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I Was a relief manager for "MARSDENS" in the early 60s,and one of their stores was "NORTHERN DAIRIES" on Mansfield rd,when we closed the 1st day i was there,2 of the staff were hanging about,as i started to cash up,i told them "dont wait for me,you can go"they said "oh no we never leave anyone alone here cos its haunted".I laughed and said "dont be daft get off home".they then left saying "ok its up to you".as i carried on cashing up,i could hear some banging upstairs,then the toilet flushed,i thought another staff member was still on the premises,so i went up two flights of stairs to see who it was,

No one was there and the toilet chain was still swinging,i was soon out the place.i was only there for 2 weeks but never on my own again.

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I've been watching this discussion with interest and would like to add some of my experiences to the debate. Some years ago, I taught in a small, independent school which was housed in what was the o

It's funny how a site like this, and the various subjects posted, stir forgotten events. Without a platform such as this it would not be possible to jot down and tell a wider audience the little thin

I have had a few occurrences that may fall into this category, but in both of these instances nothing was actually visible. Many years ago I lived in the vale of Belvoir and owned a large rambling ho

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I was down Hucknall pit in the Deep Soft seam, I was walking alone along A6's tail gate roadway, the endless haulage rope was standing so it was very quite, I then heard faint voices, I looked both ways but there were no lights in view, the hairs on the back of my neck stood on end & I was scared. I then heard a phone ringing, a siren sounded & I heard a stage loader & face chain conveyor start up. Somehow the sound was coming through the rocks from a parallel roadway. I never did see a ghost down the pit. When I was at Moorgreen pit they said some seams down there were haunted, I heard stories that blokes went down there & were never seen again & that they did the haunting..

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I have had a few occurrences that may fall into this category, but in both of these instances nothing was actually visible.

Many years ago I lived in the vale of Belvoir and owned a large rambling house built around 1642.

It had old low beamed ceilings and not a straight wall anywhere, very much typical of the period.

It had a front door from the drive, but this was not used much as everyone usually entered the house via some french doors from the garden area.

It was in effect a shortcut and allowed us to walk straight into the kitchen without going through all the routine of taking shoes off etc etc (lazy after work).

In the summertime we had the habit of closing the curtains over these doors to prevent a build up of heat during the daytime hours.

It was a fascinating place and had a minor little bit of history associated to the civil war. During my first year there we played around with a friends metal detector and found many old musket balls, belt buckles and a very interesting miniature portrait brooch under the lawn. At this time I was travelling over 100 miles to and from work on a daily basis and would get home at various times.

One day I felt unwell at work and as it was a Friday I decided to leave early and try to have a relaxing weekend. My wife was going over to her Mother's for the weekend and had phoned me at work to say she would be leaving about lunchtime. I did not mention feeling under the weather, as I did not want her to put off her trip. Besides, I hoped to catch up on a few things and just potter about until Monday.

As I pulled up the drive I noticed as usual that the curtains over the French doors were closed, although the day had not been very sunny or warm.

Getting out of my car I gathered my things from the boot and turned to approach the doors, key at the ready.

Now, immediately outside the doors, I paused and listened intently. From inside the house I could hear a babble of conversation and haughty laughter, almost as if a party was in progress ! I listened for about ten seconds and put the key in the lock and turned it. The door sometimes stuck slightly so I gave it a mild nudge with my knee and turned the handle.

Peeking through the curtains I could see nothing, but the babble of conversation (now louder) continued and appeared to be coming from the dining room off to the right.

Was my wife perhaps holding a party? Was she having an affair? Was the party a surprise for me?

Her car was not on the drive so I assumed she had gone at lunchtime as planned, or maybe it was hidden somewhere and this was a ploy to put me off the scent?

All of these "possibilities" went through my mind in an instant as I turned to quietly shut the door. Unfortunately I managed to get my leg caught in the long curtain and, losing my balance, stumbled against the wall producing a loud thud. To my astonishment the babble and laughter stopped, leaving just a faint echo that disappeared after a few seconds.

