Encounters

Ok.... Most of us have had more than a few Paranormal Encounters over the years, here are a selection of our favourites....

NIGHT NUN 100% Verified

I was wide awake sitting in bed, in my parents ancient old cottage, when I looked up and saw a figure on a women or could have been a man, elderly wearing what looked like a Nuns or Monks habit, I could see a face, it was smiling just standing at the foot of my bed, my dog started gong mad and ran out of the room! When I found her she was hiding in the hall and had made a puddle she was shaking! and would not go back in the room.

A few weeks later we had a visit from a local planning officer, and he asked if if we knew the history of the cottage, he told us that it was in leper times a house where nuns or monks would have stayed, and given out food to the lepers, she also said that the strange, little window in the side of the cottage was where the food would have been passed out. I researched this as much as I could and found that the cottage was mentioned in the doomsday book and was at sometime a clean house for the nearby village, I have alway belived there was someting out there, but this convinced me 100%. as I saw the figure weeks before I heard of the history.

By Mandy

Cottage in Brixham Devon

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DEL'S STOW MARIES ENCOUNTER

Many years ago, when I was young and carefree, I was a member of the local ACF (Army Cadet Force) back in Essex. As you can imagine, we used to go off on camps quite a bit at weekends, and one weekend we went to the remains of a disused airfield at a place called Stow maries.

Now, we all know what kids are like for stories, so it was no surprise when a few of the lads started telling a tale about the ghostly aircraft that could be heard.

Anyway, end of the day, and there we were all crashing out in one of the old buildings. It was cold and dark, and the building itself was draughty (not having any glass in the windows hardly helped matters) In spite of this, all the lads managed to get straight to sleep without a problem. I on the other hand just laid there, as usual, thinking (I've always been terrible for getting to sleep in my first night somewhere new)

Anyway, a little while into the night I heard an aircraft. Not unusual in itself, but one thing that was noticeable about this plane was the sound it made. It wasn't a nice smooth modern engined sound, but a very raw very old, and very throaty piston engine. Ok, maybe slightly unusual, but when you consider this was at midnight, and planes of that age are designed for daytime flying, it gets weirder. Especially as the wasn't an active airstrip for miles, and this plane sounded low.

So, what do you reckon? Did I hear a spectral plane, or was it just some nut flying at night in an old stringbag?

Incidentaly, Katherine Peyton visited the site once, and was so taken with the name of the farm there that she decided to name her novel about the RFC "Flambards"

She didn't realise at the time that it was an airfield from the period she was writing about!

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THE LAST LAUGH. Mike Dalton

Its a little hard now, many years on to think of the events so far back, me now in my mid 50's

But i will try to give you a picture in your mind of Mrs T

It all started when I moved from Exmoor to Exeter, at the age of 18 I rented a bedsit in the city, really to gain my freedom a little, it was a small room and the bathroom was on the 2nd floor me being on the top, (cheaper LOL)

The landlady was small Grey, plump and jolly she wore an apron at all times and floral dresses that reached her ankles, she had a laugh that echoed through the house, one that was to become something I would not forget, in the evening we the others that lived there would go into her front room send she would serve hot home made currant buns with loads of butter, yes it was a good life and I and the others 5 in total thought of her as a kind of surrogate granny.

We called her Mrs T (for Turner) her husband had been killed in the war., she she rarely spoke of him.

So it was more than a little unusual when she began to tell us all about him and his interest in the as she called it other world, she told us how she spoke to him most nights and he always unless he was so very tired, from visiting her, he would talk back, we listened politely and of course thought she was a little crazy although I having had a few experiences of my own, did wonder in awe maybe there is something in this after all.

After she told us this, she added as we got up to leave the room. I see you think I am a little in the head my boys.

Well and she LoL just you wait and see, '' I'll have the last laugh."

A few weeks later it happened Mrs T died in her sleep.

We all attended the funeral and as we walked in to the front room to have a little light refreshments we all heard it as clear as a bell. Her laugh echoing through the house and then a whisper. I told you so

She really did have the last laugh it seems.

Dear Old Mrs T.