Soldato
meeting Phate at the OCuk London photography meet. Still creeps me out to this day
I was about 12. Had a metal bunk bed (with no bed beneath just a computer desk).
And on this night my room was real quiet, and my door was closed, windows closed and i had been in bed for about 25 minutes.
A 5 penny piece fell from somewhere random and rolled on the floor.
I pooed my pants, literally....and to this day i never stack any type of money or coin.....
Still think my house is haunted though, and they've probably seen my type this message and are going to throw a 5 penny piece in my face tonight
inflation, it'll be either a pound of pennies or a pound piece.
One of my earliest memories was when I was around 5-6, and my room was being redecorated. I was drawing on one of the walls that hadn't been wallpapered yet with a biro, thinking I could leave a secret message that would be revealed years later when the wallpaper is inevitably stripped. A few moments into my scribblings, my arm suddenly gained a life of it's own, and started drawing something very fast against my will, I can't remember what I drew, but it didn't have any significance to me at the time. I was just very scared at what happened, dropped the pen, and ran elsewhere.
And that your honour is how the phantom wall penis came to be.
And that your honour is how the phantom wall penis came to be.
One time when I went to Borley rectory we was told to move along by an old lady from a window, When we went down town they told us that Nobody lives there any more. + + +
Run away Run away.
There is a dare where you have to walk around the back of the Rectory on your own, I never did it.
When I was 17 I worked away a lot working with different technicians in different parts of the country, I was working in Wales and was staying in a little terraced holiday home in a town I really cant remember the name of (sounds like Dog I think) I was on my own every night and this house really freaked me out, it made odd noises and trying to get to sleep wasn't fun.
The front room was seperated from the kitchen by a plastic fake wood door that slid from left to right to close.
One night I was sat watching TV and heard odd scraping noises, looked at the door which was pulled shut and it was being pushed from the other side, I bricked it and grabbed the only weapon I could find which was a large tin of air freshner and opened the door to find nothing, no windows open or anything, thats all I remember about me staying there, the noises when trying to get to sleep and that little incident yet I was there for a full working week
Everytime I tell this story my eyes water, not like crying or anything its weird