Derek Acorah RIP

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everyone's favourite conman has died after a short illness aged 69. https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/entertainment-arts-50991908

Let’s be honest, he was a complete fake, but I found him damn entertaining. This short clip of Most Haunted is TV gold and still has me in fits of laughter to this day. Tuesday nights isn’t the same without watching Derek fake a possession and launch something at Yvette’s head :D RIP Derek.

 
It's sad to hear when people die but this guy made his name out of conning people, of pretending to be something he wasn't and for that, I have no sympathy.
Well aren’t you a pleasant chap. He was a husband and a father. I have every sympathy for him and his family.
 
He was a conman and I have more sympathy for the people he gave false hope to through his lies and deceit than I do for him. However, I do agree that his family deserve sympathy.
Giving people false hope through lies and deceit sounds like every bishop, vicar, rabbi, imam etc in the world.
 
I assumed you were too busy giving people false hope through lies and deceit.
Yeah, that makes no sense.

Look, this is a thread about a man who has lost his life, all the silly bickering is pointless.

No matter what you thought of him, he still deserves a bit of respect. So, again, RIP Derek, and condolences to his family, especially his wife Gwen. They were together for years and were each other’s world. She must be in bits.
 
He's a Medium/Psychic so has taken peoples money for making stuff up.

A girl 'friend' of mine sums up his audience on her Timeline earlier:
'I told him I was pregnant and asked if he knew the gender but he just gave me a smirk. A few months later I gave birth to twins so I will never know if the smirk was because he knew I was having twins'.
Seriously Julie
How can you disprove that he knew it was twins?
 
WOTEVA M8
That response says it all.

We’re all so quick to ridicule what we don’t understand.

We’ve spent thousands of years worshipping a man who walked around claiming he was the son of god. If someone does that today, the men in white coats takes them away.
 
There are zero counter arguments because talking to the dead and getting a reply doesn't exist.
Nobody has ever proved this has happened but there have been many conmen/women caught out by the likes of Houdini, Derren Brown, James Randi and Penn & Teller.
James Randi had a million pound challenge that nobody took on.
It's a con - end of.

I'll also point you in the direction of the Fox Sisters who started all this crap:

The Fox sisters were three sisters from New York who played an important role in the creation of Spiritualism: Leah (1814–1890), Margaretta (also called Maggie) (1833–1893) and Catherine (also called Kate ) Fox (1837–1892).[1] The two younger sisters used "rappings" to convince their older sister and others that they were communicating with spirits. Their older sister then took charge of them and managed their careers for some time. They all enjoyed success as mediums for many years.

In 1888, Margaret confessed that their rappings had been a hoax and publicly demonstrated their method. Margaret attempted to recant her confession the next year, but their reputation was ruined and in less than five years they were all dead, with Margaretta and Kate dying in abject poverty.[2][3] Despite their confession, the Spiritualism movement continued to grow in popularity.
No-one has proved the existence of extra terrestrials, but most of the world, or a lot of it, seems to think they exist.

And don’t say end of. You’re not the authority.
 
I think we can say 100% that somewhere out there in the vast Universe there has got to be some kind of life form, you'd be an idiot to think there wasn't anything else living.
It doesn't mean it's got to be intelligent though, I mean some people actually think you can talk to the dead - honestly I'm not joking.
If I was to tell you I grew up in an extremely haunted house, would you laugh at me?
 
Yes I would.
On December 22nd at 8:30am I watched my Mum die in her bungalow and at the moment I'm seeing & hearing her all over the place.
Sometimes I think she's standing behind me and especially when I visit her bungalow I can feel her presence.
However I don't mind you laughing at me because I'm emotional and I 100% believe it's in my mind, I think I'll settle down when we have the funeral on the 17th.
I’m terribly sorry to hear that, I really am.

But, you have to realise, at 8 years of age, I nearly lost my own beloved mum to an overdose due to the situation in our house. Whether or not you believe in ghosts is up to you, but I do, as I’ve experienced them first hand, and our haunting affected us in a very bad way, almost fatal, and my mum still lives with the mental scars of it, so you can’t blame me if I feel slightly aggrieved when people laugh at us.
 
No-one is laughing at your mother's attempted suicide (which is obviously terrible), or anything else other than the idea of you believing you grew up in "an extremely haunted house", which was your original question, here:



If an adult asked me that then to be honest I'd have a hard time taking them seriously too.
I don’t believe I grew up in a haunted house, I know I grew up in one. I saw, heard and experienced things that still make me shudder to this day. The day we left that house will always be the happiest day of my life.
 
We accept that it exists.

Thank you, and that scepticism is plainly portrayed in the replies to my experiences in this thread. People just don’t believe unless they experience it themselves.

My dad never believed before we lived n that house, thought it was a load of nonsense. He even thought my mum was imagining it before he experienced it himself one night.
 
What did he experience? (Well, someone had to ask. :)) Did it get a bit warm in one room and a bit cold in another? Bit of a draft by the door? :p
He experienced lots of things.

I’ve often sat in front of an open word doc, ready to write about our experiences, but there’s a few bits of clarification I need and I don’t want to stir my mums memories up again. Also, it’s hard on me when I recall it.

But basically, the first thing my dad experienced was when he laid in bed one night when me and my mum were at my nans. He was laying there when he felt like someone had laid down next to him. He froze and after a few seconds he heard very heavy male breathing behind him. After a few more seconds, he broke away and went to the living room and sat in a chair with a hammer for the rest of of the night. All the time, he could hear banging and dragging sounds from the bedroom above.
 
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