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EagleEyedAlbert ...too far north of the water. 27 Aug 15 8.38am
The only "experience" I've had is being sat at my desk at work and feeling someone tap me on the shoulder. Nobody sat behind me and I faced the entry to my office so nobody could even sneak up behind me, tap me on the shoulder and jump out the first floor window. Very very odd. I also knew a guy whose nephew went into his folks' room one night complaining there was a small boy in his room asking where the toilet was. Thinking their son had just had a scary dream, both parents escorted him back to his room only for all 3 of them to be confronted with the same little boy/ghost asking the same question. They packed their bags and moved out of the house for a week. And they really aren't the type of people to make that s* up. "IS HE!!?" -Can often be found on HOL Radio chatting Palace-related nonsense: Catch it here, Sunday Nights 8pm: [Link] HOL Radio Twitter: [Link] Me on the Twitter:** [Link] "You don't own a dog & bark yourself, do you?"
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The only "experience" I've had is being sat at my desk at work and feeling someone tap me on the shoulder.

Nobody sat behind me and I faced the entry to my office so nobody could even sneak up behind me, tap me on the shoulder and jump out the first floor window.

Very very odd.

I also knew a guy whose nephew went into his folks' room one night complaining there was a small boy in his room asking where the toilet was.
Thinking their son had just had a scary dream, both parents escorted him back to his room only for all 3 of them to be confronted with the same little boy/ghost asking the same question.

They packed their bags and moved out of the house for a week.

And they really aren't the type of people to make that s*** up.

"IS HE!!?"

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kingdowieonthewall Sussex, ex-Cronx. 27 Aug 15 8.46am
Quote EagleEyedAlbert at 27 Aug 2015 8.38am The only "experience" I've had is being sat at my desk at work and feeling someone tap me on the shoulder. Nobody sat behind me and I faced the entry to my office so nobody could even sneak up behind me, tap me on the shoulder and jump out the first floor window. Very very odd. I also knew a guy whose nephew went into his folks' room one night complaining there was a small boy in his room asking where the toilet was. Thinking their son had just had a scary dream, both parents escorted him back to his room only for all 3 of them to be confronted with the same little boy/ghost asking the same question. They packed their bags and moved out of the house for a week. And they really aren't the type of people to make that s*** up. I think it was the novelist Arthur c Clarke had a theory that somehow a repetitive event could be sort of etched into the fabric of an area/building etc such as the little boy you mentioned, another was a family would often see a man come into the home as if coming home from work, taking his hat off as he walked down the hallway?. wouldn't care for it myself though Kids,tired of being bothered by your pesky parents? Then leave home, get a job & pay your own bills, while you still know everything.
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Quote EagleEyedAlbert at 27 Aug 2015 8.38am

The only "experience" I've had is being sat at my desk at work and feeling someone tap me on the shoulder.

Nobody sat behind me and I faced the entry to my office so nobody could even sneak up behind me, tap me on the shoulder and jump out the first floor window.

Very very odd.

They packed their bags and moved out of the house for a week.

And they really aren't the type of people to make that s*** up.

I think it was the novelist Arthur c Clarke had a theory that somehow a repetitive event could be sort of etched into the fabric of an area/building etc
such as the little boy you mentioned, another was a family would often see a man come into the home as if coming home from work, taking his hat off as he walked down the hallway?.
wouldn't care for it myself though

Kids,tired of being bothered by your pesky parents?
Then leave home, get a job & pay your own bills, while you still know everything.

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Hoof Hearted 27 Aug 15 10.11am
Quote kingdowieonthewall at 27 Aug 2015 8.46am Quote EagleEyedAlbert at 27 Aug 2015 8.38am The only "experience" I've had is being sat at my desk at work and feeling someone tap me on the shoulder. Nobody sat behind me and I faced the entry to my office so nobody could even sneak up behind me, tap me on the shoulder and jump out the first floor window. Very very odd. I also knew a guy whose nephew went into his folks' room one night complaining there was a small boy in his room asking where the toilet was. Thinking their son had just had a scary dream, both parents escorted him back to his room only for all 3 of them to be confronted with the same little boy/ghost asking the same question. They packed their bags and moved out of the house for a week. And they really aren't the type of people to make that s*** up. I think it was the novelist Arthur c Clarke had a theory that somehow a repetitive event could be sort of etched into the fabric of an area/building etc such as the little boy you mentioned, another was a family would often see a man come into the home as if coming home from work, taking his hat off as he walked down the hallway?. wouldn't care for it myself though You've inhaled too many paint fumes Bob!
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Hoof Hearted 27 Aug 15 10.11am

Quote kingdowieonthewall at 27 Aug 2015 8.46am

Quote EagleEyedAlbert at 27 Aug 2015 8.38am

The only "experience" I've had is being sat at my desk at work and feeling someone tap me on the shoulder.

