Miscellaneous Ghost Photos & Videos

The Scottish lady on the river is a possible believable.

The most haunted place in our area is the American Civil Battlefield where 25,000 men died on December 31, 1862.

When the walking trail goes past the cannon display into the thick woods on the property, I think I can see faces of men in agony in the tree bark in the surrounding trees.

When you finally are able to get close to the tree, it just seems like normal bark.

It is same with the old headstones.

It seems faces of terrified men come out of the headstones, but up close it is just weathered marble.

This is all strange to me.
 
charliebrown said:
The Scottish lady on the river is a possible believable.

The most haunted place in our area is the American Civil Battlefield where 25,000 men died on December 31, 1862.

When the walking trail goes past the cannon display into the thick woods on the property, I think I can see faces of men in agony in the tree bark in the surrounding trees.

When you finally are able to get close to the tree, it just seems like normal bark.

It is same with the old headstones.

It seems faces of terrified men come out of the headstones, but up close it is just weathered marble.

This is all strange to me.
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ACW battlefields seem to attract experiences of ghostly combatants. There are some photos on ACW forums of ghostly figures, although a couple of videos I saw are hilarious fakes. What is quite haunting is photos of the dead on these battlefields and even contemporary comments suggested that some had been faked in the sense of corpses being moved to provide a better shot of the horror.
 
PeteS said:
ACW battlefields seem to attract experiences of ghostly combatants. There are some photos on ACW forums of ghostly figures, although a couple of videos I saw are hilarious fakes. What is quite haunting is photos of the dead on these battlefields and even contemporary comments suggested that some had been faked in the sense of corpses being moved to provide a better shot of the horror.
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My Dad ( the sensible one) was sitting quietly with my Mum in a minster or Cathedral - It was some time ago in the eighties.

Anyway.

My Mum (Who is the spook in our Fambily) turned to say something to him and could see on his face distress - utter distress. She Says to him, 'What's the matter Don'? He says, I've got to get out of here, Now!

So He does. After Mum caught up with Him outside, She said, 'what was all that about back there'?

So He tells our Mum, 'I was sitting there, and I could hear a commotion outside, horses galloping , and screaming the way they do when two stallions carry on at each other...then I hear them galloping into the church - right up to the Altar, Raised voices, shod hooves scraping and sliding on the flagstones, Bits jangling. Metal hitting metal - but I couldn't see a thing, and that's when you spoke to me.'

My Dad never spoke about it to us kids, and never mentioned it again to Mum.

As I said, I don't know where they were, but I'm sure places can get impregnated with very strong mental and emotional distress PeteS, and being aware of English History concerning the Churches, It sounds not out of place in a country like England.
 
Mungoman said:
My Dad ( the sensible one) was sitting quietly with my Mum in a minster or Cathedral - It was some time ago in the eighties.

Anyway.

My Mum (Who is the spook in our Fambily) turned to say something to him and could see on his face distress - utter distress. She Says to him, 'What's the matter Don'? He says, I've got to get out of here, Now!

So He does. After Mum caught up with Him outside, She said, 'what was all that about back there'?

So He tells our Mum, 'I was sitting there, and I could hear a commotion outside, horses galloping , and screaming the way they do when two stallions carry on at each other...then I hear them galloping into the church - right up to the Altar, Raised voices, shod hooves scraping and sliding on the flagstones, Bits jangling. Metal hitting metal - but I couldn't see a thing, and that's when you spoke to me.'

My Dad never spoke about it to us kids, and never mentioned it again to Mum.

As I said, I don't know where they were, but I'm sure places can get impregnated with very strong mental and emotional distress PeteS, and being aware of English History concerning the Churches, It sounds not out of place in a country like England.
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Wow - no wonder your Dad wanted to get out of there. Did anyone investigate the history of the place?
 
Mungoman said:
My Dad ( the sensible one) was sitting quietly with my Mum in a minster or Cathedral - It was some time ago in the eighties.

Anyway.

My Mum (Who is the spook in our Fambily) turned to say something to him and could see on his face distress - utter distress. She Says to him, 'What's the matter Don'? He says, I've got to get out of here, Now!

So He does. After Mum caught up with Him outside, She said, 'what was all that about back there'?

So He tells our Mum, 'I was sitting there, and I could hear a commotion outside, horses galloping , and screaming the way they do when two stallions carry on at each other...then I hear them galloping into the church - right up to the Altar, Raised voices, shod hooves scraping and sliding on the flagstones, Bits jangling. Metal hitting metal - but I couldn't see a thing, and that's when you spoke to me.'

