Not WW2 related but have seen a Ghost of a Preist/Monk in the old medieval cottage we used to spend our summer holidays in Harlech, N Wales. It wasn't a shadow and it was stood thru my bed! Funny how monks crop up in ghost stories; one once cropped up in a dream i had while camping alone. In the dream i was out of my tent in the night, following a monk-like figure across the field towards a clump of trees that seem to have an 'aircraft' in it in a clearing, and there the dream ended. Next morning i woke up back in the tent normally, and noticed a bruise on my shin which wasn't a bit painful to the touch and i had no idea how i'd got it. People who are into UFO research tell me that i might have been abducted by aliens who took DNA/bone marrow from my shin, and that the 'bruise' was an anaesthetic/painkiller.
umm ghosts 100% do not exist. they are just a production of the brain. In 1949 I was in Hong Kong at Fort Stanley, the chapel of which was the last point of resistance to the Japs on 25 December 1941. The fort's medical unit had been used by the Japanese to temporarily stack the bodies of fallen British soldiers and there was a persistent stained brownish line which came through despite repeated whitewashing, the line ran around the room at about five feet from the ground. There was a very strong belief that the medical room was haunted, and there was a reluctance to go anywhere near the place at night. On Christmas Day evening 1950 there was a long argument about this which ended with me sleeping in the isolated medical unit for a bet. I was told that others (never named, I noted) had tried this but had given up around midnight. I did wake up, around 2 AM, it was pitch black and I felt very cold, I groped around, found a couple of sheets, had a pee, then promptly went back to sleep. I'm sorry to say I didn't see a single ghost in this much haunted eerie place. I fully agree with Barbara.
Hi all, I know this is a bit of an old thread, but saw it and was really intrigued. I don't know what to make of things, but I have had a few things happen to me over the past few months, of which I find it hard to explain. I have recently gotten into family military research, especially about my Great Uncle Bryce. He was an AA gunner, and was captured by the Japanese on Java in 1942. I have since got into re-enactment, at it is he, who I portray. Any way, one day, I went around to a good friend of mines house. He is very into WW2 and loved to see all the pictures I have of my Uncle. Not only did I take the photos, but also his cap badge (more on that later), letter from King George apologising for his treatment at the hands of the Japs, his Japanese POW money as well as a few other items. I spent the evening there, talking about what I had found etc. At one point in the evening, we both watched his cat, staring at something in the room, shortly followed by a controlled closing of the door to his living room (no one nearby) then both heard someone walking up the stairs... Was really bizarre! Later that evening, when I left, I got home, and my friend text to see if I had made it home ok. Then proceeded to tell me that I had left Uncle Bryce there! At first, I thought it was a wind up, but he explained that his cat spent ages following something around the house. Also, when I had left, he turned around to find a 'presence' on the stairs, as if staring at him... A few weeks later, I was at home on my own, as my fiance had gone out for the evening. I was in our conservatory on a completely dead calm night. I was on the phone to my dad, talking about my research, and what I had found out. I kept hearing a tapping at the window as if someone trying to get my attention. No one there. I then heard as if footsteps were walking around the conservatory inside. This un nerved me. I told my dad what was going on, and what I was hearing. I thought I was going mad! Now, my dad is a real sceptic, but as noises and taps started to get louder, he suggested 'Why don't you call out?' as if mocking me! I felt stupid, but thought 'what the hell...' So I asked 'Is there someone here? Tap once for No, Twice for yes' Clear as day, there come a loud double knock on the wood next to me... So clear, my dad heard down the phone! I then asked 'Is it Uncle Bryce?' Again, a loud double knock elsewhere in the room... I started to walk around to see if anything or anyone was in there, but nothing. i asked 'If it is you, do you know what i'm doing?' (meaning the research) again, but rather faint was a double knock. My dad, as he had met Bryce when he was younger, told me to explain who i was (his great nephew)... My dad could hear everything, and was completely shocked... I then asked if he was 'happy with me doing the research, and if he wanted me to continue' and once again, two loud bangs... suddenly, the phone got interference and cut off! I called my parents back, my dad answered, but then put my mum on to see if she could hear anything, and like that, the house went deadly silent! I couldn't explain it, and my fiance said i looked like 'I had seen a ghost' when she got home! Later, that same night, my girlfriend asked to see his cap badge. My fiance, bless her, doesn't know a lot about the war at all, especially at this