HenryC
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The Amex. I think Dobbie may have been a ghost.
When my dad was a nipper and living in South London in the 1940s this boy and girl in Victorian costume used to run around his bedroom laughing and playing, appearing through one wall and disappearing through another, engrossed in their playing and never acknowledging his presence. In 1996 (and living in Seaford) he wrote a letter to the current residents of that London house, who confirmed that the pair of Victorian kids were still there, appearing occasionally in that same bedroom running around laughing and playing.
It's a lovely story and one I wish for you was true but let's face it, it's bollocks. Oh wait my beer has just moved from one side of the room to the other. No doubt about it, a ghost done it.
How is your one-dimensional life?
My life is fantastic. Ghost stories are bollocks. How's your life?
How can you categorically say they are bollocks when they are so many people out there that have seen them? Some of them fairly rational people too.
My son and I were walking along the path at the top when we came across an elderly, frail man walking his doing along the path in the opposite direction..
How can you categorically say they are bollocks when they are so many people out there that have seen them? Some of them fairly rational people too.
Because I am rational and intelligent.
Yes like my story that's 100% true it still haunts me today can't believe some people are so shallow
There you go you said it, a story.
We should have a simple poll
1, are ghosts real
2, are ghosts a load of bollocks
How can you categorically say they are bollocks when they are so many people out there that have seen them? Some of them fairly rational people too.
Seen them or been so crazy they subconsciously believe they saw an old lady lick her own lady garden and point at them saying f*** you mental person
We should have a simple poll
1, are ghosts real
2, are ghosts a load of bollocks
That would prove nothing though.
I saw a ghost while working at st Francis hospital Haywards Heath while we were doing a refurb , it was a mental asylum and we were changing it into living apartments
One morning we were told to strip all the padded cells that stood next to the morgue myself and another lad wereit there were all scratch marks down the padded cells and I found a finger nail embedded into the fabric on the wall I took it out and showed my mate he turned a whiter shade of pale and started to faint so I carried him into the morgue and laid him on the slab to rest ,it was at this point I heard whispering voices saying" help us, help us " I stood their frozen with fright then saw White mists circling above my head & cascading all around the room that was it for me I could take no more picking my mate back off the slab I carried him down never ending corridors till we found sanctuary back outside and I could breath the fresh open air and not the piercing cries of help and the smell of damp rotting morgue
An intelligent mind is never closed to any possibility.
Thus your intelligence along with the possibility of paranormal activity must be up for debate.