I got to my feet and called out a pathetic "hello?" I did (stupidly) follow on with "is anybody there?"

Total silence.... I walked towards the dining room and poked my head inside, nothing, no one, empty......

Getting a bit worried now I went back into the kitchen and opened some of the drawers, a knife maybe, but I could only find a small rolling pin and a pastry brush.

Having second thoughts I went out into the garden and looked through all of the windows but could not see or hear anything.

Going back into the house and gradually gaining confidence, I went through all of the downstairs rooms before searching upstairs, nothing, no one.

All of the windows and doors were firmly locked, nothing to be found, uncanny.....

I was not hallucinating, I had clearly heard the murmur of lots of people talking, laughing, just like a party or a meeting of some sort?

When my wife returned after the weekend I told her about these events but she suggested that maybe due to my feeling under the weather and being tired after a long week I had imagined it. But I know differently........

I later learnt from the local vicar that the house, amongst others in the area, was sometimes used by royalists as a meeting place.

We lived there for another year or two but nothing else like this happened again.

Must go, I will follow up with the other story when time allows as someone has just walked our drive.

Just to let you know, it's not royalists (or men in white coats) it's a parcel delivery man.

Smiffy

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When I was training down Moorgreen pit we used the old abandoned Piper seam workings as a training gallery, we used to go on what we called 'nature walks' round old roadways, it was like a rabbit warren down there. We were told "never ever wonder off from your group as if you get lost we may never find you!" GULP. None of us wondered off.. :)

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It's funny how a site like this, and the various subjects posted, stir forgotten events.

Without a platform such as this it would not be possible to jot down and tell a wider audience the little things of life. They usually only come to the surface when discussed over a drink with friends at Christmas, or around the fire with visitors on long winter nights.

Following on from my previous post here is another unexplained occurrence, this one however was only a few years ago.

Again, it happened in a dwelling, not an old one as before, but in a fairly modern bungalow.

Having "done up" lots of properties of all types over the years we thought it a good move to buy something "modern" with no major work to undertake and perhaps all on one level.

The perfect solution? a modern bungalow....

We were first shown around the place by the old lady who owned it. She was a fairly melancholy person, not surprisingly, as her husband of 60 years had died the Summer before.

Having shown us where everything was, she then left us to look around again on our own. One of the rooms had a large piano in it and apparently her husband had been a very good pianist and had played with some of the well known orchestras in the past. The old lady had gone into this room out of the way and we could hear her softly sounding out a simple tune, but nothing recognisable or brilliant.

After a second visit escorted by the Estate Agent ( the old lady was ill) we put in an offer and it was accepted.

On the day of our move we were informed that due to a problem with the specialist piano removers it would have to stay in place for a few weeks and did we mind?

Our answer was no we did not mind, I secretly fancied having a go on it myself !

Six weeks later it was gone, but every now and then we were awoken in the middle of the night (or imagined it) by a note from the piano.

One night I was working on my PC quite late, you know how it is, you lose track of time absorbed in what you are doing.

My wife had gone to bed (our bedroom was at the other end of the bungalow) and all was still except the tapping of my fingers on the keyboard.

Without warning I heard a long low sigh or sad moan coming from the hallway immediately outside my room. It lasted a good 5 seconds, enough for me to be aware and stop what I was doing. I listened intently, not sure of what I had heard. It came again, this time shorter, but followed by a gentle stifled sob.

Opening the door I looked up the corridor thinking perhaps that my wife had woken up or something had disturbed her. The bedroom door at the end of the long corridor was shut, no other sound came. I opened the door but she was fast asleep. I made myself a cup of tea and carried on with my PC work for another half hour before going to bed myself.

Next morning I told her about the noise over breakfast but she did not attach any importance to it.

