tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post4694114337869377418..comments2024-03-28T22:39:59.790+00:00Comments on Going Gently: GoosebumpsJohn Going Gentlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14958171262765033946noreply@blogger.comBlogger83125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-57281383425128298882014-12-19T15:42:11.077+00:002014-12-19T15:42:11.077+00:00Such stories freak me out. I can't believe I r...Such stories freak me out. I can't believe I read them all. Now I am scarred. peacehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15254289560180340388noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-74607115741226238312014-12-18T19:27:54.848+00:002014-12-18T19:27:54.848+00:00We moved into a newly built house some years ago, ...We moved into a newly built house some years ago, one of six on the site of an old farm, 'Blight Farm', a family name that means merry apparently. But a dark tale unfolded. I wrote about it on my blog once - http://www.anniecholewa.com/2012/10/a-true-story-for-halloween.html. Were there ghosts involved, I have no idea, but it was all very odd.Annie Cholewahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17608057589525908147noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-75638724548741683082014-12-18T00:09:48.250+00:002014-12-18T00:09:48.250+00:00Yes.Yes.megan blogshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04555646904983619596noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-307523177204961702014-12-17T08:02:10.825+00:002014-12-17T08:02:10.825+00:00Ha ha ha, I'm picturing it. I used to love it ...Ha ha ha, I'm picturing it. I used to love it when I was a kid when the jack Russells ate my crayons! I would follow them in the garden! What is it with shit? I have actually looked at "rate my poo" as well. I actually find it funny. I think I'm a sicko! Frugal in Buckshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03637007004041752433noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-66789114288097366682014-12-17T07:50:06.867+00:002014-12-17T07:50:06.867+00:00I also think it's electrical and that there ar...I also think it's electrical and that there are time slips. I lived in a big Victorian hotel for 4 years, and saw a man in a suit smoking a cigarette, staring out the window, plain as day, then he was gone. I saw a leg and part of a blue plaid skirt step out of a wall, then disappear. There's no sound, it's like a silent movie. But there have been several of these weirdnesses, and each one totally freaked me out. Austanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05568578637922817033noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-42370299994728298962014-12-17T01:05:18.602+00:002014-12-17T01:05:18.602+00:00Willy Dunne Wooters doesn't know how to wait p...Willy Dunne Wooters doesn't know how to wait patiently.Janie Junebughttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10573607241326291404noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-42542176901381084322014-12-16T21:27:15.650+00:002014-12-16T21:27:15.650+00:00Last year, I made my friend a pom-pom garland for ...Last year, I made my friend a pom-pom garland for Xmas and while take a pic of it draped around my sitting-room mirror (the pom-pom garland, not me) something dark drifted into my line of view from the left-hand side. I thought it was the sunlight reflecting from the adjacent window but when I uploaded the pic, there was a black spot showing up on the mirror. The pic I took 30 seconds later showed no black spot. I have no idea what it was or what it meant but I always remember thinking that a black shadow across a mirror depicted death. Maybe it's just coincidence but a month after that, my health took a downward spiral. I'm ok now though.Between Me and Youhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04863155145862706966noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-78678654398340270982014-12-16T16:51:55.969+00:002014-12-16T16:51:55.969+00:00I love the expression 'the old coffin route...I love the expression 'the old coffin route'. xAndi's English Attichttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04136573194920355678noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-36521699949528942092014-12-16T13:06:18.778+00:002014-12-16T13:06:18.778+00:00My long-held theory is that when we die, our spiri...My long-held theory is that when we die, our spirit leaves the body at the point of death and continues its journey. Sounds a bit deep, but to me it explains how 'ghosts' exist, because they definitely do exist. Why shouldn't a spirit inhabit another guise so that it appears to people? It also explains why people claim they are reincarnated. Also, why I am familiar with a place, even when I have never been there before . . and this has happened to me in the far west of Cornwall, even to accurately describing the scene around the next bend in the lane, the man who would be standing there and how he was dressed. Rather scary at the time and it left the 4 of us speechless.Ramblerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00914227535503925006noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-37399475999666089562014-12-16T11:04:21.134+00:002014-12-16T11:04:21.134+00:00My theory is that nothing else in the universe is ...My theory is that nothing else in the universe is ever wasted, just converted into another form/energy/whatever, so why should we assume that we would be? Mayhap these things are the result of energy being converted.The Crankyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11482237436135513483noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-66855379727410028792014-12-16T11:02:06.786+00:002014-12-16T11:02:06.786+00:00I have very odd coincidences occur when someone I ...I have very odd coincidences occur when someone I love dies. During the months I was caring for my father when he was dying, one particular song on my playlist became his favourite: Breakable by Ingrid Michaelson. For the first few days after his death, every time I turned the radio on (on any station) the song was playing... and it was never a popular song. Several months ago, when one of my brothers died, I found a trail of dimes down the stairs... and when I had picked up all the dimes, the phone rang; it was my mother telling me he was gone. Neither my sweetheart nor I had any idea how the dimes had gotten there, in a perfectly aligned trail down the stairs, but with that brother's sense of humour... Well, it is exactly something he would have done.The Crankyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11482237436135513483noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-53908270589961097732014-12-16T10:31:29.518+00:002014-12-16T10:31:29.518+00:00I think I agree with your theory garyI think I agree with your theory garyJohn Going Gentlyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14958171262765033946noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-82770346774289276882014-12-16T09:36:13.273+00:002014-12-16T09:36:13.273+00:00I fully believed in malicious ghosts and stuff the...I fully believed in malicious ghosts and stuff then. Now, I guess I believe that we leave something electrical behind, but nothing that thinks for itself. Garyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08255717931620460104noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-68838728775359958722014-12-16T08:17:16.435+00:002014-12-16T08:17:16.435+00:00That sounds rather theatrical and very scary
