Preparedness for when

DawnW

GreyQueen wrote: »

Guess I must have a tin-ear for the spirit world, then. :rotfl:

Me too GQ - I used to teach evening classes in a college based in a big old house which was reputed to be haunted, especially the top floor which had been the servants quarters, and where I taught my class. I used to tidy up late at night after the students had gone and never saw or felt anything. Students rudely suggested at one point that my cell lectures (I used to teach biology) probably bored the ghosts back to wherever they hung out when they weren't busy haunting :rotfl:

GreyQueen

Lol, I was actually quite offended that the supernatural didn't manifest itself in my presence as I'm a sensitive soul in many respects.

Got fireworks going off outside and am jumping out of my skin. The city centre had a fair few people wandering around in costume this afternoon....either that or we've been invaded by a tribe of magenta-haired-with-horns mini-skiirted zombie strumpets.*

There was some screaming and smashing glass earlier. That was the neighbours rowing and a drinking glass. I am a connnn (can't spellit) of the different sounds of breaking glass; drinking glass/ double-glazing, the safety glass panels in the doors, they all have their distinct sounds.

And the sirens are wailing across the night. I'm having sneezing fits - can you get the sneezes from firework fumes, does anyone know? Either that or I'm going down with the mange again.

* Do not cut-and-paste that into a search engine btw, there is almost certainly something norty out there in the interwebs along those very lines.

Bathory

Hardly any trick or treat activity tonight, the street lights went out for around a couple of hours so that might have put some off. I have just helped a huge, huge spider out of the bath and back outside although when Matilda (one of my cats) clocked it she panicked and legged it out of the bathroom like she was petrified. :eek: Going to watch Fright Night later on -one of my fave films (the original from 1985). Chris Sarandon as a vampire rocks!

jk0

I was quite pleased to see the neighbours' children trick or treating tonight. I've lost count of the number of times my bell has gone for nothing. However that 's usually at 5 in the morning. My neighbours tell me this house use to be a dental surgery back in the 70's. Can you die in a dentist's chair?

FTA: I bet you wouldn't notice spooks making a noise in your block GQ. You'd just assume it was your neighbours.

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Bathory wrote: »

Hardly any trick or treat activity tonight

Absolutely none here.

jk0 wrote: »

Can you die in a dentist's chair?

It's not unheard of.

thriftwizard

I have a spooky tale to tell, although I'm a bit late with it! Put it this way - no-one knocked at our door last night, this house is FAR too scary, as one child put it years ago. It's built on the site of an ancient monastery, and is sideways on to the road, presenting a big, blank brick wall overgrown with greenery to public view, complete with jackdaws chuckling sinisterly on the 3 sets of tall chimney pots.

Anyway, when we first moved in, I sometimes used to catch sight of a tall figure robed in black whisking away around corners, just out of the corner of my eye. I never felt scared of it, though; I've always been able to "see" a little bit more than most (despite having been brought up in a vicarage - you soon learn just not to mention things) & I never felt any sense of fear or sadness from this one, but it was a little - well, uncanny. But I was 7 weeks away from having twins, and already had two small boys, so didn't have much time or energy left over to fret about it. And after a while, it just seemed to fade away & didn't bother us any more.

Then, a couple of years ago, I was standing in the kitchen, where I most often saw it, washing up, and there was a sudden cold draught on my back. The curtains shook, and out of the corner of my eye I saw a tall figure, hooded & robed in black, shimmy between them, who then proceeded to creep silently across the kitchen, on his way to scare the bejasus out of his sisters in the hallway... DS3, wrapped in his favourite black hooded cuddle-blanket!

How weird is that? It was exactly what I saw, 20 years ago, before he was even born! No wonder I felt no threat; DS3 wouldn't harm a fly, he'd be far too busy wondering what exact species it is & how it came to be there.

Truly, there are more things in Heaven & Earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy...

moneyistooshorttomention

:rotfl::rotfl:at Thriftwizard's son being so anxious to get here (ie on Planet Earth) that there was a timeslip. That's what that sounds like to me personally. I've read of people spotting their future children before they even got conceived (sort of "Oh yes....that little blonde girl I see over there is the child I'll have in 5 years time).

Goes off to puzzle myself as to why anyone would be so anxious to be on Planet Earth:rotfl:No accounting for taste..:rotfl::think:

I've had one day in my life before now, where I recognised everything as it came along as being part of That Day and I knew what was coming next was very much my feeling. Actually, it was the day of The Big anti-Iraq war march in London. It felt really weird, rather like being in a play I had already rehearsed carefully.

