That must have strained the relationship between him and you kids.
THINGS THAT GO BUMP IN THE NITE
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The towel rail incident happened only the one time?
Zman
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Yes the the once for about 5 minutes.
Zman
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He wasn't much of a family man, my mother did all the hard Yaka of raising us.
That is freaky.
I did same raising my son. My mid level bank executive missus was a workaholic and sometimes didnt get home before 10..
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Well I'm not coming to your house for dinner!
I don't tend to hang around in the locker room for too long, I have another small locker in a corridor which I use to put my bag in, that's not as isolated as the locker room.
That's a long shift Richie. Is that why you took early retirement?
Zman
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Haha, it would be an expensive trip for you if you did come over for dinner considering you live half way around the world from me.Well I'm not coming to your house for dinner!
I don't tend to hang around in the locker room for too long, I have another small locker in a corridor which I use to put my bag in, that's not as isolated as the locker room.
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Even more expensive by cruise liner as I don't like flying!Haha, it would be an expensive trip for you if you did come over for dinner considering you half way around the world from me.
Grier
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I think so Craig and since my child's scare I've become less prone to such phenomenon, but I do know some who have that insight. I respect that. My mum, my daughter named the same, friends, .. have it. I don't much.
I'm generally a bit sceptic about lots if things, especially the crap conspiracy theorists bleat on about. Scammers, blatant lies, ...political Machiavellian lies... we live in a swamp or liars.
One old very smart chalkie pal I play Pool with had a very vivid unearthly experience in the old York hospital in WA, supposedly haunted, and swears to this day he saw blood on the staircase.
I became increasingly less sensitive to the "Spooky" things as I aged but do remember very well some recurring and poignant dreams I've had.
One often recurring one I understood, the other still bewilders me from ages 4 to 8.
Decades later I found this painting by accident with an image very similar to my confusing and often recurring childhood dream's ending; ~ ages 4 to 7.
A framed copy hangs above my fridge. Not about baseball ..,
For another example I had a very profound dream recently about that horror cat I adopted after a mate passed away. I was very sad about having to surrender her being a loving cat at times.
Anyway, I lately had a very, very vivid dream of her turning up in my home.
In the dream I felt she'd somehow escaped the cat haven she went to and had come home to me. She wanted to come home. I took her into my arms and welcomed her home.
Thinking about the meaning of that dream, I shed tears the next day thinking she'd been euthanased. She'd come home to say farewell? There was a good chance of it happening I thought. My sister said it was a sort of Guilt dream ! ? Freud might agree?
At age 17 myself and mates played with a Ouige board. I thought a joker mate was pushing the glass?
Later we tried another thing. The heaviest person in that group sat on a chair and four of us pushed down on his body and then with one finger each under his chair we lifted him up a over a metre like he was a feather. That was weird.
Did Saul have an Elpelitic fit on the road to Damascus? Maybe?
Yet, for all my doubts I am strong in my belief of God. The First Cause, the alpha and omega. I talk and pray to him most days. Mostly I talk.
That belief is born mostly by the logic of Aquinas, Davies, Spinoza, Buddism ... Hinduism, ... and many others .. and of course the teachings of Jesus.
Pope Leo XIV in Rome speaks well for God now in these troubled times.
Also my strict Irish Catholic background, head alter boy who studied Latin.
Sorry for digressing so.
Whatever, despite Religious dogma, there are many paths to God imho.
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Up early so able to catch Jessica so she has someone to post with.
I recall being told of this event in my distant past, late teens.
A mate of mine and his brother were walking home after dusk from somewhere or other when they saw a figure of a man lit clearly by the street lamps about 50 feet in front of them. As they approached closer, to their astonishment they saw that the figure was not so much walking but gliding. The two froze when the figure crossed the road and with a brief flash of lite disappeared into the wall of a derelict building. When my mate told me I did not believe him and accused him of being on the grog. He replied ''no way, we were stone cold sober''.
I recall being told of this event in my distant past, late teens.
A mate of mine and his brother were walking home after dusk from somewhere or other when they saw a figure of a man lit clearly by the street lamps about 50 feet in front of them. As they approached closer, to their astonishment they saw that the figure was not so much walking but gliding. The two froze when the figure crossed the road and with a brief flash of lite disappeared into the wall of a derelict building. When my mate told me I did not believe him and accused him of being on the grog. He replied ''no way, we were stone cold sober''.
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Dont see the 'unearthly' connection Terry. Not unusual for blood in a hospital.
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Thomas dont be an outsider, join the group. Then relate events you have read/heard about in Germany whose history goes back many centuries.
One of the reasons. Yeh on top of working a full day I took my boy to school early in the morning and put him to bed about 9.
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Weird indeed Terry. Many would call that a magic trick or illusion using hidden counter weights or a leverage device of some sort. But you actually took part in it, so certainly no illusion.
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A former colleague once told me that he saw a group of children dressed in Victorian clothing playing ringy roses, it was near Delamare Forest over in Cheshire, very late one evening. He swears it's true and as Cheshire is steeped in history and known to have witches then I believed him.
Grier
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That hospital had been closed for decades Craig. When my mate went back to show someone else, the blood had gone???
Hospitals are definitely haunted.
I remember visiting my mum in hospital a few years ago, we walked down a long quiet corridor, when the doors on a lift opened yet there was no one in the lift or waiting nearby for it.
My childhood friend had an older brother who died when he was 15. He was buried in his school uniform. He was the eldest. The youngest was another boy who was about 2 at the time. A few years later the youngest was playing in his bedroom alone, yet his mum heard him chatting. She heard this a few times so asked him one day who he was chatting to, and he said the boy in my room, his mum took it as her oldest son who had died.
And the same family, the mum was in her kitchen one evening and she heard the door handle turn on her front door. It was 10pm, the time her deceased son had to be home.
And the same family, the mum was in her kitchen one evening and she heard the door handle turn on her front door. It was 10pm, the time her deceased son had to be home.