Bevendean Hillbilly
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It falls to me to start our annual Ghost thread...nights drawing in...the candle flickers..
My personal favourites from previous years...
The bloke who's brother bought a second hand jag and looked in the rear view to see an old bloke in a tan coat "slide across the back seat" nearly causing him to crash in shock...
The one from Ozmike where a phantom jogger appeared and asked him the time before vanishing...Stamner Park I recall.
Good old shockers.
I'll start us off this year...
I used to live in a house in Birkenhaed that was a post war build on the site of a row of large Victorian houses which had been flattened by the Luftwaffe trying for the Cammell-Laird shipyards.
I lived there for years and it always had a peculiar feel. My sister, mum and I would often spot someone looking over the bannister from the corner of our eyes, we would often call out as we thought it was one or other of us up there...needless to say there was never anyone up there to answer.
Things "came to a head around September of 1989 when I started to hear breathing in my room, I would lie awake terrified listening to this mans deep breathing in the middle of the night. We had a lodger at this time who announced one day that he was off after seeing a fair haired man standing next to his bed and nearly s**ting himself when the guy turned and disappeared.
Clocks would regularly reset ( even digital ones) to 2 o'clock and my girlfriend at the time refused to stay over after she saw someone through the frosted front door glass (she was banging thinking it was me) only for me to walk down the street straight afterwards...you guessed it the place was empty when we checked.
Even my arch skeptic best mate nearly threw a fit when he saw an old man in a dressing gown crawl silently past the spare bedroom door one night.
I left there in 89 and have never felt the urge to return.
Sleep tight NSC....mwah ha ha ha
My personal favourites from previous years...
The bloke who's brother bought a second hand jag and looked in the rear view to see an old bloke in a tan coat "slide across the back seat" nearly causing him to crash in shock...
The one from Ozmike where a phantom jogger appeared and asked him the time before vanishing...Stamner Park I recall.
Good old shockers.
I'll start us off this year...
I used to live in a house in Birkenhaed that was a post war build on the site of a row of large Victorian houses which had been flattened by the Luftwaffe trying for the Cammell-Laird shipyards.
I lived there for years and it always had a peculiar feel. My sister, mum and I would often spot someone looking over the bannister from the corner of our eyes, we would often call out as we thought it was one or other of us up there...needless to say there was never anyone up there to answer.
Things "came to a head around September of 1989 when I started to hear breathing in my room, I would lie awake terrified listening to this mans deep breathing in the middle of the night. We had a lodger at this time who announced one day that he was off after seeing a fair haired man standing next to his bed and nearly s**ting himself when the guy turned and disappeared.
Clocks would regularly reset ( even digital ones) to 2 o'clock and my girlfriend at the time refused to stay over after she saw someone through the frosted front door glass (she was banging thinking it was me) only for me to walk down the street straight afterwards...you guessed it the place was empty when we checked.
Even my arch skeptic best mate nearly threw a fit when he saw an old man in a dressing gown crawl silently past the spare bedroom door one night.
I left there in 89 and have never felt the urge to return.
Sleep tight NSC....mwah ha ha ha