Nobody sat behind me and I faced the entry to my office so nobody could even sneak up behind me, tap me on the shoulder and jump out the first floor window.

Very very odd.

They packed their bags and moved out of the house for a week.

And they really aren't the type of people to make that s*** up.

You've inhaled too many paint fumes Bob!

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kingdowieonthewall Sussex, ex-Cronx. 27 Aug 15 5.13pm
Quote Hoof Hearted at 27 Aug 2015 10.11am Quote kingdowieonthewall at 27 Aug 2015 8.46am Quote EagleEyedAlbert at 27 Aug 2015 8.38am The only "experience" I've had is being sat at my desk at work and feeling someone tap me on the shoulder. Nobody sat behind me and I faced the entry to my office so nobody could even sneak up behind me, tap me on the shoulder and jump out the first floor window. Very very odd. I also knew a guy whose nephew went into his folks' room one night complaining there was a small boy in his room asking where the toilet was. Thinking their son had just had a scary dream, both parents escorted him back to his room only for all 3 of them to be confronted with the same little boy/ghost asking the same question. They packed their bags and moved out of the house for a week. And they really aren't the type of people to make that s*** up. I think it was the novelist Arthur c Clarke had a theory that somehow a repetitive event could be sort of etched into the fabric of an area/building etc such as the little boy you mentioned, another was a family would often see a man come into the home as if coming home from work, taking his hat off as he walked down the hallway?. wouldn't care for it myself though You've inhaled too many paint fumes Bob! chris, many of the paints I used when I started some 30 years ago are now completely banned. (linked to cancer, breathing problems & err, brain damage However I now have 3 bollocks. Kids,tired of being bothered by your pesky parents? Then leave home, get a job & pay your own bills, while you still know everything.
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Quote Hoof Hearted at 27 Aug 2015 10.11am

Quote kingdowieonthewall at 27 Aug 2015 8.46am

Quote EagleEyedAlbert at 27 Aug 2015 8.38am

The only "experience" I've had is being sat at my desk at work and feeling someone tap me on the shoulder.

Nobody sat behind me and I faced the entry to my office so nobody could even sneak up behind me, tap me on the shoulder and jump out the first floor window.

Very very odd.

They packed their bags and moved out of the house for a week.

And they really aren't the type of people to make that s*** up.

You've inhaled too many paint fumes Bob!

chris, many of the paints I used when I started some 30 years ago are now completely banned.
(linked to cancer, breathing problems & err, brain damage
However I now have 3 bollocks.

Kids,tired of being bothered by your pesky parents?
Then leave home, get a job & pay your own bills, while you still know everything.

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fed up eagle Between Horley, Surrey and Preston... 28 Aug 15 9.15pm
Best get Derek Acorah in.
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Between Horley, Surrey and Preston... 28 Aug 15 9.15pm

Best get Derek Acorah in.

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Buzzcock In an underground lair near Bright... 28 Aug 15 10.20pm
I had ghosts in my house when I worked and lived in Japan for a few years. They would manifest themselves as a kind of wild blowing that could be heard down the hallway. A friend of mine who had experienced similar told me about an old Japanese custom that involved smashing down any barriers between the rooms. Initially it worked fine. Just when I think I'm winning and I've broken every door. The ghosts of my life, blew wilder than before. In the woods there grew a tree. And a fine fine tree was he.
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In an underground lair near Bright... 28 Aug 15 10.20pm

I had ghosts in my house when I worked and lived in Japan for a few years.
They would manifest themselves as a kind of wild blowing that could be heard down the hallway.
A friend of mine who had experienced similar told me about an old Japanese custom that involved smashing down any barriers between the rooms.
Initially it worked fine.
Just when I think I'm winning and I've broken every door. The ghosts of my life, blew wilder than before.

In the woods there grew a tree. And a fine fine tree was he.

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jamiemartin721 Reading 29 Aug 15 5.46pm
Quote kingdowieonthewall at 27 Aug 2015 8.46am Quote EagleEyedAlbert at 27 Aug 2015 8.38am The only "experience" I've had is being sat at my desk at work and feeling someone tap me on the shoulder. Nobody sat behind me and I faced the entry to my office so nobody could even sneak up behind me, tap me on the shoulder and jump out the first floor window. Very very odd. I also knew a guy whose nephew went into his folks' room one night complaining there was a small boy in his room asking where the toilet was. Thinking their son had just had a scary dream, both parents escorted him back to his room only for all 3 of them to be confronted with the same little boy/ghost asking the same question. They packed their bags and moved out of the house for a week. And they really aren't the type of people to make that s* up. I think it was the novelist Arthur c Clarke had a theory that somehow a repetitive event could be sort of etched into the fabric of an area/building etc such as the little boy** you mentioned, another was a family would often see a man come into the home as if coming home from work, taking his hat off as he walked down the hallway?. wouldn't care for it myself though Coincidence? It wasn't a real boy your honour, but a phantasm.... "One Nation Under God, has turned into One Nation Under the Influence of One Drug" [Link]
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Quote kingdowieonthewall at 27 Aug 2015 8.46am

Quote EagleEyedAlbert at 27 Aug 2015 8.38am

The only "experience" I've had is being sat at my desk at work and feeling someone tap me on the shoulder.

