It wouldn't be the first time she'd had the willies put up her.Maybe it's a case of 'Is that rigor mortis or are you just pleased to see me'?
It wouldn't be the first time she'd had the willies put up her.Maybe it's a case of 'Is that rigor mortis or are you just pleased to see me'?
Would this be a good time to interject with my ghoulies?It wouldn't be the first time she'd had the willies put up her.
Mr Muscle shift it?The vicar spent an evening having dinner with Miss Goodbody a few months ago. At one point he went upstairs to use the loo. She later found some ectoplasm in the bathroom sink !
The vicar spent an evening having dinner with Miss Goodbody a few months ago. At one point he went upstairs to use the loo. She later found some ectoplasm in the bathroom sink !
No I haven't. Will check it outHave you ever read Ozzy Osbourne's autobiography? The story of how he went for a Forest Gump round at Roger Whittaker's house is priceless.
Me neither, I'm one of life's great sceptics; however.........Nope, don't believe in it myself.
As long as you don’t leave lt to long,it may hatch in the warm atmosphere of the bathroom.Mr Muscle shift it?
This is the only time anything odd happened but my dad had recently died at the time and the wife and I had just started talking about him and heard a bang from the dining room. We walked through to find his photo had fallen down.It's strange how weird things can happen in life. Back in 2012 mum passed away in a hospice. When I got home the clock in the hallway had stop at the exact time she died. Very odd indeed.
When we were kids, my parents used to take us to Wales on holiday. We stayed there in one of the farm houses and me and my brothers loved it there. It was proper boys' stuff - messing about in the hay loft, the sheep dip (I know), pretending to drive the tractor, going off exploring the place...
I'll always remember the upstairs bathroom, just used to get really frightened in there; I mean real hairs-standing-up-on-the-back-of-your-neck stuff. No idea why, just got really frightened in there with this sense that I'd turn round and *something* would be there, looking at me. Something scary.
Years later, as young adults, my brothers and my Mum got talking about the place. To my surprise, all of us had felt the same there - but nobody had ever felt brave enough to tell the others! My uncle (not a small or meek man), had told my Mum, but they both made a pact to keep it to themselves. More years passed until earlier this year, I took my own kids there. I still got the creeps in that bathroom, no matter how silly I told myself I was being, I mean it was REALLY CREEPY. I was talking to my daughter about the few days we had there and I asked her what she thought of the place.
"It was nice, a bit shabby though and that bathroom upstairs really gave me the creeps."
There is something!
Maybe not a coincidence!This is the only time anything odd happened but my dad had recently died at the time and the wife and I had just started talking about him and heard a bang from the dining room. We walked through to find his photo had fallen down.
Coincidence of course, but a creepy coincidence.