tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post8240115330008953044..comments2024-03-29T15:42:16.481+00:00Comments on Going Gently: The Ghost Of Ty WynneJohn Going Gentlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14958171262765033946noreply@blogger.comBlogger75125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-80083502887737526582016-10-21T15:20:32.615+00:002016-10-21T15:20:32.615+00:00Loved this! A subtle ghost story X and yes I have ...Loved this! A subtle ghost story X and yes I have xJohn Going Gentlyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14958171262765033946noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-42389449002800902682016-10-19T07:59:51.733+00:002016-10-19T07:59:51.733+00:00We moved to our ancient Welsh farmhouse in 1988 wi...We moved to our ancient Welsh farmhouse in 1988 with a toddler. From the start I "picked up" (I seem to have a flair for this) on a sad depressed atmosphere at the bottom of the attic stairs (right by our bedroom door). Nothing nasty, you understand, just an atmosphere. We had two more children and they had lots of energy and we had poltergeist activity - footsteps on the stairs - it's odd to hear your husband's footsteps when he is in bed beside you - electrical things going on and off, what have you. A friend who was a proper medium came and said that we "just had an entity" sharing the house with us. Well, his visit upset our friend and that night I heard heavy breathing behind me as I sat where I am sitting now (and coincidentally my son also heard it, up in his attic bedroom that same evening). I thought it must be a Barn Owl on the roof outside as they can sound like an asthmatic old man. There was no atmosphere and I wasn't frightened. <br /><br />Then in the night I woke to go to the loo and as I laid there, thinking, I really WILL have to get up, I noticed a light through the bedroom window (thin curtains) and thought, damn Jim (neighbour), he's out there lamping rabbits again. Anyway the light seemed to come closer and the angle of it was straight to the window, yet the track "Jim" would have been on, angles in another direction. In seconds, a ball of light burst through the curtains into the room and dissipated . . . OK I thought, that IS a bit oddball. Yet I wasn't frightened.<br /><br />Next morning, myself, my husband and my son were on the landing outside our bedroom door talking about this and all of a sudden we ALL smelt a very strong peardrops smell, as much as to say, you can deny it all you like but I AM HERE!<br /><br />I think some people are more open to this other dimension and I have had many experiences down the years which show I am one of them - which can be a good thing as well as a spooky one!!<br /><br />Have you reached your target yet John?<br /><br />Bovey Bellehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13117332471600275100noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-63231455832436731532016-10-18T13:05:37.380+00:002016-10-18T13:05:37.380+00:0025! We are getting there! 25! We are getting there! John Going Gentlyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14958171262765033946noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-53011152981951163052016-10-18T11:39:55.250+00:002016-10-18T11:39:55.250+00:00Loved this!Loved this!John Going Gentlyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14958171262765033946noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-52421418870028587682016-10-18T11:39:17.173+00:002016-10-18T11:39:17.173+00:00WhooooooohioooooooooooWhooooooohioooooooooooJohn Going Gentlyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14958171262765033946noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-52486378971595867682016-10-18T11:32:36.117+00:002016-10-18T11:32:36.117+00:0026!!26!!Suehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04177854521955532744noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-62230302545128910562016-10-18T11:30:34.615+00:002016-10-18T11:30:34.615+00:00When I left my first husband and lived with just m...When I left my first husband and lived with just my younger son had a 'presence' that was a voice that would speak to me when I was asleep or half asleep to let me know of any dangers. It told me when I had left doors unlocked, things switched on that should have been off and when I had accidently locked one of the cats out at night. I can never remember what it actually said just that a voice was there and when I instantly awoke I knew what I had to do. I have only recently found out in a family conversation that the same voice came once to my son.<br /><br />He had fallen asleep without setting his alarm the night before a very important A level exam and without a good result he would not have gotten his place at university. Fifteen minutes before the start of the exam he heard a distinctive and very authoritarian voice tell him to get out of bed and GO. Needless to say he leapt out of bed dragged on some clothes and jumped in the car. Sixth form college was a ten minute drive away through numerous sets of traffic lights on a busy main road, but as he approached each set of lights they turned green and he sped on. He reached the examination room just as they were closing the doors and slipped into the room and took his seat. He got good grades and that was the start of his path to a Degree and a Masters.Suehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04177854521955532744noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-34717597642467012862016-10-18T11:18:56.314+00:002016-10-18T11:18:56.314+00:00How wonderful.How wonderful.Suehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04177854521955532744noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-72584475611934534292016-10-18T09:57:29.533+00:002016-10-18T09:57:29.533+00:00Spooky. Me and huuby used to live in a big old Vi...Spooky. Me and huuby used to live in a big old Victorian terrace. We could smell pipe smoke at the top of the stairs on the landing. Neither of us smoke, especially pipes. This went on for a few weeks, we then discovered an empty mug with a used peppermint tea bag in it, no ghost just poor domestic skills, we were very young and still living like students x Twiggyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09065849697979313992noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-82942303757189927392016-10-18T07:08:26.271+00:002016-10-18T07:08:26.271+00:0027!!!!!27!!!!!John Going Gentlyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14958171262765033946noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-65248159179056741082016-10-18T00:20:11.972+00:002016-10-18T00:20:11.972+00:00I can't believe in ghosts but I do believe in ...I can't believe in ghosts but I do believe in creative imaginative minds that can create all kinds of scenarios in childhood scary situations....I'm no fun am I? Jan Bhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04792206979656707142noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-62810239934787569122016-10-17T22:40:25.751+00:002016-10-17T22:40:25.751+00:00Oops. My apologies if I made it too long and you h...Oops. My apologies if I made it too long and you had to delete it. Didn't intend for that to happen. Mea culpa.TexasTrailerParkTrashhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02299289643138589897noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-63884191984412153472016-10-17T22:38:06.311+00:002016-10-17T22:38:06.311+00:00We lived in a house that was built in the 1830s. ...We lived in a house that was built in the 1830s. A civil war battle had been fought just over the ridge. Every so often at night we heard footsteps across the old wooden floors, the side door fly open, and a woman scream, "Oh, no!" We later learned that the master of the house had been killed in the nearby battle and the news carried back on horseback that same night.Mary Ahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06338257247926089751noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-67844210589523583292016-10-17T22:08:07.550+00:002016-10-17T22:08:07.550+00:00Enjoy it jimboEnjoy it jimboJohn Going Gentlyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14958171262765033946noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-37084210706650313142016-10-17T22:01:46.688+00:002016-10-17T22:01:46.688+00:00JOHN! Get outta here with that story!!
