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Hi evanspa. And thanks for sharing! It certainly sounds like the kind of experience which could fit into bracket of a plausible timeslip. And somewhat rare, in as much as a group of people appeared to be experiencing this?

Do you know how many people collectively experienced this (believed that they were seeing the same thing)?
In the post, I wrote '20-odd', but this is merely my recollection of conversations with my parents. I know this took place during a party, and I also know that these were not huge events so that number is probably right-ish.
 

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This is an odd one. Don't really know what to make of it, but putting it in the 'time slips' thread may be appropriate. In the 1960's my parents lived in Ghana, West Africa, for 3 years whilst my Dad worked on setting up the accountancy systems for the Akosombo dam. They were housed in a small settlement of large, stilted houses - raised to keep them above the jungle/brush that was native to that location (but which was kept clear). The houses all homed ex-pats (of various nationalities) so you can imagine they had quite a social life. Typically, most Saturday nights, someone would host a party. One of the times my parents were hosts something strange happened, which my parents told me about a handful of times over the years, in a very matter-of-fact way. Neither of them were in any way prone to exaggeration, or making things up, and the story never changed with each retelling. Due to the warmth, most parties would be held on the wide balcony that ran around the exterior of each house. From the balcony, most of the other houses in the settlement could be seen quite clearly - they were no more than around 100 yards apart. On this particular night, long after the sun had set, someone (not one of my parents) became quite alarmed and shouted for the others to look and pointed to the view from one of the corners of the balcony. Where there should have been a few other stilted houses there was only high jungle/brush and a large fire was visible around 100-200 yards distant. Around the fire was reportedly a group of Africans dancing in what looked like tribal clothing. My parents reported that everyone present (20-odd people?) rushed to that side of the balcony and saw this, for a period of perhaps 30-40 seconds. As one of the guests (I think I recall it was a Dutch man) walked down the exterior steps to head towards the scene, it 'faded' and the usual view became visible once more. They said there was no sense of a mist, the view returned to normal over a second or so. This apparition apparently caused much confusion and concern amongst the group, and they spent some time that evening talking about what it may have been. Strangely, my parents always said that it was only ever mentioned once or twice by anyone in the months / years after that, as if the event had become taboo. Both my parents are now dead so I can't question them about the event (convenient, hey). I have often thought about this strangeness over the years but only now do I find myself writing it down as it seems too bizarre to be believed. I should reiterate - my Dad was an accountant, pretty conservative and straight laced and my Mum was never one to tell any tall tales. They did talk about this to my brothers and I a few times when we were all together and there was never any sense of a shared confabulation going on. It was always at our request and there was always a sense of "oh, if we have to". There were a couple of other strange events associated with that hose, but I'll leave it there for now. Thoughts - time slip? Shared hallucination? Totally made up?
This sounds to me like a very convincing time slip, presumably to the past. I imagine that nobody thought to question the locals about whether they once had tribal gatherings at the location where the fire was seen. Impressive number of witnesses! I have found that other puzzling events happen in areas where time slips are reported, so the other events associated with the house that you mention might well be relevant.
Also interesting that after that first night nobody wanted to discuss the experience!
 

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In the post, I wrote '20-odd', but this is merely my recollection of conversations with my parents. I know this took place during a party, and I also know that these were not huge events so that number is probably right-ish.

Great. I think that it's a lot more difficult to write-off a large group of people seeing something unusual as some kind of group hallucination. Everybody's brain chemistry is different, and if some unseen substance were causing a group to hallucinate the likelihood of everybody seeing the same thing is not high. And while you cannot 100% rule out one person saying 'look over there! I'm seeing <X, Y or Z>' and others backing them up purely because they are caught up in the moment, I would be reluctant to jump directly to such a conclusion.

I find it interesting that you mention this being a story that you had heard relayed a number of times. I think most of us have some kind of story from their past which our Parents repeat over the years. But that the details didn't change (claims inflating, or points exaggerated for the effect of telling a well-honed story) is promising.