About a week or so later, she was working on the PC late at night herself and woke me to say someone was in the house.

She told me she had heard a sound similar to my description outside in the hallway, three times she had heard it. She thought that I had been playing a game after her dismissal of my own previous event. Nothing, or no one was found.

Later that night I was woken up by my wife screaming and after I had switched on the bedside light I could see she was now stood in the doorway absolutely terrified.

Jumping out of bed and now shaking myself, I asked her if she had had a nightmare? She gradually blurted out that that she was just returning from the bathroom and happened to look along the hallway towards the "PC room" as we all call them nowadays. A single "ping" had come from the room where the piano had been kept, so being fairly fearless she went down to see what it was, we had heard this sound before a couple of times.

Lit up by the light coming in from the street outside she said she could clearly see the old lady, standing where the piano had been. She was looking sideways towards the fireplace and had her distinctive long grey hair in a single long plait, just as we remembered it. A few days later we learned that the old lady, who had moved to a smaller place in the next village, had died. We were saddened by this as she was a kind old soul and during the first few months of us living there had come back to see us and ask if we liked her house.

It was a few days after we were told of her death that we found out she had actually been ill for about a month. She had died in the early hours of the very same morning of the occurrence. Maybe she was coming back during her illness to check over "her house" and came again for one last time when she died?

Bungalow life was perhaps not for us, we were unsettled and things never felt the same again. Whether our minds were changed by all of this I don't know, but the following Spring we put it on the market. A couple of years later we were talking (Christmas drinks) about this with our daughter and her boyfriend. They exchanged knowing glances and went on to say that they had heard the "ping" several times themselves when house sitting for us when we were on holiday. They did not like to say anything that would frighten us at the time.

Recently lived right next to a reportedly haunted tower at Temple Bruer for a year, went out in the dead of night at all times with the dog but neither saw, felt or heard anything.

It was in fact a quit peaceful place, far from the madding crowd.

I have a couple more less dramatic events to post at some time, odd and unexplained rather than ghostly, so watch this space.

Glad to say we have now found an ideal place to live, no ghosts, no odd events, no whispers in the dark.......... yet !

Smiffy

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Many moons ago this room I am in now was my son's bedroom. Many evenings he would wake & scream out loud, when we investigated he would say an old woman was hitting him ! At the time he was about five or six years old.

One day he even told his mum to move out the way to let "the" old lady pass her on the stairs. We never saw anything odd.

Nowadays my son who will be forty years old this year, recently spoke about "the" old lady. Every word was true dad he said, even describing the old woman exactly as he saw her all those years ago.

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I don't believe in ghosts my self but I do like watching programs about ghosts hunting. but if I see a ghost coming through the wall then I will believe in them, until then no

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Down Hucknall pit Deep Soft seam again: I was salvaging in an old district walking up a roadway alone when I saw two lights in the distance, when I got closer there was no one there, feeling worried & thinking "this is weird" two blokes with their lights turned off jumped out of an empty mine car, I nearly poo'd my pants. Oh how they laughed the rotten so & so's.. :)

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Braddy if I saw a ghost coming through the wall I'd easily break Roger Bannister's record of 50 years ago and everyone made since.

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There are many things science doesn't understand properly at the quantum physical level & weird things happen there... E.G. As discussed earlier in this thread on transistors. I was told at army radio operators school that electrons flow one way & holes flow the other, I had to say this when I did my exam or I'd have failed, but it doesn't sound 100% right to me. Something very strange happens at the junction of P doped silicon & N doped silicon (a diode) : It turns AC to pulsed DC, if two different AC frequencies are fed to it it mixes them up & you get sum & difference frequencies at the output, if you put another PN junction onto it, it becomes a transistor & can amplify & oscillate, all very useful things. However some scientists have admitted they don't really know how they work, just that it's some kind of quantum physical effect, & the electrons one way & holes t'other explanation is just to placate thicko's like me. There are also field effect transistors that work on the so called 'field effect' principle , bet that's a quantum physical effect as well..

