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You really don't.those and the ones that stand over your bed peering at you.
You really don't.those and the ones that stand over your bed peering at you.
Pretty crappy place to spend the afterlife.
Nice to think it was grandma popped back to see you.My grandmother died on my 8th birthday, in 1979. A few months later I went off to Brownie camp, which was in a house somewhere in East Anglia - possibly Norfolk. I was sleeping in an upstairs bedroom with, I don't know, 10 other girls, in bunk beds. One afternoon, whilst doing some outside activity, I needed a hankie; we weren't meant to go back in on our own at such times, but being me, I decided I would anyway, so I made my way inside and climbed the stairs as quietly as I could. I found my bag and the hankie, and turned to go back downstairs. And that's when I'm sure I say my grandma, standing between me and the door, smiling at me. She wasn't solid - it was a transparent figure, and I could see the luridly coloured dressing gown belonging to one of the other girls hanging from the top bunk, but I got the impression that this was Grandma. Certainly it got to me so much that I charged out of the room and clattered down the stairs without caring about how much noise I was making.
Nearly 40 years on, I'm still not quite sure whether I actually saw anything, or whether my over-active imagination made it all up, but I do remember being scared. Which is daft, really, when it was only my grandma.
The ghost thing is only very very lightly pencilled in on my "bah humbug" list partly due to my mother's experience. The bed peering thing is interesting to me because of two experiences, both whilst I was in bed and in semi sleep mode. The first late at night when I "saw" a figure size shadow walk past the bed, pause by my side and then walk on through the wall, despite there never having been a door there. The second on awaking during the early hours but relatively light outside, there appeared to be a number of figures standing round my bed,which very quickly disappeared.Always wanted to see one of them, those and the ones that stand over your bed peering at you.
Hope they do RaMWe always had my daughters dog at Xmas, she passed away some time back, I wounder if she will visit?
I do hope she does.
Your mum must have nerves of steel, the thought of something replying and then disappearing is quite frightening to meI too lived in a "Haunted house" aged 15 - 18 from 1979 - 82.
It was a part 18th Century nail makers cottage in Dodford Worcs extended in the 1930's into a Bungalow.
I woke one night to see an older Lady standing at the bottom of my bed looking me.
I bravely hid under the covers till morning. On telling my Mom of my "dream" next day she said "I've seen her too".
Turned out Mom had even spoken to the Lady when we first moved in, she came to the door, and thinking she was a neighbour, Mom said Hello, the (Ghost?) replied " I didn't know where I was for a bit, but I do now." and turning away disappeared.
I saw her again in broad daylight in the garden a couple of times. Not really scary or threatening at all, just there.
I also came home and opening the door saw a tall thin man in a black greatcoat and top hat (Think Jacob Reese Mogg!!!) standing behind Mom while she was ironing. He disappeared.
There was a large black Dog too, I saw that in the Hall, I opened the Kitchen door and as the light fell on it, it ran at me, and vanished. Totally silent. That was the worst thing to be honest, and really scared me.
Minor Polt stuff too, we had a statue of an African woman's head (hey it WAS the 70's) that left alone in a closed room overnight would turn 180 degrees to face the wall, also one of my books, a photo album, would vanish from where I always kept it, I would search everywhere, then a few days later it would be back in it's original place. I'm an only child, and I can't see my parents getting a kick out of moving it.
Seems a lot now I've written it, but this was all spread over three years, so months would go by with nothing.
Cheers
CW.
I remember the first episodes of Scooby Doo was exciting as a kid, but I understood fast the show was meant to show there's no real ghosts or monsters, just bad and criminal persons dressing up. The later movies changed that partly by showing real paranormal(real in the movie) creatures.Scooby Doo was lazily adopting the structure of servant-girl gothic tales from way-back. The best-known example in the UK came to be The Ghost Train but there were endless variations to be played on the formula. I have the feeling that half the British comedies of the war years featured a spy-ring operating under cover of white sheets. The Cat & the Canary was similarly recycled endlessly for US audiences. They were not so much stories as strings on which to thread your gags and business.
Smugglers, arms-dealers, drug-dealers, bank-robbers, cat-burglars, car-ringers, grave-robbers, gangsters, white-slavers, resistance-operatives, wreckers, legacy-snatchers, highwaymen and ghost-riders in the sky have always been the subjects of fantasy. Their real-word counterparts, where they exist, may use disguise and misdirection in pursuit of their nefarious ends but putting-about tales of hauntings would, as you suggest, create unwanted curiosity. :cskull:
Scooby Doo was lazily adopting the structure of servant-girl gothic tales from way-back. The best-known example in the UK came to be The Ghost Train but there were endless variations to be played on the formula. I have the feeling that half the British comedies of the war years featured a spy-ring operating under cover of white sheets. The Cat & the Canary was similarly recycled endlessly for US audiences. They were not so much stories as strings on which to thread your gags and business.
Smugglers, arms-dealers, drug-dealers, bank-robbers, cat-burglars, car-ringers, grave-robbers, gangsters, white-slavers, resistance-operatives, wreckers, legacy-snatchers, highwaymen and ghost-riders in the sky have always been the subjects of fantasy. Their real-word counterparts, where they exist, may use disguise and misdirection in pursuit of their nefarious ends but putting-about tales of hauntings would, as you suggest, create unwanted curiosity. :cskull:
Nelly was at least a reliable narrator as Lowood.I always assumed Scooby Doo was Nancy Drew/Hardy Boys stuff with the Shaggy and Scoob being a rip off of Abbott and Costello. A&C robbed Laurel and Hardy, etc.. so it goes back.
Really interesting post JW. So is Nelly Dean part of this servant girl gothic tale stable?
edit: James just googling - again, really great post - thank you.
He also photographed something which looks like orbs. Orbs are supposed to contain the souls of the dead. Some claims to have seen faces in closeups of the orbs.As promised. It was a little longer than a year looking at the picture dates. I hate how time goes so fast!
Always wanted to see one of them, those and the ones that stand over your bed peering at you.
Always wanted to see one of them, those and the ones that stand over your bed peering at you.
I always assume orbs are just speaks of dust, insects, whatever. But I know someone who stayed in a castle in Yorkshire - well frequently does as they're a living history person - and says they saw orbs with the naked eye, in broad daylight. (Technophobe and in full medieval kit, so no evidence, sadly).He also photographed something which looks like orbs. Orbs are supposed to contain the souls of the dead. Some claims to have seen faces in closeups of the orbs.