Nobody sat behind me and I faced the entry to my office so nobody could even sneak up behind me, tap me on the shoulder and jump out the first floor window.

Very very odd.

They packed their bags and moved out of the house for a week.

And they really aren't the type of people to make that s*** up.

I think it was the novelist Arthur c Clarke had a theory that somehow a repetitive event could be sort of etched into the fabric of an area/building etc
such as the little boy you mentioned, another was a family would often see a man come into the home as if coming home from work, taking his hat off as he walked down the hallway?.
wouldn't care for it myself though

Coincidence? It wasn't a real boy your honour, but a phantasm....

"One Nation Under God, has turned into One Nation Under the Influence of One Drug"
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leggedstruggle Croydon 30 Aug 15 8.09pm
Thing is with ghosts they always appear in some vague way, a glimpse or a sound, some fleeting moment. Why don't they appear very publicly - if one could appear on the pitch at the next home game and literally walk through Damien Delaney, without being kicked up in the air, then I might start to believe. mother-in-law is an anagram of woman hitler
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Croydon 30 Aug 15 8.09pm

Thing is with ghosts they always appear in some vague way, a glimpse or a sound, some fleeting moment. Why don't they appear very publicly - if one could appear on the pitch at the next home game and literally walk through Damien Delaney, without being kicked up in the air, then I might start to believe.

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Jamesrichards8 30 Aug 15 8.11pm
That ain't no ghost it's a reflection of you. When you�re knocked on your back and your life�s a flop...
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That ain't no ghost it's a reflection of you.

When you�re knocked on your back and your life�s a flop...

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jamiemartin721 Reading 31 Aug 15 7.02pm
Quote leggedstruggle at 30 Aug 2015 8.09pm Thing is with ghosts they always appear in some vague way, a glimpse or a sound, some fleeting moment. Why don't they appear very publicly - if one could appear on the pitch at the next home game and literally walk through Damien Delaney, without being kicked up in the air, then I might start to believe. Well he made Costa appear to be a phantasm. "One Nation Under God, has turned into One Nation Under the Influence of One Drug" [Link]
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Quote leggedstruggle at 30 Aug 2015 8.09pm

Thing is with ghosts they always appear in some vague way, a glimpse or a sound, some fleeting moment. Why don't they appear very publicly - if one could appear on the pitch at the next home game and literally walk through Damien Delaney, without being kicked up in the air, then I might start to believe.

Well he made Costa appear to be a phantasm.

"One Nation Under God, has turned into One Nation Under the Influence of One Drug"
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dannyh wherever I lay my hat....... 01 Sep 15 11.33am
Only told my girlfriend about this one. We'd had a row and I'd decided to sleep on the couch, it was over something silly and I knew I was being a knobber but it was just one of those, "I'm not backing down so f* you moments" Anyway, I was just drifting off on the couch and something wacked me full on on the top of my head that was resting on the arm of the chair which is right next to the wall, so no room for someone hiding behind it. Nothing had fallen off the window ledge, or off the wall. The weird thing is it was a proper wack and woke me with a bit of a start, but I didn't pannick or jump up or s* my pants, I was half asleep, and said f* off it was her fault im staying here. Then I felt really comforted sort of happy, and I just got up and went back up to bed, where my fiance was in bed crying herself to sleep, and said that if I hadnt come up she was going to leave and go and stay at her parents. Just to be clear, when I opened my eyes there was no one in the room, and only my fiance in the house. who was two floors up in the master bedroom. All dorrs and windows shut, no one else in the house at all. Can't explain it, I always thought if I saw a ghost or had an experiance like that I would s* myself, but I didnt, it felt like I was talking to someone I knew, like they were in the room, I even remembered smiling after I said it was her fault, like I knew what I had got the wack on the head for. I'd been through a lot of s*** at the time so was it just a trick my mind palyed on me, or was it my dad, or ex wife telling me to stop being a dick ? Who knows, but I'll tell you what that wack on the top of my nut felt real enough. Edited by dannyh (01 Sep 2015 11.39am) "It's not the bullet that's got my name on it that concerns me; it's all them other ones flyin' around marked 'To Whom It May Concern.'"
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wherever I lay my hat....... 01 Sep 15 11.33am

Only told my girlfriend about this one.

