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We were told this report b a lady called Laura from Pagham
Bognor Regis on what is called the lower Bognor Road is a area called Lagness
near The Royal Oak Pub, before the pub heading towards Chichester are some fir
trees in front of the house on the right and a public footpath runs across the
fields just before here on the left
She was travelling to pagham from Chichester so trees on
left by bus during the afternoon in the summer of 2008 the weather was muggy
when she saw a figure of a man in a long black coat , a white ruff collar,
black hat, long hair – he seemed to be dressed as someone from the 1800’s.. He
was standing in the middle of the road with the bus heading towards him the
driver did not stop and drove through him, shocked she looked out of the window
behind the bus and no man was in the road. Everyone else on the bus was
carrying on as normal. He was standing in the road level with the footpath.
After this event she spoke to some people living in cottages near by but they
had not heard of this haunting. This area of road that goes past the pub has
had a milk maid reported as being seen about 4 years ago and a phantom bagpiper
who again was driven through about 15 or more years ago. .
I was
burgled around 2 months ago so I went a
bit overboard with security including night vision cameras, while browsing
through the footage I had recorded to
hard disk I noticed a very bright light being picked up on the night vision
camera. At first I thought the burglar had come back for some more booty but on
closer inspection its the weirdest thing I’ve ever seen, it starts at 1.45am
and goes on until 4.30am, the night vision only records at 25 frames per second
so when you speed this up to around 50 which is nearly normal speed these
lights are lightning they look like there looking through the back window at my
indoor aviary. You can almost see a face omitting from the glow they also change
shape and at the end of the footage split into 3 and whiz off. I have tried to
simulate this effect with laser pens, mirrors torches but to no avail, the
strangest thing is the night before I just started to scan some old
negatives which I’ve had since I was a kid. It seemed like these lights were
trying to enter my house but couldn’t. Anyway that is my strange story and if
you want me to post the images i will all the best from bob in
Hi...in
1960 I was serving with the R.A.F. in
In a
bungalow bedroom at the R.A.F. Regiment wing I shared a room with 2 other men
and it was about 0230 in the morning.
It was
very hot and unable to sleep I turned over facing the door and saw the
transparent shape of a youth in R.A.F. issue vest and underpants walk slowly
across the room and he passed straight through the wall.
It
shocked my nervous system and I developed a speech impediment which took me
years to get over.
NO: I
had not been drinking; I was not and never have been a boozer (Drinker)...
horrible stuff!
I saw
what I saw and I can remember it as though it were yesterday.
I
found out later that a number of young Airmen had been killed in their beds by
EOKA Terrorists.
From
Arthur Dale...
About
1997 time I left Felixstowe docks early one Saturday morning heading home in my
44 ton Volvo along the A14.
When
passing the town of
With
no lay by I was not able to stop but I slowed right down and remember thinking
that if it were a conventional aircraft it would wake up the whole town.
When
my old school mate Michael was dying of cancer he was reduced to a skeleton and
because a nurse in his own home didn't check his blood sugar level he
was taken to hospital in a diabetic coma.
He
came out of it and was eager to tell me something.
He was
very weak and he said while he was out he was floating (Morphine probably) in a
dark void, in silence, and great peace and was slowly moving into a beautiful
white light.....
A
voice said... Michael, go back...but he
wanted to keep moving into this light.........
The
voice said again...Michael, go
back...and he told me he had come back to suffering.
I told
him he would go into the light eventually and he did a few days later when he
passed away.
Michael
came back to me through John, a Scots medium in
John
only knew my name was Arthur and he knew nothing else about me.
He waffled
on about Uncle Albert who I was very kind too before he died and then John
said...Michael's here...and
I had been waiting for that...
To cut
a long story short John was 100% accurate in everything he said
including a bad accident I had on a London Motorway that Michael
apparently told him about.
I was
not meant to go that day.
SOME
NAMES CHANGED FROM ARTHUR DALE IN
Cannot
remember exact dates about 1990-ish.
I
lived in
One
sunday afternoon I lay on the grass, enjoying the warmth of the sun, outside
our flat at Street near
Andrew
was playing football with his mates and I looked left at the Mendip Hills
(North).
A
metallic looking oval disc, slightly tilted, shot from the northern horizon to
the southern horizon in about 8 to 10 seconds, briefly disappearing behind a
white cloud and reappearing.
I
shouted Andrew but by the time he answered the disc (UFO) had gone and there
was not a sound.
I never
took my eyes off the disc and why no sonic boom?
..Arthur Dale.
I have
took photographs in the Chalice well gardens at historic Glastonbury and things
appear on photo's that do not appear to the naked eye.
Examine
the enclosed photo and what do you see in the grassed area on the left?
The
little face is clearly visible and someone else sees the figure 4
look
at this double exposure taken in the chalice gardens...I have had about 50
reprints off the negative and a number of enlargements and everyone sees
something different in this photograph.
From
Arthur Dale
I have
never used the ouija board as it's dangerous but I find if I place a finger on
small items they tend to move.
I used
to play about with this in the truck at night to pass the time away.
Amongst
the many problems I had in a new truck was electrical faults continuously and
eventually the exasperated fitter said...
I think it's you Arfur, you're a psychic nut case.
Thank you Mick, I love you too...I said.
I
parked in a field one night at a farm in the
It had
been a hard day so I went to sleep while it was still light.
A
sharp tap on the windscreen woke me up...not for the first time.
It was
like a coin being tapped and I jumped out immediately but no one was there, I
was completely alone.
I had
a wire pen holder and had 3 biro pens in it that you pushed into each of the
holes.
I
always used the 3rd. pen nearest to me to get the customer to sign for the
load.
When
getting back into the cab the 2nd. pen had moved over and I had to replace it
and this kept happening over and over again.
I
never actually saw a pen move but thought that if anyone were to get in the cab
they would not be moving a pen, they would probably steal something.
Voices
kept waking me in the night.
I had
a note pad and little pen to write instructions when the boss was on the phone
to me.
Messages
used to appear when I awoke next morning but they didn't make sense and I
should have saved the notes.
Bulbs
kept blowing and Volvo said it must be a power surge.
The
Fitter told the boss to take the vehicle off me.
Then
after many more strange incidents it just stopped and I changed my job anyway.
Arthur
Dale.