My Dad never spoke about it to us kids, and never mentioned it again to Mum.

As I said, I don't know where they were, but I'm sure places can get impregnated with very strong mental and emotional distress PeteS, and being aware of English History concerning the Churches, It sounds not out of place in a country like England.
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Great post.

There are a lot of phantom horse sounds reported, I worked with a guy who experienced this:

"Have posted the following on the UK Paranormal Database. In the early-90s I worked at Passford House Hotel near Lymington in Hampshire and on the edge of the New Forest. This is a rural area and a back road called North Common Lane connected the hotel with the main Lymington - Sway road. We used this lane a lot at night as it its as the quickest way to the Wheel Inn, our nearest pub when we managed to get out of work before 11pm. The main part of the lane is pretty much straight, which is of relevance below

We had a long-serving porter called Ron who was in the 50s and made good use of the pub. One Winter's night in the late-80s he was walking alone to the pub at about 10pm. He became aware of the sound of a "fast" horse approaching along the road from behind him. This area is full of riding stables and he spun around expecting a horse and rider to be approaching but there was nothing other than the sound which, as it passed through him also manifested as a quite violent gust of wind. The sound then diminished as it moved ahead of him.

He told us it was a classic case of arriving at the pub "as white as a ghost" and to be honest he took a lot of stick for it over the years from the locals in the pub and us co-workers, however he always stuck by what happened and sadly died of cancer in 1994. I have fond memories of him and my time there and would love to know if anyone else has experienced this or if this area has any other hauntings (Passford House Hotel is reputed to have a 'grey lady' ghost)"

I can confidently say we hotel staff were the only people who ever walked this lane at night, it wasn't a dog walking lane and there were very few houses at either end, just a couple of cottages. Even then, we didn't do so that often as the pub wasn't that great and so if we could persuade someone to drive to Sway we would give it a miss. But Ron liked it and made the journey more frequently and his role as a porter allowed him to get away from work before 11pm on a more regular basis. Ergo, Ron experienced the phantom horse and not one of us..."

https://forums.forteana.org/index.p...hhikers-road-ghosts.1632/page-13#post-2203734
 
Mungoman said:
My Dad ( the sensible one) was sitting quietly with my Mum in a minster or Cathedral - It was some time ago in the eighties.

Anyway.

My Mum (Who is the spook in our Fambily) turned to say something to him and could see on his face distress - utter distress. She Says to him, 'What's the matter Don'? He says, I've got to get out of here, Now!

So He does. After Mum caught up with Him outside, She said, 'what was all that about back there'?

So He tells our Mum, 'I was sitting there, and I could hear a commotion outside, horses galloping , and screaming the way they do when two stallions carry on at each other...then I hear them galloping into the church - right up to the Altar, Raised voices, shod hooves scraping and sliding on the flagstones, Bits jangling. Metal hitting metal - but I couldn't see a thing, and that's when you spoke to me.'

My Dad never spoke about it to us kids, and never mentioned it again to Mum.

As I said, I don't know where they were, but I'm sure places can get impregnated with very strong mental and emotional distress PeteS, and being aware of English History concerning the Churches, It sounds not out of place in a country like England.
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When me and the Mrs visited the ruined WW2 town Oradour sur Glane, we found ourselves wandering down one of the abandoned streets. She suddenly said "I can hear a tank behind us!" .. I questioned whether it could just be the sounds of the modern cars on the modern road not far outside of Oradour but she swore these trucks were right next to us although I couldn't hear a thing.

Then she said "Ow!" and I instantly saw a small piece of masonry hit the floor which had presumably fallen off the building we were standing in front of called 'The Doctor's House' (in French obviously). It had bounced off her head.

I wouldn't normally take an object from a place like that but I reasoned it had just hit my Mrs so it was mine. When I got back to England, I gifted it to a friend who collects WW2 memorabilia.

edit: she's just corrected me and said it wasn't trucks she could hear but the sound of a tank coming up behind us.
 
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Who me said:
How are we doing with the buxom topless maids my missus won’t do it (shame) I’ve managed to find my long grubby Macintosh and binoculars
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I /think/ that so far we only have one volunteer for the buxom topless maid roles - me! :curt:

I don't think that, with the best will in the world, it's something I can double up on...
 
Frideswide said:
I /think/ that so far we only have one volunteer for the buxom topless maid roles - me! :curt:

I don't think that, with the best will in the world, it's something I can double up on...
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catseye said:
Sigh. Ok, ok, my moment has clearly come... I'll be the other buxom topless maid.
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Before you both can get the official Fortean Seal of Approval you are both required to post pictures....
 
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