We've spoken before in this thread of familiar traits of a timeslip experience. More commonly people talk of walking into a timeslip and noticing the conditions around them change as they do. This doesn't appear to be the case with your example above. In fact arguably the experience ended hen the Dutch gentleman tried to walk out towards it. I think this has more in common with the Norfolk based story of the Furious Coachman in which those who experienced the event found that rather than walking into a timeslip, it passed over them.

Can you recall your parents ever having mentioned any other sensations leading up to or during the experience? Feelings? Sounds? Smells?
 

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This sounds to me like a very convincing time slip, presumably to the past. I imagine that nobody thought to question the locals about whether they once had tribal gatherings at the location where the fire was seen. Impressive number of witnesses! I have found that other puzzling events happen in areas where time slips are reported, so the other events associated with the house that you mention might well be relevant.
Also interesting that after that first night nobody wanted to discuss the experience!
Carl - I don't know whether anyone spoke to locals about the event, or even whether these conversations would have been possible there and then. The other (similar-ish) event was that my Dad was having a solitary late-night smoke on the balcony (well before the incident relayed above) and he saw a Sikh gentleman (evidenced by a turban) on the balcony, looking quite distressed. My Dad called out and the gentleman just vanished, which was obviously shocking. Dad claimed that the image was 100% solid, moving and that it disappeared in an instant (i.e. not around a corner or anything like). My Dad subsequently mentioned it to one of his ex-pat neighbours and was told that one of the previous occupants of the property had been a Sikh gentleman who had taken his own life. I don't know whether that happened at the property or elsewhere. The third event is not related to these two in any way.
 

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Great. I think that it's a lot more difficult to write-off a large group of people seeing something unusual as some kind of group hallucination. Everybody's brain chemistry is different, and if some unseen substance were causing a group to hallucinate the likelihood of everybody seeing the same thing is not high. And while you cannot 100% rule out one person saying 'look over there! I'm seeing <X, Y or Z>' and others backing them up purely because they are caught up in the moment, I would be reluctant to jump directly to such a conclusion.

I find it interesting that you mention this being a story that you had heard relayed a number of times. I think most of us have some kind of story from their past which our Parents repeat over the years. But that the details didn't change (claims inflating, or points exaggerated for the effect of telling a well-honed story) is promising.

We've spoken before in this thread of familiar traits of a timeslip experience. More commonly people talk of walking into a timeslip and noticing the conditions around them change as they do. This doesn't appear to be the case with your example above. In fact arguably the experience ended hen the Dutch gentleman tried to walk out towards it. I think this has more in common with the Norfolk based story of the Furious Coachman in which those who experienced the event found that rather than walking into a timeslip, it passed over them.

Can you recall your parents ever having mentioned any other sensations leading up to or during the experience? Feelings? Sounds? Smells?
I don't believe they did. It was always a very matter-of-fact conversation about it and, not having delved into the Fortean at that stage / age, I didn't really think to ask sensible questions like that! They just always described the whole event as 'weird' and just sort of wrote it off as 'one of those things'. They certainly did not dismiss it as a hallucination or attempt to explain it rationally - I guess some things are too far beyond that.
 

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Carl - I don't know whether anyone spoke to locals about the event, or even whether these conversations would have been possible there and then. The other (similar-ish) event was that my Dad was having a solitary late-night smoke on the balcony (well before the incident relayed above) and he saw a Sikh gentleman (evidenced by a turban) on the balcony, looking quite distressed. My Dad called out and the gentleman just vanished, which was obviously shocking. Dad claimed that the image was 100% solid, moving and that it disappeared in an instant (i.e. not around a corner or anything like). My Dad subsequently mentioned it to one of his ex-pat neighbours and was told that one of the previous occupants of the property had been a Sikh gentleman who had taken his own life. I don't know whether that happened at the property or elsewhere. The third event is not related to these two in any way.
Thanks for the extra info. The sighting of the Sikh gentleman could also, of course, have been a time slip (I think some, but not all, ghost sightings can be explained that way). "Primitive" people usually perform their ritual dances in areas of high energy, so that could be a factor.
 