At the other end of the scale scientist don't understand a lot of things in outer space. E.G. Galaxies don't spin as they should, the inner stars should be rotating faster than the outer stars but they're not, the only explanation is that there is unseen stuff in there exerting it's gravity, they haven't got the slightest clue what it is so call it 'dark matter'. Then the distant galaxies are moving away from us faster than they should be & they are accerating, there seems to be something forcing them apart, they don't know what this force is so call it 'dark energy'.

There are these mysteries at the very small & very big scales, what is to say there are some mysteries that scientists cannot explain at the mid scales that we exist in??

Just a few of my thoughts that have leaked out of my thicko brain, probably most of it rubbish..

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There are more things in 'heaven and earth' than are dreamt of in your philosophy,

Shakespears,..Hamlet'

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There are more things in 'heaven and earth' than are dreamt of in your philosophy,

Shakespears,..Hamlet'

When I smoked I used to prefer a Castella rather than a Hamlet, ..................I'll get me coat.

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I'm sure I've mentioned this elsewhere in the annals, but this business of ghosts etc. can be explained as simple misunderstanding.During a spiritulist lecture at the UEA, the lecturer asked if anyone there had seen a ghost; some had and related their experiences. He then asked if anyone had spoken to a ghost; some, though fewer, had and related their experiences. He finally asked if anyone had had intercourse with a ghost. One hand at the back of the auditorium went up and the subject was asked to come forward, which he did. "Now", he was asked. "When and how was it you had intercourse with a ghost"? "Ghost"??? said the subject."I thought you said goat".

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When I smoked I used to prefer a Castella rather than a Hamlet, ..................I'll get me coat.

Yes get ya coat,heres me trying to enhance the intellectual concept of Bulwell folk ! LOL.

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There are scientific explanations for some of the perceptions, for example infrasonic vibrations (lower frequency than audible) can have strange effects, including that of feeling like you are being watched. The human eyeball is resonant at around 18Hz, which can cause visual disturbance, particularly in the peripheral area. Then there is pareidolia, where the brain recognises patterns (faces, bodies) in random perceptions. It is well known that the brain does a lot of processing with the information it gets from the eyes, such that you can never be sure that what you think you see is what is actually there. The brain gets tired so late night 'events' are more likely, particularly where there is reduced illumination. Dreams seem quite real at the time and there is the notion of 'waking dreams' where the same brain activity (creation of images and sounds) occurs whilst awake.

One should also question why apparitions are generally resting on floors (neither floating way above nor partially sunken) but can freely move through walls (of any construction). Furthermore, they are generally homo sapiens from the period between the middle ages and recent history - where are the cavemen, Romans, previous human-like species, other animals (from billions of insects to millions of dinosaurs), etc?

The whole subject has roots in religion where humans are considered by many to have souls. Believers might say that some souls have a reason to appear (as ghosts) for some sort of atonement before reaching heaven or other place of permanent rest. In ancient civilisations, the breath you see when it is cold was thought to be the soul reaching out from the body (ghosts therefore having a whispy nature and association with coldness). Indeed one Latin word for breath is spiritus.

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Yes, perception and the way that the brain processes information often produces puzzling situations. Usually we can reason out a logical explanation. This morning I could have sworn that there was a cat on our garden. Looking closer at this cat hiding behind a grassy clump it turned out to be a large copper beech leaf twitching in the breeze. My brain clearly saw a pair of cats ears.

I used to stay at an ancient coaching house in West Wycombe, the George and Dragon, famous for it's ghost. The ghost was that of a serving maid known as the white lady who was murdered in a local cave. I really wanted to be haunted by her but it never happened. However, several odd things happened to me when staying there. Some unexplained by logic but one incident that caused me to cut my throat!

