> Nic wrote:

>> I was chatting to friends about ghost stories,I read somewhere
>> that the UK was the most haunted place in the world,I don't know
>> if thats a statistical variety of UFO sightings seen in other parts
>> of the globe...but I can only guess that there are similarities
>> elsewhere, maybe in our needs to believe in something more that
>> whats here and now.

>

>> I often have a 'feeling' about place and time,thats related to who I'm
>> with and for celebrations and special events in my own life. These
>> feelings can sometimes be sparked off by smells or textures or sounds,
>> our anchors acting as reminders.

>

>> Something odd happened to me over the past few weeks, like some
>> tensions building up and dissipatedin fluxes. I was 'spooked' the
>> other day when I was out late with little one/s. Someone on our
>> train stood up and behind me, not something I'd have noticed usually,
>> except that something about this guy,or what he said (perhaps quite
>> innocently) shocked me.

>

>> My kids and me rushed off at the station, me behind between this
>> guy and the kids. We went our way and did what we had planned
>> although I felt queasy sowouldnt let the kidsoutta mysight for a
>> moment.

>

>> maybe a week later that strange feeling returned...I was walking home
>> after a night out on my own in the early hours.Its a route I'll
>> frequently take and often I'll meet a neighbour walking my way or
>> recognise local traffic. This time I felt someone was behind me...
>> perhaps quite innocently...but I hadnt heard their footsteps coming
>> up behind,

>

>> I saw no one, but when I began to walk forwards again I fleetingly
>> felt as if there was a hearse behind me followed by ghostly traffic.
>> It must have been travelling very slowly,because I was walking my
>> usual pace.

>

>> A day or two followed and I walked past the strange road one of our
>> local villages, maybe a trick of the eye, a cloud, an aeroplane or
>> stray bird caught in the updraft...I fleetingly felt there was
>> someone dressed in black and lifesized looking over the villages,as
>> if he was suspended in the air and deciding which route to take. The
>> only time you could ever have that imagery would have been on SL...
>> because of course people can't fly...but if we CAN communicate
>> real-time, and someone has enough detailed background information
>> about someone from internet sources...one could of course be tracked
>> down, perhaps followed.

>

>> And the very next day a hearse passed me on the same route travelling
>> the opposite direction.

>

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>

>> When I'm particularly sleepy, worn out and slip into half-sleep
>> reality fades gradually. If I'm woken from a dream it might take
>> time to readjust.

>

>> I was travelling across country and there was a strange feeling about
>> that journey. The closer Igot to a certain village,place the greater
>> the tension mounted. I'm not sure why, ever...

>

>> Dreamily near the end of the journey it was announced that there was
>> some delay,and I wanted toget on home as soon as we could,so we
>> took a different route tomake a new connection to miss a delay.Which
>> isn't at all unusual. It was cold on the platform, and very boring,
>> suddenly I had a searing pain through my forehead, and shrieked 'ouch!'
>> then said 'I'm so tired plus I've been reading without glasses again!"
>> I looked at my watch to remember the time, then a feeling came over me
>> "must get out before the girls get in, they sent the girls in" I looked
>> about the platform, and 3 of the prettiest girls came bounding down
>> the steps.

>

>> I watched the news a day later. At around the same time,in the same
>> city some drugs guy had been busted and shot through the head.

>

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>

>> A friend of mine called home last night, he asked who, I say I'm half
>> asleep I'm lying under a whitesheet on white painted floorboards. I'm
>> not alone anymore...but I couldn't tell you for who it is for or whos
>> with me,

>
> It seems to me our Ghosts follow mourning, as a kind of
> technology on the lips of those exploiting the unknown.
> Ghost summoned out of the unknown as grief and anxiety
> over our loss, follows the departed. Ghosts as a warning
> or foreboding, an older version of today's little green men.
>
> The ghost follows as a kind of vulnerability makes space
> for this oldest answer. If there were not the ghost it
> would be the guardian angle, the fairy godmother, or what
> some call in today's jargon an extra sensory perception.
>
> All pleasant enough ways to explain away our fears.- Hide quoted text -
>