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Carl - I don't know whether anyone spoke to locals about the event, or even whether these conversations would have been possible there and then. The other (similar-ish) event was that my Dad was having a solitary late-night smoke on the balcony (well before the incident relayed above) and he saw a Sikh gentleman (evidenced by a turban) on the balcony, looking quite distressed. My Dad called out and the gentleman just vanished, which was obviously shocking. Dad claimed that the image was 100% solid, moving and that it disappeared in an instant (i.e. not around a corner or anything like). My Dad subsequently mentioned it to one of his ex-pat neighbours and was told that one of the previous occupants of the property had been a Sikh gentleman who had taken his own life. I don't know whether that happened at the property or elsewhere. The third event is not related to these two in any way.

Interesting. Two strange events in experience from the same location. These kind of things fascinate me. It would be interesting to find out if any previous or later occupants of the property had experienced similar things.
 

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Interesting. Two strange events in experience from the same location. These kind of things fascinate me. It would be interesting to find out if any previous or later occupants of the property had experienced similar things.
The older I get the more these things tickle my brain also. Unfortunately, time, distance and death prevent further enquiry.
 

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I rather prefer the parallel dimensions theory, things seem to be similar but with slight differences, a bit like much of the past life regression tapes, think of the Bridey Murphy case, it sounded so compelling but there were small differences
 

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I rather prefer the parallel dimensions theory, things seem to be similar but with slight differences, a bit like much of the past life regression tapes, think of the Bridey Murphy case, it sounded so compelling but there were small differences
Maybe that’s why some regression seem to be wrong. They were in a slightly different universe.

And maybe that’s why some people have different memories of things.
 

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I know that Berry Pomeroy castle has figured in several ghost-related threads here over the years, but I couldn't find any reference to this classic time-slip account that was reported to have occurred in its vicinity, as related by a Miss E Beveridge.
The month of the experience is quoted as May, but I could not find any reference to year, which clearly diminishes the validity of the account. Still, I found it an interesting enough tale and thought it was worth adding to this thread. The South Devon website it was posted on was last edited in May 2019.

"A South African friend was staying with me, and going out late one afternoon we turned down a lane… leading to the Castle Mill of which I knew nothing. Half a mile or so along this lane my friend’s easy flow of chatter died away and an uncomfortable silence ensued which I found impossible to break.
We had both simultaneously become aware of something strange and oddly disquieting in the atmosphere; then I was struck by something unusual in our immediate surroundings which I could not at first identify. I puzzled over it for a moment before I realised that the fowls scratching in a sloping field beside the track were of a breed I had never before encountered, scraggy, long-necked creatures, and in lieu of ordinary chicken houses were rough shelters of turves and branches, while certain domes of plaited straw like old fashioned bee-skeps apparently housed a few broody hens sitting on their eggs.
It was perfect afternoon in May, no breath of air stirred, sunlight lay warm and golden (but) there was something very eerie in the atmosphere. The silence was profound, uncannily so, for the environs of a mill even so remote and small as this.
Suddenly we rounded a corner and found ourselves in a tiny farmyard, the house to one side, some ramshackle sheds on the other side and before us a swiftly flowing stream.
The house was small, low and incredibly shabby, with small, deep set windows overhanging with ragged thatch. The only living creature… was a little girl of eleven or twelve who was sitting on the low wall which partly enclosed the yard next to the pool or stream. I never saw such a little savage – dirty and unkempt, with swarthy skin and coarse black hair which looked as if it had never known a brush or comb, and smouldering black eyes which were fixed on us in an unwinking stare of such intense malignity that we felt ourselves more than ever intruders where we had no right to be. Her dress looked like nothing on earth but a filthy sack with holes but in it for head and arms, and a piece of rope loosely tied about her waist. She was sitting hunched with chin on hands and elbows on knees, bare legs drawn up so that the soles of her feet were pressed vertically against the wall. Without moving a muscle she crouched there, glaring at us in a deadly silence that could be felt.
Feeling uneasy, the ladies reversed their car and fled. A fortnight later Miss Beveridge visited the Mill again, “The strange fowls and the rude shelter had vanished, and in their place were wooden henhouses of the usual type.
When the mill house came in sight, I noticed at once that it had been completely rethatched. The roof appeared much higher too, to provide a second story… the windows seemed larger, the leaded panes winking in the evening light where before had been dark gaping holes… innocent of glass. A new wing had been added… there was no dark, malevolent little damsel crouching on the wall and the atmosphere was perfectly normal and serene…”