I've had a lot of that sort of feeling all round since moving to Wales..starting with recognising a couple of phrases in the conversation with vendor when I came viewing and various reprise "I know how this play goes" feelings at intervals since.

jk0

moneyistooshorttomention wrote: »

:rotfl::rotfl:at Thriftwizard's son being so anxious to get here (ie on Planet Earth) that there was a timeslip. That's what that sounds like to me personally. I've read of people spotting their future children before they even got conceived (sort of "Oh yes....that little blonde girl I see over there is the child I'll have in 5 years time).

Goes off to puzzle myself as to why anyone would be so anxious to be on Planet Earth:rotfl:No accounting for taste..:rotfl::think:

I've had one day in my life before now, where I recognised everything as it came along as being part of That Day and I knew what was coming next was very much my feeling. Actually, it was the day of The Big anti-Iraq war march in London. It felt really weird, rather like being in a play I had already rehearsed carefully.

I've had a lot of that sort of feeling all round since moving to Wales..starting with recognising a couple of phrases in the conversation with vendor when I came viewing and various reprise "I know how this play goes" feelings at intervals since.

I have a theory that memory works forwards as well as backwards. Usually only a day or two, to keep us out of trouble. This explains how people managed to avoid sailing on the Titanic, or flying on the 9/11 planes.

Have you seen the Streisand film 'On a Clear Day You Can See Forever'? This took this theory to much greater lengths, and was based around past life regression. It turned out to be possible to see future lives as well as past ones.

ivyleaf

thriftwizard wrote: »

I have a spooky tale to tell, although I'm a bit late with it! Put it this way - no-one knocked at our door last night, this house is FAR too scary, as one child put it years ago. It's built on the site of an ancient monastery, and is sideways on to the road, presenting a big, blank brick wall overgrown with greenery to public view, complete with jackdaws chuckling sinisterly on the 3 sets of tall chimney pots.

Anyway, when we first moved in, I sometimes used to catch sight of a tall figure robed in black whisking away around corners, just out of the corner of my eye. I never felt scared of it, though; I've always been able to "see" a little bit more than most (despite having been brought up in a vicarage - you soon learn just not to mention things) & I never felt any sense of fear or sadness from this one, but it was a little - well, uncanny. But I was 7 weeks away from having twins, and already had two small boys, so didn't have much time or energy left over to fret about it. And after a while, it just seemed to fade away & didn't bother us any more.

Then, a couple of years ago, I was standing in the kitchen, where I most often saw it, washing up, and there was a sudden cold draught on my back. The curtains shook, and out of the corner of my eye I saw a tall figure, hooded & robed in black, shimmy between them, who then proceeded to creep silently across the kitchen, on his way to scare the bejasus out of his sisters in the hallway... DS3, wrapped in his favourite black hooded cuddle-blanket!

How weird is that? It was exactly what I saw, 20 years ago, before he was even born! No wonder I felt no threat; DS3 wouldn't harm a fly, he'd be far too busy wondering what exact species it is & how it came to be there.

Truly, there are more things in Heaven & Earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy...

Thaat's a really amazing story thriftwizard!

I've come to the conclusion that sometimes, time sort of "gets mixed up".

Just after the war my parents and brother were living in a tiny village in Somerset, in a cottage just across the road from a disused pumping station. They would often hear the pumps going at night, in this locked building. When my Dad went to investigate, the pumps would stop by the time he got to the door and there was never anyone there.

And when my brother was showing his wife around another village where he'd lived as a child, they reached the school he'd been to, and were looking into the empty playground (it was during the holidays). He told me later that suddenly everything seemed to whirl around him and he could clearly hear the sound of children playing. His wife didn't hear a thing though.

My OH worked for a few years in a Victorian police station. Part of the building had been out of use for many years, and he told me none of the coppers liked doing the night shift because they would hear the sound of typing coming from the part of the empty building where the secretaries had used to be.

The place has been converted into smart apartments now, and I idly wonder whenever i go past it in the bus whether the new inhabitants get disturbed by that old-time typist.

mardatha

I do love spooky - I like the idea (fact!) that time isn't a line, that there are unseen people all around us, that we can go forward as well as backwards in time. It's like having the Lion the Witch and the Wardrobe through a door inside your head