonates. I love it when people can show me something I couldn't see before, though. Which is why I find determination not to see things so confounding. I think I'm quite short sighted in many ways, due to my world view, and biases. But sometimes it just takes a different way of coming at something to see it. When this happens, it's like a ventilation shaft opens in my brain - totally refreshing. | ||
| Protodroid (Protodroid) Username: Protodroid Registered: 03-2008 Posted From: 89.19.67.152 |
Brain shaft | ||
| Craig (Craig) Username: Craig Registered: 03-2008 Posted From: 75.5.13.127 |
My "skepticism" seems to be under floodlights, so let me explain: I simply find that much belief in these strange thingy's is, itself, narrow-minded: people readily believe in ghosts and fairies and UFOs and such, but will discount completely the, say, claims of religious folks in the supernatural arena - which is, inconsistent. It leads me to believe that there are hidden agendas in the belief systems of people... you want to believe, for whatever reason, in fairies and pixies and gnomes and kobolds and hobbits and other 1HD creatures... but in Mary statues weeping real tears? In the Host bleeding when shot by Nazis? In the writings and revelations of Anna Catherine Emmeric? Nope - all completely tossed into the garbage, because it goes against someone's personal religious prejudices. I'm not advocating the RC end of miracles: it just funnies me to think about this glaring incongruity... but, maybe I'm myself assuming these things? These narrow-minded testimonies?... Someone put me in my place, please? | ||
| Tony (Tony) Username: Tony Registered: 03-2008 Posted From: 81.129.151.199 |
Um, I believe in those things too. You see, I think we are a fount of energy that gets poured into various 'shapes', and these shapes adopt a degree of our intelligence, like a fingerprint. I think God - in whatever form - is the culmination, a snowball made of us. Any other lovely bunkum is a smaller version of the same stuff. | ||
| Tony (Tony) Username: Tony Registered: 03-2008 Posted From: 81.129.151.199 |
And much of it is older and wiser than us. | ||
| Craig (Craig) Username: Craig Registered: 03-2008 Posted From: 75.5.13.127 |
Alright, Tony, so far I stand corrected. And - I agree with you completely. I guess philosophically, we're not so far off, my friend.... | ||
| Tony (Tony) Username: Tony Registered: 03-2008 Posted From: 81.129.151.199 |
Um, really? I do see where you're coming from, you know. I'm just scared not to believe in my things, and want to, and have been lucky to hear of and see certain things. I know a lot of this is to find comfort, but a lot of it has came from reading about it, talking. | ||
| Adriana (Adriana) Username: Adriana Registered: 03-2008 Posted From: 99.230.239.233 |
I don't personally believe any more or less in religious supernatural manifestations than in non. I see no relevant distinction in the phenomena. I'm open and skeptical of all equally. By the way, have I mentioned that I'm only one miracle away from being coming a Saint? (I heard once that you need 3.) | ||
| Craig (Craig) Username: Craig Registered: 03-2008 Posted From: 75.17.17.188 |
Um, and you need to be dead. Wait a minute... we have been talking about ghosts here... gulp...  | ||
| Mark_lynch (Mark_lynch) Username: Mark_lynch Registered: 03-2008 Posted From: 88.111.14.192 |
>>Magnificent, Mark! Did you ever go back to the 'forbidden room' by broad daylight? Passed it every day, as did everyone else. It was a narrow room, felt dusty and cold most of the time. Was used as a dining room, but when my girlfriend's father, in passing, floated the idea of having a meal in there no one wanted to know. The kids didn't even play hide and seek in there, and no one lingered in passing. Later, my girlfriend's father admitted he was glad to leave the cottage and that he kept glimpsing shadows moving that shouldn't have done, at the edge of his eye. | ||
| Weber_gregston (Weber_gregston) Username: Weber_gregston Registered: 03-2008 Posted From: 83.98.9.4 |