https://wearesouthdevon.com/berry-pomeroy-timeslip-ghost/
 

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I know that Berry Pomeroy castle has figured in several ghost-related threads here over the years, but I couldn't find any reference to this classic time-slip account that was reported to have occurred in its vicinity, as related by a Miss E Beveridge.
The month of the experience is quoted as May, but I could not find any reference to year, which clearly diminishes the validity of the account. Still, I found it an interesting enough tale and thought it was worth adding to this thread. The South Devon website it was posted on was last edited in May 2019.

"A South African friend was staying with me, and going out late one afternoon we turned down a lane… leading to the Castle Mill of which I knew nothing. Half a mile or so along this lane my friend’s easy flow of chatter died away and an uncomfortable silence ensued which I found impossible to break.
We had both simultaneously become aware of something strange and oddly disquieting in the atmosphere; then I was struck by something unusual in our immediate surroundings which I could not at first identify. I puzzled over it for a moment before I realised that the fowls scratching in a sloping field beside the track were of a breed I had never before encountered, scraggy, long-necked creatures, and in lieu of ordinary chicken houses were rough shelters of turves and branches, while certain domes of plaited straw like old fashioned bee-skeps apparently housed a few broody hens sitting on their eggs.
It was perfect afternoon in May, no breath of air stirred, sunlight lay warm and golden (but) there was something very eerie in the atmosphere. The silence was profound, uncannily so, for the environs of a mill even so remote and small as this.
Suddenly we rounded a corner and found ourselves in a tiny farmyard, the house to one side, some ramshackle sheds on the other side and before us a swiftly flowing stream.
The house was small, low and incredibly shabby, with small, deep set windows overhanging with ragged thatch. The only living creature… was a little girl of eleven or twelve who was sitting on the low wall which partly enclosed the yard next to the pool or stream. I never saw such a little savage – dirty and unkempt, with swarthy skin and coarse black hair which looked as if it had never known a brush or comb, and smouldering black eyes which were fixed on us in an unwinking stare of such intense malignity that we felt ourselves more than ever intruders where we had no right to be. Her dress looked like nothing on earth but a filthy sack with holes but in it for head and arms, and a piece of rope loosely tied about her waist. She was sitting hunched with chin on hands and elbows on knees, bare legs drawn up so that the soles of her feet were pressed vertically against the wall. Without moving a muscle she crouched there, glaring at us in a deadly silence that could be felt.
Feeling uneasy, the ladies reversed their car and fled. A fortnight later Miss Beveridge visited the Mill again, “The strange fowls and the rude shelter had vanished, and in their place were wooden henhouses of the usual type.
When the mill house came in sight, I noticed at once that it had been completely rethatched. The roof appeared much higher too, to provide a second story… the windows seemed larger, the leaded panes winking in the evening light where before had been dark gaping holes… innocent of glass. A new wing had been added… there was no dark, malevolent little damsel crouching on the wall and the atmosphere was perfectly normal and serene…”

https://wearesouthdevon.com/berry-pomeroy-timeslip-ghost/
Great find. From the style I would guess early 20th C. Odd that many of the cases from those days emphasize "uncanny feelings," which aren't reported very often with more recent time slips.
 

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Interesting.

One of my first ever posts on this forum, was about a time slip that Mrs DT & I experienced in the spring of 2005. This also happened in south Devon.
 

