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Ghosts or spirits ?
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pawl
Legendary Member
- Location
- Desford Leicestershire
Most people fart. Drago flatulates.
He’s a little more refined than most of us on here.Only a little more.
Sorry? We're talking about Drago, right?
Drago
Legendary Member
- Location
- Suburban Poshshire
They're, erm, croutons.
Fnaar
Smutmaster General
- Location
- Thumberland
Flatulatery will get you nowhere
deptfordmarmoset
Full time tea drinker
- Location
- Armonmy Way
Did you mean crottes?
Salty seadog
Space Cadet...(3rd Class...)
Not sure if I'd eat from a kebaby next to a graveyard.
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twentysix by twentyfive
Clinging on tightly
- Location
- Over the Hill
Spirits (or beer) for me
[QUOTE 5429136, member: 9609"]just love spooky stories.
My mum brought me up to be scared of things that go bump in the night (seriously, she was scared of the dark which means deep down inside I am
) I know it is utterly ludicrous and it never stops me doing anything, I go hillwalking by myself at night, stayed in remote bothies by myself, camped in wild places but sometimes these daft thoughts try to get to the surface.
Just the other night out cycling, very remote place stopped for a drink, had a sit on the fence for a few minutes rest. There was some weird breathing gasping noises going on, it was probably a sheep with some respiratory illness, but all the same it was freaking me out, it is just totally ludicrous but lonely place at night and I'm all a bit
quite funny really[/QUOTE]
It's no surprise whatever that most ghost stories emanate from the period before the advent of public lighting.
My mum brought me up to be scared of things that go bump in the night (seriously, she was scared of the dark which means deep down inside I am
) I know it is utterly ludicrous and it never stops me doing anything, I go hillwalking by myself at night, stayed in remote bothies by myself, camped in wild places but sometimes these daft thoughts try to get to the surface.Just the other night out cycling, very remote place stopped for a drink, had a sit on the fence for a few minutes rest. There was some weird breathing gasping noises going on, it was probably a sheep with some respiratory illness, but all the same it was freaking me out, it is just totally ludicrous but lonely place at night and I'm all a bit
quite funny really[/QUOTE]It's no surprise whatever that most ghost stories emanate from the period before the advent of public lighting.