We'd had a row and I'd decided to sleep on the couch, it was over something silly and I knew I was being a knobber but it was just one of those, "I'm not backing down so f*** you moments"

Anyway, I was just drifting off on the couch and something wacked me full on on the top of my head that was resting on the arm of the chair which is right next to the wall, so no room for someone hiding behind it. Nothing had fallen off the window ledge, or off the wall.

The weird thing is it was a proper wack and woke me with a bit of a start, but I didn't pannick or jump up or s*** my pants, I was half asleep, and said f*** off it was her fault im staying here. Then I felt really comforted sort of happy, and I just got up and went back up to bed, where my fiance was in bed crying herself to sleep, and said that if I hadnt come up she was going to leave and go and stay at her parents.

Just to be clear, when I opened my eyes there was no one in the room, and only my fiance in the house. who was two floors up in the master bedroom. All dorrs and windows shut, no one else in the house at all.

Can't explain it, I always thought if I saw a ghost or had an experiance like that I would s*** myself, but I didnt, it felt like I was talking to someone I knew, like they were in the room, I even remembered smiling after I said it was her fault, like I knew what I had got the wack on the head for.

I'd been through a lot of s*** at the time so was it just a trick my mind palyed on me, or was it my dad, or ex wife telling me to stop being a dick ? Who knows, but I'll tell you what that wack on the top of my nut felt real enough.

Edited by dannyh (01 Sep 2015 11.39am)

"It's not the bullet that's got my name on it that concerns me; it's all them other ones flyin' around marked 'To Whom It May Concern.'"

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jamiemartin721 Reading 01 Sep 15 11.50am
Quote dannyh at 01 Sep 2015 11.33am Only told my girlfriend about this one. We'd had a row and I'd decided to sleep on the couch, it was over something silly and I knew I was being a knobber but it was just one of those, "I'm not backing down so f* you moments" Anyway, I was just drifting off on the couch and something wacked me full on on the top of my head that was resting on the arm of the chair which is right next to the wall, so no room for someone hiding behind it. Nothing had fallen off the window ledge, or off the wall. The weird thing is it was a proper wack and woke me with a bit of a start, but I didn't pannick or jump up or s* my pants, I was half asleep, and said f* off it was her fault im staying here. Then I felt really comforted sort of happy, and I just got up and went back up to bed, where my fiance was in bed crying herself to sleep, and said that if I hadnt come up she was going to leave and go and stay at her parents. Just to be clear, when I opened my eyes there was no one in the room, and only my fiance in the house. who was two floors up in the master bedroom. All dorrs and windows shut, no one else in the house at all. Can't explain it, I always thought if I saw a ghost or had an experiance like that I would s* myself, but I didnt, it felt like I was talking to someone I knew, like they were in the room, I even remembered smiling after I said it was her fault, like I knew what I had got the wack on the head for. I'd been through a lot of s*** at the time so was it just a trick my mind palyed on me, or was it my dad, or ex wife telling me to stop being a dick ? Who knows, but I'll tell you what that wack on the top of my nut felt real enough. Edited by dannyh (01 Sep 2015 11.39am) Sounds like Sleep paralysis to me. Stressful states can induce a waking dream state similar to that experienced by sleep walkers, in which reality and dreaming states become merged. Of course that doesn't mean that it wasn't your dad per se, but that the mechanism by which that occurs is catagorised by sleep paralysis. A mistake often made by skeptics is to assume that if an experience can be explained it can be dismissed entirely as relivent; a product of the bias shown to observer-subject science. Experience is always important to the person involved, and can not be viewed objectively by a third party. "One Nation Under God, has turned into One Nation Under the Influence of One Drug" [Link]
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Quote dannyh at 01 Sep 2015 11.33am

Only told my girlfriend about this one.

We'd had a row and I'd decided to sleep on the couch, it was over something silly and I knew I was being a knobber but it was just one of those, "I'm not backing down so f*** you moments"

Edited by dannyh (01 Sep 2015 11.39am)

Sounds like Sleep paralysis to me. Stressful states can induce a waking dream state similar to that experienced by sleep walkers, in which reality and dreaming states become merged. Of course that doesn't mean that it wasn't your dad per se, but that the mechanism by which that occurs is catagorised by sleep paralysis. A mistake often made by skeptics is to assume that if an experience can be explained it can be dismissed entirely as relivent; a product of the bias shown to observer-subject science. Experience is always important to the person involved, and can not be viewed objectively by a third party.

"One Nation Under God, has turned into One Nation Under the Influence of One Drug"
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