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Great. I think that it's a lot more difficult to write-off a large group of people seeing something unusual as some kind of group hallucination. Everybody's brain chemistry is different, and if some unseen substance were causing a group to hallucinate the likelihood of everybody seeing the same thing is not high. And while you cannot 100% rule out one person saying 'look over there! I'm seeing <X, Y or Z>' and others backing them up purely because they are caught up in the moment, I would be reluctant to jump directly to such a conclusion.

I find it interesting that you mention this being a story that you had heard relayed a number of times. I think most of us have some kind of story from their past which our Parents repeat over the years. But that the details didn't change (claims inflating, or points exaggerated for the effect of telling a well-honed story) is promising.

We've spoken before in this thread of familiar traits of a timeslip experience. More commonly people talk of walking into a timeslip and noticing the conditions around them change as they do. This doesn't appear to be the case with your example above. In fact arguably the experience ended hen the Dutch gentleman tried to walk out towards it. I think this has more in common with the Norfolk based story of the Furious Coachman in which those who experienced the event found that rather than walking into a timeslip, it passed over them.

Can you recall your parents ever having mentioned any other sensations leading up to or during the experience? Feelings? Sounds? Smells?
I had the same feeling as the people who saw the Furious Coachman but along with the silence, different atmosphere ( mine was depressed) and no people, cars, birds sounds around but me and my friend never witnessed a Time Slip sadly but instead saw a Orange Ball in the sky which after 10 seconds to a minute just shot off upwards and disappeared ?
 

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I know that Berry Pomeroy castle has figured in several ghost-related threads here over the years, but I couldn't find any reference to this classic time-slip account that was reported to have occurred in its vicinity, as related by a Miss E Beveridge.
The month of the experience is quoted as May, but I could not find any reference to year, which clearly diminishes the validity of the account. Still, I found it an interesting enough tale and thought it was worth adding to this thread. The South Devon website it was posted on was last edited in May 2019.

"A South African friend was staying with me, and going out late one afternoon we turned down a lane… leading to the Castle Mill of which I knew nothing. Half a mile or so along this lane my friend’s easy flow of chatter died away and an uncomfortable silence ensued which I found impossible to break.
We had both simultaneously become aware of something strange and oddly disquieting in the atmosphere; then I was struck by something unusual in our immediate surroundings which I could not at first identify. I puzzled over it for a moment before I realised that the fowls scratching in a sloping field beside the track were of a breed I had never before encountered, scraggy, long-necked creatures, and in lieu of ordinary chicken houses were rough shelters of turves and branches, while certain domes of plaited straw like old fashioned bee-skeps apparently housed a few broody hens sitting on their eggs.
It was perfect afternoon in May, no breath of air stirred, sunlight lay warm and golden (but) there was something very eerie in the atmosphere. The silence was profound, uncannily so, for the environs of a mill even so remote and small as this.
Suddenly we rounded a corner and found ourselves in a tiny farmyard, the house to one side, some ramshackle sheds on the other side and before us a swiftly flowing stream.
The house was small, low and incredibly shabby, with small, deep set windows overhanging with ragged thatch. The only living creature… was a little girl of eleven or twelve who was sitting on the low wall which partly enclosed the yard next to the pool or stream. I never saw such a little savage – dirty and unkempt, with swarthy skin and coarse black hair which looked as if it had never known a brush or comb, and smouldering black eyes which were fixed on us in an unwinking stare of such intense malignity that we felt ourselves more than ever intruders where we had no right to be. Her dress looked like nothing on earth but a filthy sack with holes but in it for head and arms, and a piece of rope loosely tied about her waist. She was sitting hunched with chin on hands and elbows on knees, bare legs drawn up so that the soles of her feet were pressed vertically against the wall. Without moving a muscle she crouched there, glaring at us in a deadly silence that could be felt.
Feeling uneasy, the ladies reversed their car and fled. A fortnight later Miss Beveridge visited the Mill again, “The strange fowls and the rude shelter had vanished, and in their place were wooden henhouses of the usual type.
When the mill house came in sight, I noticed at once that it had been completely rethatched. The roof appeared much higher too, to provide a second story… the windows seemed larger, the leaded panes winking in the evening light where before had been dark gaping holes… innocent of glass. A new wing had been added… there was no dark, malevolent little damsel crouching on the wall and the atmosphere was perfectly normal and serene…”

https://wearesouthdevon.com/berry-pomeroy-timeslip-ghost/
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Statutory Address:CASTLE MILL AND ADJOINING MILLER'S HOUSE
The building or site itself may lie within the boundary of more than one authority.