.how ...That sounds rather theatrical and very scary<br />.how could you not believe after all that's?John Going Gentlyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14958171262765033946noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-72962615234112038182014-12-16T07:40:19.322+00:002014-12-16T07:40:19.322+00:00When I lived with my parentrs, we lived in a large...When I lived with my parentrs, we lived in a large house. Doors would burst open or slam shut when there was no wind. A glass chandelier in the hall exploded, all sorts of stuff. One morning one of those old candle holders, the sort Florence Nightingale would carry, appeared turned upside down on the kitchen table. Nobody had seen it before, and mum being mum, called in a medium, who informed us that a child had died unexpectedly there a number of years back, and just wanted to be noticed. I would like to say that I don't believe in any of that sort of thing, but the events were very scary. Mum lit a candle in the holder, and nothing else happened again.Garyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08255717931620460104noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-76894011544168434212014-12-15T23:54:56.726+00:002014-12-15T23:54:56.726+00:00Nor do I
Auto spell check I am afraidxNor do I<br />Auto spell check I am afraidxJohn Going Gentlyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14958171262765033946noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-58216050915586445922014-12-15T23:51:13.089+00:002014-12-15T23:51:13.089+00:00I wonder who else might have been wandering over t...I wonder who else might have been wandering over the graves?Susan Kanehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09834094675218254410noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-55476564465907513062014-12-15T23:18:55.344+00:002014-12-15T23:18:55.344+00:00Only the encounters with aliens, but I just preten...Only the encounters with aliens, but I just pretend these are fictitious as I sell more books that way. That's what they advised me to do.<br /><br />(Not sure what "Lyon" means in your comment)Andrew MacLaren-Scotthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01275686573421308677noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-34665191211326067962014-12-15T22:57:03.922+00:002014-12-15T22:57:03.922+00:00Ps thank you xxxPs thank you xxxJohn Going Gentlyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14958171262765033946noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-78698642397326664972014-12-15T22:55:48.807+00:002014-12-15T22:55:48.807+00:00Oh andrew..Lyon must have had at least one " ...Oh andrew..Lyon must have had at least one " odd" experience in your lifeJohn Going Gentlyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14958171262765033946noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-30371793583710396742014-12-15T22:54:47.633+00:002014-12-15T22:54:47.633+00:00Jane do tell xJane do tell xJohn Going Gentlyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14958171262765033946noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-70093177008143377542014-12-15T22:53:33.223+00:002014-12-15T22:53:33.223+00:00That made me tear up, just a little....thank you x...That made me tear up, just a little....thank you xxJohn Going Gentlyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14958171262765033946noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-36958623342964702682014-12-15T22:50:28.324+00:002014-12-15T22:50:28.324+00:00I have heard many of these experiences Chania
Some...I have heard many of these experiences Chania<br />Some of me think it's just grief<br />But to be honest , I think it's something moreJohn Going Gentlyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14958171262765033946noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-88675743903311636902014-12-15T22:49:21.683+00:002014-12-15T22:49:21.683+00:00I have just remembered one more. My boss has just ...I have just remembered one more. My boss has just died, he was a brilliant surgical oncologist and died tragically young leaving 4 kids. It was very traumatic and I found it hard to comprehend that some that saved so many lives would be taken so young. He was always a crazy busy, eccentric, hyper kind of man with many stresses at work. He worked so damn hard and there was a lot of pressure. I was close to his wife and family so I was having difficulty with it all, plus packing up the office and re arranging his patients was difficult. While I was reading his online obituary, I noted a message from one of his students (he was a professor too). This student was a devout muslim and he had written a lovely message to the family to the effect that the Dr. was desperately needed on another plane. (and he didn't mean an aircraft) That comment stuck in my head and gave me some comfort. A few weeks after, I fell asleep on the sofa and had a dream that was so real, it was more like a vision now I think about it. I saw him smiling. His face was calm and relaxed. He had no wrinkles or stress, only the most peaceful face and was glowing. He was holding a large beautiful cheese. (he was a wine expert and loved his wine and cheeses) After that I was consoled by this loss as I knew he was in a calmer, more peaceful place. A few months later, I went back to the online obituary to read the comment again and I couldn't find it.Razmatazhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02757164543598076420noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-50036532605695760082014-12-15T22:48:32.479+00:002014-12-15T22:48:32.479+00:00Remind me to tell you about william eating the pla...Remind me to tell you about william eating the plastic Tesco Carrier bag somedayJohn Going Gentlyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14958171262765033946noreply@blogger.com