I had just read a short story in the Readers Digest by an American visitor to the Hotel. The setting that he described, including the clientel at the bar that evening was identical. Also a thumb print in my pie that supper time was the mark of the White Lady. (she used to be admonished for this bad habit when alive) So I was primed to be haunted. The following morning I was shaving in front of the mirror when the mirror moved sideways and I was looking at a blank wall! I nicked my throat in astonishment. I'm being haunted!! A Polteregeist!! NO!!! The bleddy rug that I was standing on was sliding down the sloping oak floor. :blink:

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Good point about the floor thing. If a ghost can go through a wall with zero effort why doesn't it fall through the floor, then when it hits the ground fall through that & carry on to the centre of the earth? Unless they are made of mass-less particles such as neutrinos or sumat, but then we wouldn't be able to see them as neutrinos don't seem to interact with photons or matter or owt it seems. Maybe they're made of a force field like the Higgs Boson. My brains wondering off at a tangent again..

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Photon arrives at airport check in. Where is your baggage sir? Got none, I'm travelling light.

I drink with a couple of physicists on most Sunday afternoons, just to put the World right. A recurring topic is invisible matter, energy and the huge lack of knowledge. So how can we discount ghosts completely when there is so much to discover?

Why are some eminent scientists Christians, or some other religion that believes in the Holy Ghost or an afterlife? Maybe we are still in the Dark Ages and the supernatural keeps us sane? I fell out with religion but remain an agnostic.

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If reincarnation was somehow found to be true, does this mean that you could be a ghost twice?

If so, what happens to the old one, or is it a bit like recycling, do they have different coloured "soul recycling" bins in heaven (or wherever we go)?

Do you get a choice?

Smiffy

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We sometimes discuss 'infinity'. Is there such a thing? If so you can return as a ghost an infinite number of times. There are all sorts of theories about infinity. Infinite infinities, limited infinities and so on. If infinity by definition (who's?) exists then Kurt Vonnegut jrs 'Chronosynclsticinfundiblium' theory could be believable and that means multiple things happening any which ways any time. If we really try to take some things, or ourselves to seriously the outcome would probably be madness. Hence the need for religion, ghosts and silliness :jumping:

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I've been watching this discussion with interest and would like to add some of my experiences to the debate.

Some years ago, I taught in a small, independent school which was housed in what was the original St Edmund's Primary School (later rebuilt and relocated) on Welbeck Road in Mansfield Woodhouse. Ths site consisted of two separate buildings: the original, early Victorian schoolroom and schoolmaster's house, which had been added to several times later during Victoria's reign (this housed the day nursery/office and kitchens) and a separate, single-storey construction of four classrooms, two either side of a typical school hall. This latter building was put up around 1900 and housed the school in which I taught. It stood at the rear of the original building.

During the August holidays, before term commenced, I spent some time sorting out my new classroom in the 1900 building. Although it was morning and broad daylight outside, the school was in a "dicey" area (as I shall explain later) so I locked myself in and put the keys on my desk. I hadn't been there long before I became aware of being watched intently by someone who was standing in the hall, just outside my half open classroom door. No one was there and I knew for a fact that I was the only person in the building but this sensation continued until I grew so annoyed that I called : "Don't stand out there! Come in. You are quire welcome".

After this, the presence faded and I didn't experience it again.

Later on, a colleague who had worked on the site for many years advised me knowingly that the place was "haunted" and my classroom was a particular "focus" which is why she would not use it. She added that my predecessor had apprently seen a child in Edwardian dress in that room on several occasions. I told her that I had already "met" one of the presences but it was no child. Although I didn't see her, the presence who observed me was an adult, female (probably also a teacher) and definitely benign, which is why I wasn't frightened.

My colleague flatly refused to spend any time alone in that building- whether it was broad daylight or dark outside- and she was clearly afraid of the place.

As presences went, the 1900 building was quiet compared with the older structure which housed the nursery/office and kitchens.