County Devon

District: South Hams (District Authority) Parish: Berry Pomeroy
National Grid Reference: SX 83698 62317

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SX 86 SW BERRY POMEROY

5/2 Castle Mill and adjoining Miller's House -

- II

Disused water mill and adjoining miller's house. The mill is circa C18 or earlier. Stone rubble, partly rendered. Corrugated asbestos sheet roof with gabled ends. Situated on sloping ground, two and three storeys. Some hollow- chamfered stone windows with hoodmoulds probably reused from Berry Pomeroy Castle q.v. On the north side a three-light hollow-chamfered window with hoodmould with fleuron stops. At the lower end of the mill a wide segmental arched doorway. Lower two-storey wing at right angles to south-west, is a three-window range with slate roof. C18 fixed-light windows with glazing bars and wooden lintels. Truncated projecting chimney stack at rear (north) of this wing. Interior: at the higher end of the old north range a chamfered ceiling beam and chamfered joists. C19 house adjoining north may incorporate some earlier material. None of the machinery survives.

Reference: NMR photograph taken c.1865, reference No BB82/12121.

Listing NGR: SX8369862317



(Ignore arrow in upper left).

https://historicengland.org.uk/listing/the-list/list-entry/1108573

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I know that Berry Pomeroy castle has figured in several ghost-related threads here over the years, but I couldn't find any reference to this classic time-slip account that was reported to have occurred in its vicinity, as related by a Miss E Beveridge.
The month of the experience is quoted as May, but I could not find any reference to year, which clearly diminishes the validity of the account. Still, I found it an interesting enough tale and thought it was worth adding to this thread. The South Devon website it was posted on was last edited in May 2019.

"A South African friend was staying with me, and going out late one afternoon we turned down a lane… leading to the Castle Mill of which I knew nothing. Half a mile or so along this lane my friend’s easy flow of chatter died away and an uncomfortable silence ensued which I found impossible to break.
We had both simultaneously become aware of something strange and oddly disquieting in the atmosphere; then I was struck by something unusual in our immediate surroundings which I could not at first identify. I puzzled over it for a moment before I realised that the fowls scratching in a sloping field beside the track were of a breed I had never before encountered, scraggy, long-necked creatures, and in lieu of ordinary chicken houses were rough shelters of turves and branches, while certain domes of plaited straw like old fashioned bee-skeps apparently housed a few broody hens sitting on their eggs.
It was perfect afternoon in May, no breath of air stirred, sunlight lay warm and golden (but) there was something very eerie in the atmosphere. The silence was profound, uncannily so, for the environs of a mill even so remote and small as this.
Suddenly we rounded a corner and found ourselves in a tiny farmyard, the house to one side, some ramshackle sheds on the other side and before us a swiftly flowing stream.
The house was small, low and incredibly shabby, with small, deep set windows overhanging with ragged thatch. The only living creature… was a little girl of eleven or twelve who was sitting on the low wall which partly enclosed the yard next to the pool or stream. I never saw such a little savage – dirty and unkempt, with swarthy skin and coarse black hair which looked as if it had never known a brush or comb, and smouldering black eyes which were fixed on us in an unwinking stare of such intense malignity that we felt ourselves more than ever intruders where we had no right to be. Her dress looked like nothing on earth but a filthy sack with holes but in it for head and arms, and a piece of rope loosely tied about her waist. She was sitting hunched with chin on hands and elbows on knees, bare legs drawn up so that the soles of her feet were pressed vertically against the wall. Without moving a muscle she crouched there, glaring at us in a deadly silence that could be felt.
Feeling uneasy, the ladies reversed their car and fled. A fortnight later Miss Beveridge visited the Mill again, “The strange fowls and the rude shelter had vanished, and in their place were wooden henhouses of the usual type.
When the mill house came in sight, I noticed at once that it had been completely rethatched. The roof appeared much higher too, to provide a second story… the windows seemed larger, the leaded panes winking in the evening light where before had been dark gaping holes… innocent of glass. A new wing had been added… there was no dark, malevolent little damsel crouching on the wall and the atmosphere was perfectly normal and serene…”