point. She also knew nothing about the stuff I had found on Bryce, as niether did I up to this point. As she held it for a few minutes, she then quickly handed it back, and said she didn't want it anymore. I asked her what was up, and all she could say was 'bloodshed'... I asked her what she meant, and she described that whilst holding the badge, she was picturing Japanese soldiers 'running through trees' at our guys... It was a bloody battle costing many lives, British soldiers doing everything they can. She pictured a 'Big gun' (I described a Bofors to her and she said that was it, especially after i showed her a picture) getting moved down to shoot not at the sky, but through the trees at the enemy. She also said that it happened by a coastline... as well as all that, she mentioned an officer, and was sure that the cap badge I had, was not Bryce's, but an officers'... It was as if someone who meant a lot to Bryce, had died, and Bryce managed to get his badge... The thing is, the cap badge I have, a normal one. It IS an officers badge, yet my uncle was only a Lance Bombardier! It is in fact, a beret cap badge as well, Bryce was never issued a beret... A few days later, I again was trying to find out more information. I was searching through pages and pages of stuff, and then bang! Up come this information, describing exactly what had happend in Java... It mentioned a Bofors had to be brought down, to shoot through the trees at the advancing enemy, a bitter fight, that where my great uncles unit was at one point, was by the coast, and it kept using the word 'bloodshed'... Now I know, most of you will look at that and say 'she must have looked it up'... Bear in mind (and I don't want to put the fiance down or anything, so i don't mean it in a bad way) she knows nothing about WW2... She has never been interested in history, just not her thing. Add to the fact, I had told her nothing about my great uncles unit, where he was, what he done etc. and I hadn't left anything around for her to read either. Plus the fact is, until she said it, and I found the description a few days later, I knew none of that either!!!! Last but not least, a few days after this, we were sat at the table, again. Suddenly, this HEAVY smell of aftershave hits us. Smells just like old spice! i don't use it, so niether of us know what it is... It was really really strong... and then, totally dissapears! Next day, I spoke to my dad on the phone. As i mentioned before, dad met Bryce when he was a teenager (dad that is), before he died. I was trying to understand more of Bryce's character. I asked my dad what his memories of him were. Dad said, he was very withdrawn, kept himself to himslef, but the one major thing that stands out, was that he would always take about 20 minutes to have a wet shave... then go really OTT with the aftershave... guess what it was? Old Spice! I asked my grandad what he remembered, and he as well confirmed this without me even mentioning what I had experienced or what dad had said.... Think what you want to think. Believe what you want to believe. But I know that what I have experienced was very eerie and I can't explain it.....
Not exactly a ghostly sighting but definitely a feeling of deja vu and an evil presence. This, when I first visited the Colosseum in Rome in 1944. After a short while I slipped away to visit the cells underneath the arena where the slaves and early Christians were held prior to the games and their subsequent death. I have never considered myself to be significantly claustrophobic but the atmosphere in the dank, shaded quarters felt unbearably evil, and I was glad to get back out into the sun and the heat. Ron
Last but not least, a few days after this, we were sat at the table, again. Suddenly, this HEAVY smell of aftershave hits us. Smells just like old spice! i don't use it, so niether of us know what it is... It was really really strong... and then, totally dissapears! Yep, it is very well known and fully documented that ghosts use after-shave, especially the male ones.
Very 'good' story, I'm a sceptic despite I've had a few troubling run ins (can't recall if they are on this thread). A friend of mine had an issue with what he said was haunted field telephones and paperwork a year or so ago... had Second World War British radio protocol coming through his baby's listening device-thing (baby monitor? Slipped my mind what its called...) Sold the lot fairly sharpish as he was concerned his partner would be freaked out if he told her.
Yep, it is very well known and fully documented that ghosts use after-shave, especially the male ones. PeterG, I know it seems rather a stupid comment, and i'm not saying it was a ghost... Like most people i was, and to an extent, still sceptic... I'm just saying it is stuff i can't explain... And there is a lot of reports to do with 'smells' (I see where this is going to go...) such as heavy tobacco when no one has smoked, perfume/aftershave etc... They think it was to do with the memory of a person... That was one of the things that Bryce was remembered for after all, the heavy amounts of aftershave he used to apply... Who knows? No one does. We will never know the truth until the day we die... and even then, there will probably be sceptics!