Um, and you need to be dead. For 50 years... Thery throw that in to allow a historical perspective and to remove any current emotional attachment to the person - remember the calls to canonise that husband stealing adulteress otherwise known as Princess Di | ||
| Jonathan (Jonathan) Username: Jonathan Registered: 03-2008 Posted From: 91.143.178.131 |
"God - in whatever form - is the culmination, a snowball made of us" Favourite image of the day award goes to Tony. That's just lovely. Almost Bradbarian. Jon | ||
| Jonathan (Jonathan) Username: Jonathan Registered: 03-2008 Posted From: 91.143.178.131 |
By Bradbarian I meant like Ray Bradbury. Not Conan the Bradbarian. Although that I'd read. | ||
| Craig (Craig) Username: Craig Registered: 03-2008 Posted From: 75.4.255.215 |
Um, really? Yes, actually... it's just, I stay far away, keep the image fuzzy... don't try and peer too closely... it all loses focus, I feel, if you try too hard... maybe I'm jealous of those that do, and can sustain an image... it's a possibility.... And to further clarify: You don't go from "dead guy" to "saint" - you have to first be "beatified," where you get the official title of "Blessed"; why it's "Blessed Anna Catherine Emmeric" after three centuries... though Mel Gibson was doing his best to push her cannonization over the edge.... | ||
| Adriana (Adriana) Username: Adriana Registered: 03-2008 Posted From: 99.230.239.233 |
Lovely indeed. | ||
| Adriana (Adriana) Username: Adriana Registered: 03-2008 Posted From: 99.230.239.233 |
That sucks about the 50 years and all. And the "beautified.' I'm thinking my sainthood is looking less promising. | ||
| Adriana (Adriana) Username: Adriana Registered: 03-2008 Posted From: 99.230.239.233 |
Craig do you work from home? | ||
| Weber_gregston (Weber_gregston) Username: Weber_gregston Registered: 03-2008 Posted From: 83.98.9.4 |
Craig - when you're made into a saint you're Canonised. the extra n after the a makes it a different word altogether | ||
| Craig (Craig) Username: Craig Registered: 03-2008 Posted From: 75.5.10.130 |
Ha! Weber, as a former RC, that's gotta be... Freudian or something.... A - yes, sometimes, no, othertimes. | ||
| Adriana (Adriana) Username: Adriana Registered: 03-2008 Posted From: 99.230.239.233 |
http://ca.youtube.com/watch?v=XEZtw1yt8Kc I love what he says about "naive reality" this is precisely why I think that people who claim to "know" things, or that anything can be "proven" (or not) scientifically (and there for objectively) is coming from an arrogant stand point. | ||
| Albie (Albie) Username: Albie Registered: 03-2008 Posted From: 77.86.111.96 |
You tell 'em. Assuming you ARE Adriana, and not some hell-mannequin from the depths of space and consciousness. | ||
| Adriana (Adriana) Username: Adriana Registered: 03-2008 Posted From: 99.230.239.233 |
What are you saying, Albie? Can't a hell-mannequin from the depths of space and consciousness, "tell 'em"??? (looks down at hell mannequin feet and sighs.) | ||
| Albie (Albie) Username: Albie Registered: 03-2008 Posted From: 212.50.191.46 |
Not sure I'd trust the word of a hell mannequin. They bury you alive in a c*ck shaped coffin! | ||
| Albie (Albie) Username: Albie Registered: 03-2008 Posted From: 212.50.191.46 |
That would be a silly idea...a serial killer that buries his victims in funny shaped coffins. Like a pair of tits, or something. | ||
| Protodroid (Protodroid) Username: Protodroid Registered: 03-2008 Posted From: 160.6.1.47 |
It sounds like a running Two Ronnies sketch. | ||
| Craig (Craig) Username: Craig Registered: 03-2008 Posted From: 75.5.5.146 |
That would be a funny skit though: DETECTIVE: "What do we got this time, Joe?" POLICEMAN: "It's not pretty, Frank.... They're testicles." DETECTIVE: "Two of 'em?" POLICEMAN: "The one on the right's got the body. One on the left, the head. Probably because it's --" DETECTIVE: "-- A little smaller. I'm way ahead of you Joe. Dammit!" (looks off into the distance) "Are we ever gonna be one step ahead of the Body Coffiner?..." | ||
| Craig (Craig) Username: Craig Registered: 03-2008 Posted From: 75.5.5.146 |
Er... what Proto said. |