I had a weird one not to long ago. I was delivering a packet to this old house that has been turned into 3 flats in a town called Bathgate. I normally just put the mail through the letter box on the door and so have never been inside before.
Anyway having a large packet to drop off I buzz for entry and enter. It was quite a old building and I always like the look of these old Georgian buildings. The bottom floor has been turned into a foyer; with the three flats on the top landing. So I drop off the packet to the woman and walk down the long stairs on my merry way.
About 6 steps from the botton I feel what can only be described as a Herculean push in my back. I not only clear the six steps at the bottom; I slam into the wall. I have no idea what could have down this save a ninja.
But my dad has a great one, which I think he was either drunk at the time or lying. Either way it is a good un. Way back in the 70's, when my parents were not long married they stayed in a bottom floor flat in a town called Blackburn ( The Subo one) oddly enough I stay in the same town now. So after getting home late one night from the Army base he worked at, he took the dog out for its nightly walk. We as a family have always had Afghan Hounds, as they are big, docile and generally good natured beasts.
So after walking it around the block a few times he walks it into the communal garden of the flat, planning to come in via the back door. When suddenly the dog starts making a crazed attempt to go for something in the back garden. Pulling the dog back on the lead and wondering what is making the normally quiet dog, which had never even barked before, make a frenzied attempt to attack something in the garden. He looked up and saw it.
He described the thing which was about 12 ft away as a black floating form with glowing red eyes. It stood around 5ft tall and would inch a few ft forward and back and made a sound like a pig screaming. I've never heard a pig scream but I can imagine.
So running into the flat he grabs his 2.2 air rifle and starts taking shots at this thing, which takes some balls imo. When suddenly the thing just disappates into thin air. To this day I like the curtains closed at night incase I see the red eyes in the dark.
I put it down to booze and a cars rear light with a dodgy timing belt making the scream. He did say that off all the shots he fired at it, not one pellet hole was found in the wooden fence at the back of the garden. They did move away a few months later, he put the blame on the weirdo who lived upstairs messing round with oujia boards.
Anyway having a large packet to drop off I buzz for entry and enter. It was quite a old building and I always like the look of these old Georgian buildings. The bottom floor has been turned into a foyer; with the three flats on the top landing. So I drop off the packet to the woman and walk down the long stairs on my merry way.
About 6 steps from the botton I feel what can only be described as a Herculean push in my back. I not only clear the six steps at the bottom; I slam into the wall. I have no idea what could have down this save a ninja.
But my dad has a great one, which I think he was either drunk at the time or lying. Either way it is a good un. Way back in the 70's, when my parents were not long married they stayed in a bottom floor flat in a town called Blackburn ( The Subo one) oddly enough I stay in the same town now. So after getting home late one night from the Army base he worked at, he took the dog out for its nightly walk. We as a family have always had Afghan Hounds, as they are big, docile and generally good natured beasts.
So after walking it around the block a few times he walks it into the communal garden of the flat, planning to come in via the back door. When suddenly the dog starts making a crazed attempt to go for something in the back garden. Pulling the dog back on the lead and wondering what is making the normally quiet dog, which had never even barked before, make a frenzied attempt to attack something in the garden. He looked up and saw it.
He described the thing which was about 12 ft away as a black floating form with glowing red eyes. It stood around 5ft tall and would inch a few ft forward and back and made a sound like a pig screaming. I've never heard a pig scream but I can imagine.
So running into the flat he grabs his 2.2 air rifle and starts taking shots at this thing, which takes some balls imo. When suddenly the thing just disappates into thin air. To this day I like the curtains closed at night incase I see the red eyes in the dark.
I put it down to booze and a cars rear light with a dodgy timing belt making the scream. He did say that off all the shots he fired at it, not one pellet hole was found in the wooden fence at the back of the garden. They did move away a few months later, he put the blame on the weirdo who lived upstairs messing round with oujia boards.
Out of interest, did the experience make you want to research the UFO phenomena, or just push it from your mind? I wouldn't worry about people not believing you - a lie detector result won't change their mind. Some people just can't accept things like that.
If its dark in my room I've always got to have some music going just to make myself think someones there (like if they were talking to me, not the ghost form) 
