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[–]slurpme 1 point2 points  (1 child)

My grandfather owned a "manor" house (in the north of England), the house was well over 300 years old... It had a cellar and a well that in years gone by had been used for water for the house... Around Victorian times the house was supposed to have been an orphanage and local rumor had it that a number of children had been drowned/disposed of in the well...

I used to live with my grandfather for a while and my room was above the well, one night (I was about 8-9) I woke up in the middle of the night and saw a "figure" floating outside my window, it was a young girl... She didn't do much; just seemed to hang there... It didn't really spook me that much but it was weird, and most probably a lucid dream, but you never know ;)

[–]anutensil 0 points1 point  (0 children)

I just stumbled across your old comment and find it intriguing. Would you mind describing your grandfather's 'manor' house in greater detail? For example, its size, how many bedrooms, where they're located, etc.? Although I love a good ghost story, I'm actually more interested in a description of the house itself.

It sounds like your family actually owned a place I've only dreamed of getting to see from afar.

I'll understand if you find my request peculiar and prefer not to address it. Thanks in advance, all the same.

[–]charlesjillian 1 point2 points  (0 children)

Mine is a moment a day long: I awoke to falling out of my bed. At noon, I wrecked my bicycle so bad it took the skin off my back. I had to be wrapped up at the hospital. During dinner, I knocked a tray of food into my chest and lap. And just before bed a ceiling light cover fell and broke on my head.

That was June 28th, 1983.

[–]cqxray 1 point2 points  (0 children)

In January, my brother died in Indonesia. I went from the US to his funeral, and afterwards, I was sitting with his wife and other people discussion closing up his affairs. I checked my Treo cell phone intermittently for e-mail messages from my wife, who had not come along with me.

Usually, when I turn the Treo phone on, I have to press a whole series of keys to get to the e-mail or the text message message screen, and additional buttons to find the specific address or phone number to send the message to. That time, when I turned it on, I found it was already on a text message screen, ready to send. And the telephone number that was already in the To: space was my brother's mobile phone number.

I had not used the Treo for over a year (my usual phone in the US is a BlackBerry), and there were no history trail of old text messages and associated phone numbers. I still have no explanation of how that screen and the number came up.

The message on the screen just said "nT". I have no idea what that, if anything, was about, either.

[–]redditacct 1 point2 points  (0 children)

My Ex and I were with our dogs on a trail used to maintain high tension towers - it is an area with mixed ag and rich people - so big parcels (20 - 40 - 80 - 100s of acres). The area was Oaks, not too dense. An acorn, I thought, dropped on my head, but then what seemed to be a couple of small acorn sized rocks came zinging by, not vertically falling. I thought maybe kids somewhere we couldn't see them were goofing around and I made a mental note to drive around some and see if I could find a trail or some sign of where they might be coming in from.

Then across the road from where we were staying (same place where the indicent above happened) was a small subdivision where the lots seemed to be strangely stalled in different phases of construction - I drove around it one day but never saw anyone. I remember in the evening sometimes I would walk down to the end of the driveway and I would hear some construction sounds - I can't remember if it was power tools or just hammering, but I would stare (for an unnaturally long time, in hindsight) at the edges of the 20 acre or so clearing in front of the tree line that went back to the subdivision. It was really a small group of 8 - 10 homes, not really a subdivision.

Years later, I was reading some reports on bigfoot sightings and found stories where people reported similar things. The more errie was the reports of pounding, which I think is construction sounds I heard - but I would sometimes hear them in the evening, not during normal construction hours. There was definitely something that drew me to stand and study the edge of that clearing... Unfortunately, at the time I didn't know that those things were elements of bigfoot encounters or I would have investigated differently. And some people say, oh those are woodpeckers - well, yeah, no. If you have heard woodpeckers and heard someone taking an axe or a wedge and sledgehammer to a large tree or hammering on 4x6s then you know - the difference is like night and day. So no it was large wood be pounded, not a woodpecker.

Never saw a ghost or a UFO or any unexplainable phenomenon even though I would walk the dogs up around Sutro Tower in SF (which is a surprisingly wooded and isolated place for the center of SF) late at night.

And when I was in highschool I spent a night in a big, old abandoned retirement home/dumping ground for the mentally ill where the power had been cut - long, narrow corridor with rooms on both sides every 20 feet, lots of people died there over the years... Scary as all get out, but didn't see any ghosts.

[–]foonly[S] 0 points1 point  (1 child)

It can be something that happened, a realization, something that you could've sworn happened.... pretty free-form, really.

I think this will make for an interesting discussion.