Haunting experiences...

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Jameshow

Guru
Aside from the coffee machine, and all the naughty cyclists, here, I'd like to start a thread about haunting experiences. I've had a few of them, but don't know where to start the thread

Off we go:-

I was once stuck in a cave for 12 hours that was quite memorable...

Or the time my dad and I brought a car and he drove it away only to find the wheels weren't full tightened up.
 
Haunting as in ghosts/uncanny or stuff you didn't like/dangerous?

Plenty of the former and the latter.
 

Sharky

Legendary Member
Location
Kent
A few tales .....

Fawkham in Kent is reputedly haunted by a "drifting nun" on Pennis Lane, a tragic figure who screams before vanishing, linked to a 500-year-old tale of assault and a skull kept at Pennis House. Another local ghost is "Mollie" at the Brandshatch Place Hotel, with reports of poltergeist activity and a phantom coach in the area.
Key, reported, and historic ghost stories in Fawkham include:
The Nun of Pennis Lane: A nun was attacked and killed 500 years ago near Fawkham Green. She is seen running down Pennis Lane, screaming soundlessly, sometimes accompanied by the sound of hooves.
The Skull of Pennis House: Local legend states the murdered nun's skull was kept in Pennis House to bring prosperity. When removed, the house experienced severe, poltergeist-like disturbances.
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Very close to where we live!
And in the same area, about 30 yrs ago, was a grusome murder of a mother/wife, by her husband.
 

DRM

Guru
Location
West Yorks
I do remember as a child/teenager that at 22:00 at night the local authorities would test the air raid siren, not exactly inducing to a good nights sleep in the late 70's early eighties !
 
I do remember as a child/teenager that at 22:00 at night the local authorities would test the air raid siren, not exactly inducing to a good nights sleep in the late 70's early eighties !

A very secure section of Whittingham still remains the guests there will never leave so if you pass there do not stop for hitch hikers
 

Donger

A.K.A. Buster Nuvverbike (componentry destroyer)
Location
Quedgeley, Glos.
While driving my old Datsun banger down the M5 near Strensham services, down the hill where the motorway crosses the Avon, I once idly wondered how fast it would go. I put my foot to the floor and enjoyed a moment of exhilaration as it got up to a rather naughty ,not strictly legal speed, followed by instant horror as the accelerator pedal stuck to the floor. It got louder and louder and nothing I did could release the pedal. I was still wet behind the ears as a young driver and had no idea what to do. Should I stick it in neutral and risk wrecking the gearbox? Or turn the ignition off ... not knowing what would happen and whether the steering lock would be engaged? I swear this is true: I actually started doing mental maths, trying to work out how much further my fuel would take me and how far it was to the end of the motorway at Exeter. ( I was only going to Gloucester, but had visions of having to complete a nightmarish slalom all the way to Exeter at constant high speed).

Eventually (probably only 3 or 4 minutes later but it seemed like an age) I did slam it into neutral, prompting the loudest noise I've ever heard in a vehicle, but thankfully a gradual loss of speed to the point where I could safely switch on the internal light and look down to inspect the accelerator pedal. It had caught under a section of carpeting/matting and was easily cleared. Since that night, some time in the mid 1980's, I have NEVER put my foot all the way to the floor again.

Some years later, I watched theat Keanu Reeves film "Speed" and it all came flooding back!
 
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MontyVeda

a short-tempered ill-controlled small-minded troll
Nearly drowning off the coast of Cornwall when I was about twenty five.
I can empathise with that.

Nearly drowning after capsizing a canoe under a fast flowing weir. I got stuck in the torrent and couldn't get away from it, like being in a washing machine... I felt myself 'go', only to pop out of the water about 50 yards away. Spent the next few days coughing the river Lune out of my lungs.
 
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