The Hotel at the airport Middleton St George (now Durham Teesside Airport) formerly part of the building was the RAF Bomber Mess. A room is said to be haunted by one of the Canadian WW2 pilots and later 1950s Meteor pilot . People staying there on their own wake up in the middle of the night feeling very cold with a feeling there is someone watching them, several people current KLM flight crew refuse to stay in that room. Several people also claim to have seen the man such as the woman who's story of her mother who saw a ghost in their quarter at RAF Middleton St George (aka Teesside airport). Her mother was actually chatting to it, thinking it was her husband (it was behind her) when she was sitting at the dressing table!. She actually was not as shocked as she thought she would be afterwards! When she found that her husband had nipped out for a quick smoke! "I heard a story about the hotel at Tees Side airport when it used to be the Officers' Mess, RAF Middleton St Geaorge. "IIRQ a Meteor overshot the runway and crashed into the corner of the building. The pilot survived the crash, but as he was clambering out of the wreckage a large piece of masonary fell in him and killed him. Evidently the particular room is still haunted" They even know the Ghost's name is Raymond Norman.. Incidently one of the RCAF Bomber Squadrons based at Middelton St George in the early part of the war (1943) was No 428 Squadron named the Ghost Squadron! a student on the Meteor conversion course at No 205 AFS, Middleton St George in the early 1950s was killed attempting (it was thought) a single engined touch-and -go landing. This manoeuvre was never a starter. Crit speed at full thrust on one engine and with full opposite rudder applied (ie with the rudder hard up against the mechanical stops)was about 130 kts. Touch down would have been at about 100 kts. The poor sod ploughed into the Mess through what was then the ladies' room (now the bar of the Hotel St George). The MO at the time opined that he had survived the impact but had been killed by falling masonry (no bone domes in those days). On my last visit the barman said that hosties from an airline operating from Teeseside would not accept room reservations at that end of the hotel, because the ghost of the student haunts the corridors. I have tried to identify, without success so far, the aircraft's tail number and the name of the pilot. I wonder how one induces the poor soul (if indeed there is one) to RIP. Sounds like a Bell, Book and Candle job. I suggested to my vicar that I might try my old Asymmetric Long Briefing, which might at least bore the poor ghoul into quiescence. The vicar was not particularly amused. MIddleton was the nucleus of a Canadian Lancaster group during WW2. They hold occasional reunions there and there are some interesting photgraphs around the walls of the bar. Somehow the hotel has managed to retain some of the atmosphere of a mess. Worth a passing visit. :sad:
I've certainly had a few unexplained experiences over the years, mainly when I was a child, but also more recently since I have also been researching my late uncle who was a pow and died on the tamahoko maru. It's a bit uncanny how some of the information has come about. By the way AdHollis was your great uncle in the 77haa by any chance, my late uncle was in the 77th and was captured in Java also. pam
I've certainly had a few unexplained experiences over the years, mainly when I was a child, but also more recently since I have also been researching my late uncle who was a pow and died on the tamahoko maru. It's a bit uncanny how some of the information has come about. By the way AdHollis was your great uncle in the 77haa by any chance, my late uncle was in the 77th and was captured in Java also. pam Pam, That is interesting! No, my uncle was a member of 89 Battery, 35th LAA. Spent time in Tandjong Priok before being moved to the mainland on one of the Maru's... He spent a while fighting as infantry, due to some of their AA guns not turning up. He was fighting alongside the 6th HAA.
thats weird, my other uncle who survived as a pow who was also in the 77th was also in Tandjong Priok and was on one of the maru's, the singapore maru I think. I have a photo of him taken at Tandjong Priok with a few other prisoners pam
Pam, That is REALLY interesting! I have sent you a message to see if you have contacted the Java club?
I should declare my hand before commenting further. Although I have great respect for the world's great religions past and present it completely baffles me how people come to believe in any of them. As for ghosts, spooks, apparitions, etc, the best current estimate is that around 107 billion humans have lived of which around 7 billion are currently alive. Every one of us is outnumbered by some 14 billion ghosts. It's pretty crowded out there. How Many People Have Ever Lived on Earth? - Population Reference Bureau It fascinates me how clothes too seem to have an eternal after-life, very few spooks appear naked.
