I would be nervous that perhaps not the friendliest .
I do not believe in them HOWEVER open mind and loved the " A Haunting " series .
I think and you would know that UK and Scotland most Haunted places ?
I would be nervous that perhaps not the friendliest .
I do not believe in them HOWEVER open mind and loved the " A Haunting " series .
I think and you would know that UK and Scotland most Haunted places ?
You will always find me in grave yards, older the better.
I see you have fish tanks, we also have a Tropical fish tank, with electric blues, barbs, gouramis, guppies, neons, and two ground feeders.
OUCH , lol
Yes I am a fish fanatic . I keep African cichlids ( male peacocks ) , heavy planted tanks with different types freshwater shrimp and small tropical .
Years back I bought Killie fish from UK , shipped as eggs in wet peat moss .
Biggest Killie Fish club going is in UK .
Wow, that sounds great NotCompSavvy.
Few years ago before arthritis hit my right hip which I hope a way to " completely " treat as go to Doctor again next week I would walk " secret " canals and marshes plus golf course ponds and lots of exotic fish which made my day .
There was a marsh with African Jewelfish and the red color was simply stunning but since so aggressive and would kill my other fish I never tried to catch a pair and now regret it , wish I had set up another tank or another rubbermaid stock tank in yard as that marsh became a gated community .
Do you worry that a bad spirit will attach itself to you ? .
I base this on A Haunting in Connecticut as turns out the spirit was attached to the girl , perhaps it was A Haunting in Georgia but either way .
No, not had any problems yet.
It was funny on Saturday I was standing at the bus stop which is very near to a grave yard when all of a sudden I had Rooks surrounding me, never had that happen to me before.
On my morning runs out into the country, I used to pass a 13th century church surrounded by trees and a graveyard.
It seemed strange that every time I ran past, the rooks nesting in the trees would follow me for a short distance, and then fly off. It happened every time… ![]()
It disappointed me that I didn’t see Hank in the meeting!
That wasn’t in a pub, Foxy.
It was in the cellar of the old York Treasurer’s House, which is now a National Trust property.
I have been down in those cellars. I didn’t see anything spooky down there but Harry Martindale’s account of what he saw in 1953 is quite convincing. Some of what he described about what the Roman soldiers he saw were wearing was discounted at the time as not likely to be worn by Roman soldiers but years later it was discovered that what Harry described was similar to what Auxiliary troops attached to the Roman Army in the 4th Century were wearing. Only nobody knew that back in the 1950s.
Harry Martindale’s 1953 account of ghostly Roman soldiers were wearing green tunics and sandals with knee-high straps and round shields. Many years later it was discovered this was indeed accurate for local British auxiliaries, as later archaeological evidence confirmed these details were correct for the 4th century
By that time, the main Roman army had withdrawn, and local forces were equipped differently, using green dyes from local sources and smaller, round shields instead of the rectangular ones typically associated with Roman legions.
Harry described the soldiers wearing sandals with straps that went up to their knees, which was the style for 4th-century troops, a fact that was not widely known in 1953.
He saw the soldiers carrying round shields, which matched the findings of later excavations of auxiliary Roman soldiers at Hadrian’s Wall.
The soldiers Harry Martindale saw are now believed to have been local, older men who had settled in Britain, married local women, and served in the defensive force after the Roman army had largely withdrawn.
Harry’s description of them looking weary and unkempt also aligned with the profile of local soldiers on patrol.
https://www.nationaltrust.org.uk/visit/yorkshire/treasurers-house-york/ghosts-of-treasurers-house
Thanks Boot, very interesting and surprising.
Sometimes memories merge into one another after a while… ![]()
I would imagine that it’s the sum of all the parts that give a body it’s consciousness, and should just one of the major parts fail it’s only a matter of time before consciousness leaves the body.
I would also imagine, that the brain can maintain consciousness for quite some time say, if the heart fails, and reviving the person some minutes later, the brain will still have been accepting an input from some of the other senses while the rest of the body was physically dead.
Like a candle flame gradually flickering out and being relighted from a breath of wind…
I don’t believe consciousness will persist beyond a short period after death.
Here’s a bit of an eerie one. Many years ago I was working in an old building in Neal Street Covent Garden, just a stones throw from the underground station. Something happened, not to me but to somebody else who was working after office hours. The penny didn’t drop at the time but when it did some years later it sent a shiver down my spine. I’ll write the story up during the weekend, turning in now! ![]()
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Okay… please forgive my rather tardy follow up on this topic but here goes.
I’m casting my mind back quite a few years back now, kindly bear with me.
I started working at Conran Associates situated in 28 Neal Street, Covent Garden at the age of seventeen. It was essentially the late Sir Terence Conran’s design studios, they also used to shoot some of the Habitat catalogue there too in the basement studio. It was a fascinating, creative environment to work in. London has changed massively since those days.
The building was 19th century, originally a warehouse of some sort. The loading platforms and lifting dericks were still in place, although used for potted flowers. There was a fella named Ron, he used to come in and work on maintenance type jobs of all sorts. I’ll put it this way, Ron wasn’t exactly the shy retiring type!
One morning morning on arriving for work my boss took me aside for a quiet word. I was on no account to laugh or take the pee out of Ron if I saw him, not that I would have dared! ![]()
Apparently while working on his own on the first floor by the old rear set of stairs he had seen a gentleman dressed in grey “Victorian” style clothes walk past him and simply disappear. Ron was genuinely upset by what he had seen!
I really didn’t think any thing of it at the time. It wasn’t until a few years later that I became familiar with the story of William Terris the murdered Edwardian actor. One account stated that his ghost had been seen walking down Neal Street from the direction of Covent Garden underground station where his favourite bakery used to be. This would have put Terris right on course for the old rear stairs of Conran Associates!!!
Thought I’d share this one in the morning rather than at bedtime! ![]()
Thanks for that Chilli, I love hearing stories like that, and I believe there is something going on but nobody can explain it yet…
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Thank you Foxy!
My pleasure, and yes, I believe you’re right ![]()
I hope i haven’t already posted this true story it is fascinating. Walking past a large old house located next door to ancient church and graveyard i stopped to chat with a man who told me he was the regular maintenance man for the owners who were away in their holiday home . He had a key and kept the house in good repair . He told me the house was haunted by an old lady he called Mary . She kept moving his tools . Heavy tool boxs would be left in the hall and he would find them in the kitchen lounge or other rooms . He was meticulous with his work and tools and knew it wasnt him . She would ruffle his hair often . He was in the lounge and it was Christmas time . The huge tree decorated . He watched in amazement as 2 baubles floated towards him very slowly and when the were approx 2ft from him dropped to the floor . The interesting thing is he started telling me the haunting story the minute i stopped to say hello , yet he didn’t know I’m a paranormal investigator. I hope one day to knock on the door and ask the owners if i could come in and meet Mary , just to say hello . The owners do know about the ghost and are happy about it . I did a bit of history follow up and the house was once a care home and in the war was used to house troops . Past staff who worked in the home knew about the visits from passsed residents, they told me it was a creepy place to work .
@Chilliboot … I found your story interesting so looked up the named actor, and thes is a page on his life .
Excellent!
Thank you so much Eliza, he certainly had a colourful life, albeit a short one.
Jessie Millward’s premonition is rather eerie!