JOHN! Get outta here with that story!!<br />Jimhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11199777195853274898noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-87013064147150733942016-10-17T21:40:07.676+00:002016-10-17T21:40:07.676+00:00Have a chaser X Have a chaser X John Going Gentlyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14958171262765033946noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-40056283116966466092016-10-17T21:34:01.418+00:002016-10-17T21:34:01.418+00:00Bloody, bloody hell.......Bloody, bloody hell.......John Going Gentlyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14958171262765033946noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-33117551333254819912016-10-17T21:29:09.402+00:002016-10-17T21:29:09.402+00:00We had become friends with one of the “kids,” now ...We had become friends with one of the “kids,” now in his late 70s, who’d grown up in the house and we nonchalantly inquired if the family had a little dog at any time in the past. He said no, they hadn’t.<br /><br />Then it dawned on us that when we moved we’d brought along Lolita’s old dog bed. Why, I can’t say. And then we realized that we’d stuck it in the dining room which was serving as a catch-all until we could get everything sorted out after the move. That’s where the activity seemed to be emanating from.<br /><br />So we took the dog bed and put it upstairs in the dormitory room. It wasn’t long before we would hear ghost dog come clicking down the stairs on her nightly run. She also was heard rustling in the wastebasket next to the desk upstairs while my husband was working there.<br /><br />I took to sleeping with a little flashlight I called my “ghost buster.” Whenever the activity started, I would take the flashlight from the table next to the bed and scan the room on the off chance I’d finally see something. All it did was stop the activity—for a bit. Some nights I would hear her drop what sounded like one of our other dogs’ Nylabone chew toys on the hardwood floor. When I lit up the room, there was nothing there.<br /><br />Other nights, Lolita (by this time we figured it had to be her) would bonk around under the bed like she used to do when she slept in her dog bed under our bed back in California. We would even hear her tripping over the extension cord on the floor. Sometimes Rudy and Pepe would look up after hearing her, but they never growled or seemed disturbed by any of it.<br /><br />This went on for almost a year until the terrible day that Pepe was bitten by a rattlesnake and died hours later on my bed. We were grief stricken.<br /><br />Maybe a week or so later, we heard two little dogs running around upstairs, like they were chasing each other. There was more rustling in the trash and just double the activity in general.<br /><br />Then, the noises gradually subsided and finally stopped altogether.<br /><br />I’d had a dream (or visitation?) from Pepe the morning after he died. He used to wake me up by standing on my chest and licking my face. That’s what I awoke to—or dreamt I was waking to. He was backlit by white light and I was crying, I was so happy to see him.<br /><br />Then he faded away and I realized I was awake and he was gone.<br /><br />But maybe he wasn’t. Maybe he hung around with Lolita for a while before they both went off to doggie heaven together. Maybe…TexasTrailerParkTrashhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02299289643138589897noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-89929983807073380832016-10-17T21:28:50.826+00:002016-10-17T21:28:50.826+00:00This comment has been removed by a blog administrator.TexasTrailerParkTrashhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02299289643138589897noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-84788777706573777812016-10-17T20:46:56.605+00:002016-10-17T20:46:56.605+00:0028...I'm wetting my panties!28...I'm wetting my panties! John Going Gentlyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14958171262765033946noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-61935813325010471032016-10-17T20:46:03.017+00:002016-10-17T20:46:03.017+00:00Go on do tell xGo on do tell xJohn Going Gentlyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14958171262765033946noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-46885329217238820512016-10-17T20:15:00.130+00:002016-10-17T20:15:00.130+00:0029 followers to go......how bloody exciting !!!!29 followers to go......how bloody exciting !!!!John Going Gentlyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14958171262765033946noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-85762861455625399372016-10-17T20:13:50.273+00:002016-10-17T20:13:50.273+00:00Do tell more! Bloody hellDo tell more! Bloody hellJohn Going Gentlyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14958171262765033946noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-18514063970794358232016-10-17T20:11:13.054+00:002016-10-17T20:11:13.054+00:00Hehe, that's funny!!Hehe, that's funny!!Irishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12550611275677498097noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-4236109586533249882016-10-17T19:59:33.100+00:002016-10-17T19:59:33.100+00:00U civilised old broad !
Good coffee! BlissU civilised old broad ! <br />Good coffee! BlissJohn Going Gentlyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14958171262765033946noreply@blogger.com