Not exactly a ghostly sighting but definitely a feeling of deja vu and an evil presence. After a short while I slipped away to visit the cells underneath the arena where the slaves and early Christians were held prior to the games and their subsequent death. I have never considered myself to be significantly claustrophobic but the atmosphere in the dank, shaded quarters felt unbearably evil, and I was glad to get back out into the sun and the heat. Our minds do play tricks on us. It is doubtful that any Christians died there. Christians usually find a place of a single martyrdom exceptionally holy, yet there is no record of the Colosseum being such a place. In the 12th century the Mirabilia urbis romae, the manual for the guidance of pilgrims, claimed that the Circus Flaminus was the site of Christian martyrdoms - not the Colosseum. It wasn't until the 16th century that the Colosseum came to be regarded as a site of Christian martyrs. The-Colosseum.net:martyrium What is true is that in the very early Middle Ages the Colosseum's arena was used as a Christian cemetery and by the late 6th century a church was built into the structure, but for no particular reason. Peter
Peter I see you say "doubtful if any Christians died there" and you are probably right. I was probably conditioned by Holywood mega-films such as Ben-Hur and certainly never bothered to do any serious research at the time I wrote the above. Nevertheless..... I can remember to this day the scary, ill feeling that I felt down there in the depth of the Colisseum and the relief when I emerged. Really........ Ron
Ron, Just found umpteen websites which categorically assert that Christians were fed to the lions in the Colosseum in droves. Many give numbers, raging from hundreds to 100,000 or more. It's an enduring legend, but I think for this we can rely on the Catholic Encyclopedia to debunk it. Ironically, it was probably this invention of Christian slaughter, over a thousand years later, which saved the structure from further damage. CATHOLIC ENCYCLOPEDIA: The Coliseum Scroll down mid-way to 'The Coliseum and the Martyrs'. Cheers, Peter
Most Haunted is definitely fake I believe in Spiritualism as a Religion and I actually find it quite offensive in my beliefs there is a life after this one and our departed relatives can communicate back to us through a Medium, I was skeptical at first but when you meet someone you have never met before who can tell you things only the person thats gone would have known then it starts to change your mind tv programs that are about spiritualism never open with a prayer they are all about money and are deeply wrong Derrick Acorah represents what is wrong with this misunderstood religion and should be ashamed of himself
I'm not sure what I believe in, but we have certainly had some strange goings on. My husband is in the Army and this camp and the camp we lived at before, were both very active during World War Two. In our last house, I used to hear someone walking up and down the stairs, banging around downstairs, and generally just being a bit of a nuiscance. Things were never where I was sure I had put them, but my husband was away alot and I had a young baby and I put it down to tiredness. Things got stranger and stranger, but I always felt like there was just a mischievous man around, wanting to make his prescence known. It never bothered me until one night we were watching tv and both heard someone whisper, a sort of whisper but it was loud but we couldn't tell what had been said. We thought we must have rung someone on our phone by mistake or something, but checked and we hadn't. Then our daughter started crying, so I went up to her, and as I stood by her cot, someone whispered in my ear. I usually try and explain these things away, but I can't explain that. It was as if someone was stood right next to me. Then we moved to where we are now, and my daughter has told us that she has a friend called Harold. According to her he used to work in a plane here, but he had an accident when they were practicing flying, and he hurt his legs. She says he's told her that he's just staying here until he's allowed home. She said he's very nice and just comes to play with her sometimes...I'm not sure why a 3 year old would come out with this, she has no idea that planes flew from here. All very bizarre! If ghosts do exist, I hope I never see one!!!
I'm not sure what I believe in, but we have certainly had some strange goings on. My husband is in the Army and this camp and the camp we lived at before, were both very active during World War Two. In our last house, I used to hear someone walking up and down the stairs, banging around downstairs, and generally just being a bit of a nuiscance. Things were never where I was sure I had put them, but my husband was away alot and I had a young baby and I put it down to tiredness. Things got stranger and stranger, but I always felt like there was just a mischievous man around, wanting to make his prescence known. It never bothered me until one night we were watching tv and both heard someone whisper, a sort of whisper but it was loud but we couldn't tell what had been said. We thought we must have rung someone on our phone by mistake or something, but checked and we hadn't. Then our daughter started crying, so I went up to her, and as I stood by her cot, someone whispered in my ear. I usually try and explain these things away, but I can't explain that. It was as if someone was stood right next to me. Then we moved to where we are now, and my daughter has told us that she has a friend called Harold. According to her he used to work in a plane here, but he had an accident when they were practicing flying, and he hurt his legs. She says he's told her that he's just staying here until he's allowed home. She said he's very nice and just comes to play with her sometimes...I'm not sure why a 3 year old would come out with this, she has no idea that planes flew from here. All very bizarre! If ghosts do exist, I hope I never see one!!! Children are very normally more Psychic than adults because they haven't been told all there life that theres no such thing as Ghosts everyone has the potential to be Psychic some are more in tune than others Ghosts are not here to harm you and it must seem like a great laugh to them to move things either that or they are just trying to show you they are there it is easier said than done but we really shouldn't be scared of spirt the whispering in your ear was a clairaudient experience similar to Clairvoyant where you see spirt Clairaudient is when you hear some Psychic mediums See some Hear and some Feel this is called Clairsentiance if it was my child I would encourage this as it is a great gift to be able to communicate with people who are gone all you have to remember is if you ever get scared tell the spirt to leave you alone in a loud firm voice and also tell it to go to the light that may help with there passage to the next life some spirits are afraid just like we would be and dont know what has happened like the one your daughter has seen he is waiting to go home because he either doesnt know what has happened or he is scared of what lies next hope this helps you if you dont believe and think its all a load of old tosh fair enough but this is what I believe and I just thought I would share
