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Anymore for anymore. It's become tradition on here..tis Walprgisnacht...

Woooh-ooo...ghoulish and Ghosties and long legged beasties...it's that time again...

Was reminded today, whilst listening to Danny Baker on BBC London, of an ouija session I took part in when I lived in a shared nurses house in Aldrington. A group of us sat giggling around the board whilst one of our housemates ( a midwife from Newcastle) who was very nervous sat and watched...

If it had all happened at the same time I agree but there were long enough gaps for it to creep up on you. My mum ended up giving the house back to the mortgage company and I moved out when I was 16

Oh...and my sighting was early evening in the autumn too.

The man we saw had thick mutton chop style whiskers and was doing the same f***ing thing with his head!

As Nibble has said there do seem to have been a lot af strange events connected with it. There used to be a blasted oak at the entrance to Clapham Village which looked very foreboding. Since the A27 widened I'm not sure it gets many visitors any more so seems to have pushed it off the radar.

Woods definitely hark back to an earlier more primitive time. The woods of Sussex are especially atmospheric because of the terrific damage caused by the great storm. STAMNER has a very long history stretching back to pre roman times. There are earthworks and Saracen stones dotted all over it...

Used to walk the dog up there. In the woods up behind STAMNER house the dog went totally mental and was inconsolable. My ex pointed out that there was a man on the path ahead of us...there was indeed a tall bloke standing in the gloom about 20 yards ahead of us. We tried to continue up the path...

There was an article about Clapham woods in "the unexplained" magazine in the eighties. It was describing how the vicar of Clapham disappeared in there and that several dogs had gone missing whilst on walks. I remember spending a night up there with my stepbrothers one summer. Nothing untoward...

I remember that when it was St. Francis Lunatic Asylum. (used to play cricket against the Nurses team...they had a lot of West Indian lads...very tough fixture) I remember standing outside the social club having a beer and listening to the poor sods in there banging on the windows and screaming...

OSRGull... The electrical disruption is (apparently) common in hauntings. Also the slightly OCD way that the cards were arranged is also often reported with coins and other items stacked very precisely. Hmmm.

Thats pretty lazy fella. Even if you are a skeptic then the rational thing to do is to accept that, just because you may never experienced something yourself, that others may have and that there may be a logical explanation for it. To assume that the reporter is lying or mental is poor thinking.

Thats what I mean. The bizarre thing is that all of these events (the bedclothes being a good example), are made more eerie because of the sheer banality. The instance you describe with someone seeing someone in an upstairs window happened fairly regularly in Birkenhead too. The painting...great...

The normal rational people who report these events might disagree with you there. In my experience the events, when they occur, are extremely bizarre and sometimes made even more freaky because they are so mundane. The clock thing, the resetting of the clocks in my old house in Birkenhead, was...

The Park View has/had a resident ghost. The landlord was a guy called Jim Liddle and he and his family had a whole series of mad events going on there. One night his Mrs. was unable to open the door to one of the bedrooms because something had pushed a heavy wardrobe accross the door from the...

Top freaking by your mate. I have a four year old that I will start in training tomorrow.

Ooh..good one. Odd looking back on all of this now. It was so damned weird but because you live there you almost don't want to acknowledge the high strangeness of it all. I was talking about this with my sister recently, she is still terrified of the memories. I also once worked in a place...

It falls to me to start our annual Ghost thread...nights drawing in...the candle flickers.. My personal favourites from previous years... The bloke who's brother bought a second hand jag and looked in the rear view to see an old bloke in a tan coat "slide across the back seat" nearly causing...