https://wearesouthdevon.com/berry-pomeroy-timeslip-ghost/
I've done a wee bit of research, and it seems that the observer and her pal turned off the road from Afton Bridge onto a minor road that comes to a dead-end at Castle Mill Farm:



Possible route in red. I have checked this on Google Earth, and it seems to be about 850 yards long. This accords nicely with her estimate of "half a mile".

The farm and setting today:



There is a small stream running roughly parallel to the lane, about halfway up this view. Ignore the "pointy finger" icon.


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I've done a wee bit of research, and it seems that the observer and her pal turned off the road from Afton Bridge onto a minor road that comes to a dead-end at Castle Mill Farm:



Possible route in red. I have checked this on Google Earth, and it seems to be about 850 yards long. This accords nicely with her estimate of "half a mile".

The farm and setting today:



There is a small stream running roughly parallel to the lane, about halfway up this view. Ignore the "pointy finger" icon.


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Excellent research Max!
 

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Great find. From the style I would guess early 20th C. Odd that many of the cases from those days emphasize "uncanny feelings," which aren't reported very often with more recent time slips.
My own pathetic possible time slip (see through cat on B1222) husband and I both saw it and I will have posted it here - zero sense of foreboding despite it being late and heavy fog.

In fact, I think we were laughing and joking and being idiots as it happened just fell silent, in disbelief. No feeling of impending doom and of course we are used to the fogs etc at these low altitudes as I grew up near here, it’s the most familiar thing to me plus I’ve driven and been driven on this stretch of road my entire life. Not a place we feel doomladen.
 

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My own pathetic possible time slip (see through cat on B1222) husband and I both saw it and I will have posted it here - zero sense of foreboding despite it being late and heavy fog.

In fact, I think we were laughing and joking and being idiots as it happened just fell silent, in disbelief. No feeling of impending doom and of course we are used to the fogs etc at these low altitudes as I grew up near here, it’s the most familiar thing to me plus I’ve driven and been driven on this stretch of road my entire life. Not a place we feel doomladen.
What happened ?
 

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It is a fascinating topic this, the theory I can believe is that occasionally we interact with other dimensions perhaps many times without even realising it, many ghosts seem to be just going about their business.

I guess the acid test for the time travel or loop theory is to find an account from someone from the past who saw someone from the the future strange modern clothes that sort of thing. I have read (I forget where) of people who seem to slip into the future levitating trains and people looking out the window aghast
 

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It is a fascinating topic this, the theory I can believe is that occasionally we interact with other dimensions perhaps many times without even realising it, many ghosts seem to be just going about their business.

I guess the acid test for the time travel or loop theory is to find an account from someone from the past who saw someone from the the future strange modern clothes that sort of thing. I have read (I forget where) of people who seem to slip into the future levitating trains and people looking out the window aghast
There are a few cases that pass this test, I recall one of Jenny Randles' where a young girl in around 1920 saw a group of people wearing weird clothing, and then decades later realised that they had been in the fashion of the 1960s.
 

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I wonder if the power of prayer would give us a Time Slip as I love to experienced one but as Robbrent mentioned we might have had one but not realised.
 

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Kind of lost me with the Zaneti train story, obviously a fake story for many different reasons, so could not continue
Unfortunately, there doesn't appear to be any credible citations for the train story and the Pan Am Flight 914 account is taken from a short work of fiction published in the (now defunct) Weekly World News tabloid in 1985.
 
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