One particular area was very unpleasant and had been built onto the earlier structure in the 1890s. Here was an entrance door, leading into a lobby with a large room to the left which for a while was used as a dining room. While supervising lunchtime in here, I personally saw a stack of plastic tumblers "jump" from a table when no one was within 10 feet of them. The door to this room slammed in a colleague's face on two occasions when no one was inside and all the windows were shut.

Staff working on the site fell into two groups: those who were "aware" and those who were not- even though many of them longed to experience something out of the ordinary.

On one occasion, whilst washing my coffee cup at the sink in the kitchen within the original building, a plastic mug hit my left shoulder. It had come from a shelf 6 feet away and there was no one else in the room! Even if it had been dislodged by the vibration of passing traffic, it would (according to the laws of gravity as I understand them) have fallen straight downwards and not travelled in a straight line to connect with me.

In the same room, staff had seen a woman in Victorian dress and also (having filled the sink with hot, soapy water to wash the nursery cups) on turning back from the crockery trolley, found the plug had been removed, wound around the tap, and the water coursing down the drain!

One member of staff, during a staff meeting in my classroom, pointed out a child looking through the glass panel in the door. No children were on the premises and the outer door was locked, as this was some time after school ended. The same lady came over to find me one lunchtime and stood on a plant trough outside to look through the high window to see whether I was in my classroom. What she saw was not me but a lady in Victorian clothes with grey hair piled high on her head! I was out shopping at the time!

So intrigued was I by these events that I began to keep of log of experiences, mine and those of other staff. It became quite comprehensive.

I must emphasise (for the benefit of sceptical readers who may be thinking that this is being written by a gullible, deluded, irrational and over-imaginative female) that I am an extremely logical, rational individual who was once a member of MENSA...so I'm not stupid either! In any situation such as those described, I will look for a reasonable/rational explanation. It was just that, most of the time, there wasn't one.

During my second year at the school, a programme of renovations took place on both buildings: inclduing re-wiring, plumbing, installation of a new kitchen, etc. Much of this work was done after the place was closed for the day and often continued into the night hours to avoid disruption to the nursery routines.

The workmen freely admitted they disliked being on the premises due to their tools being moved around/mobile phones disappearing, only to reppear somewhere their owners had not been and the peculiar readings their EMF meters picked up when they were nowhere near any electrical devices. The head electrician told me that he had witnessed the lights in the original building flashing on and off after his workers had left and the place was locked and empty. I believed he was genuine and not inventing stories. Again, some of the wokmen experienced nothing, others dreaded the place.

I, myself, experienced the inexplicable disappearance of items such as staplers and rolls of Sellotape which I had literally just put down when I was changing the huge display boards in the hall (once more, during the holidays). Again, I was locked in and alone. Frustrated, I would shout : "For pity's sake! Give it back...I'm using it!" If I then left the buidling for ten minutes, on my return the missing item would be sitting in plain sight. No, I hadn't forgotten where I'd put it and my eyesight is perfect!

During one summer holidays, computer terminals were installed around the hall in the 1900 building. These were controlled by a master switch which was always turned off at the end of the school day, each pc having been correctly closed down. However, when I arrived for work early the following morning (before anyone else was there), more often than not, the master switch was down and at least one pc was on and working. The place had a very efficient alarm system and no one had broken in during the night.

You may wonder why I always locked myself in when working alone. Well, as I said, the school was in a problem area and there had been several arson attempts at night, together with vandalism at all times of the day which was proving both costly and inconvenient to repair. It was because of this that the proprietors decided to install a tenant/caretaker in the flat which comprised the first floor rooms of the old schoolmaster's house. The idea was to find someone who would keep an eye on the place when it was closed, in return for subsidised accommodation. The experiences of the person who filled this role make very interesting reading and I shall continue the story at a later date...

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Ayup Jill, that PC what switched on it self overnight must have been installed with ...............................................................................................Norton Ghost......I'll get me coat.

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