ladydsm
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never been on a ghost hunt but would love too any one else up for it.
You are all freaking me out. I am going to poop myself when I am left on my own in the dark in my lonely cabin at the front of the train. eek! .... Has anyone ever gone on one of those ghost hunts that are more common now since Most Haunted started?
never been on a ghost hunt but would love too any one else up for it.
Apparently (Guardian, 'Bad Science', yesterday) there's a guy in the 'States who has a long-standing offer of a million dollars to anyone who can prove the existance of the supernatural.
Needless to say, his money remains unclaimed.
Kernowfem - I recommended that because I know on the forums there are younger members who are easily sucked in to this sort of thing, I know this stuff can have a detrimental affect on people. It's meddling in the unknown.![]()
Sorry just catching up on this rather cool thread....but in reply to this one, maybe someone should escort this guy down into the Edinburgh vaults set up a nice bed for him, say n'night and leave him for a few hours. I guarantee he will get quite a bit of first hand proof from that and thats a cool million in your back pocket hehe
Easy money, then. Wonder why, if it's that simple, no-one's done it and his fortune remains unclaimed?![]()
Maybe they have but he just didn't want to go?...If he is that determined to find proof then why doesn't he do it himself? Would save him a bit of money...probably scared![]()
Captain speaking...glad to see your still dropping in on this thread
Just cant stay away??
Well Kernow, when Polls so misses the point (how, I wonder - it's not rocket science is it?) I have no option but to participate, even though I'd rather not.
Don't hold your breath Kernofem. Captain Speaking's beligerant contributions are depriving you of some great contributions.
That is about as twisted a bit of logic as I have ever seen (and I have studied it!). It is not possible to prove a negative, certainly, but that does not "prove" the positive. I cannot prove that, if I drop a ball, it will not fall upwards in revolt against gravity; but this does not "prove" that gravity exists.....Since it is not possible to prove a negative, then the logical conclusion is that since there is no proof that the paranormal does exist, then he is correct - the paranormal does not exist.
By definition, the paranormal is outside the sphere of the normal. I would suggest that all current reliable measuring devices are operating within the "normal", and hence cannot reliably be used to prove the existence or otherwise of the paranormal. Throughout history, the advance of science has involved inventing means of measuring things that were thought to be outside normal, and thus bringing them inside normality. By "proving" paranormality we stop it being paranormal.If it did, by now some proof would have been demonstrated.
Don't hold your breath Kernofem. Captain Speaking's beligerant contributions are depriving you of some great contributions.
Sad to hear that your Uncle has passed awayI've arrived rather late to this very interesting thread. I have first hand experience of unexplained events that occured at a fenland signalbox which was not too unlike the one Old Timer described with the block bell.
As a child I got taken unofficially to many of the local signalboxes as it was a a way of my parents getting some free babysitting and time off from their darling ankle biter. I spent lots of happy hours watching my lovely and kind uncle work the boxes and I loved seeing and feeling the constant and large variety of the trains rattling past. The 1970s turned into the 1980s and still the old way of life and equipment in these mechanical boxes which I grew to love still clung on. The old fashioned railway fascinated me even at an early age and many of the old boys including train crew took me under their wing and showed me how things worked. We were still firmly in the world of Romessee stoves, oil lit signals and loco hauled trains. It was sadly all soon to change, but at this moment in time mobile phones, health and safety and the need to conduct a risk assessment before you could go for a wee were all stiill a few years away.
My uncle was a relief man and by virtue of the very rural nature of his patch, he had to travel many miles to work the large variety of signalboxes he signed. At weekends he would often ask if I wanted to accompany him which as I got older usually meant working the box under his supervision. I was hooked!!
It was a bright, clear and crisp autumnal Saturday afternoon when we arrived at the box to relieve the early turn. There were trains waiting the road at both the up and down starter signals which for the volume of traffic on that line was very normal. I was about 15 years old and hadn't joined the railway yet but by then I was very practiced in the art of working a signalbox. This particular box I had been to only a couple of times previously but it was a very typical up and down AB box, crossover, level crossing and not much else!
At about 5pm we had a gap in traffic. My uncle had spent most of the shift so far lounging in the seemingly ancient armchair with an equally ancient phone receiver placed to his ear. He was providing me with a fine display of multi-tasking which included balancing the train register, rolling a roll up with one hand and reading out 'dead certs' from the Racing Post down the phone to his mate Eric who was working a couple of block sections away.
The dead cert more than likely lost, Eric went out to do his gates and it was time for the tea to be poured and for me to sit down. It was just starting to get dark and at this point we heard the wicket gate bang against the stops and footsteps outside on the wooden boards. Judging by the expletives and mad whirlwind of fag ash as the radio was concealed, my uncle wasn't too impressed by this potential visit from the boss. It was just as well that he had his long standing habit of locking the box door. It had saved him a few times in the past and bought those vital few additional seconds to square things up so to speak.
There was a brief silence before the door slammed violently open against the back wall of the box. The wooden door had a window and neither of us had seen anyone come to the top of the stairs but plain and simply in front of our eyes the door was wide open. Halfway between a mixture of bewilderment and annoyance my uncle went over to the door and tried to close it but the big heavy lock was still locked and the door wouldn't go back inside the frame without having to unlock it first!! There was no damage to the lock or to the door frame and no logical explanation for what we had both just witnessed.
As Old Timer pointed out, lots of strange things occured in these places but many railwaymen never talked about them for fear of being ridiculed.
My uncle passed away in 2004 and many of the signalboxes including the one mentioned here are now just memories. As the semaphore signals came crashing to the ground, a small pocket of history and a way of life was exstinguished in the name of progress. I often think about the events of that afternoon 20+ years ago but I'm very certain at what I saw and experienced. The weather was calm and still and there were no trains in the section to cause vibrations. It still makes my spine tingle thinking about it.
Does anyone have any knowledge of any ghosts at Charfield station? Ive heard a few references to them online, but not much detail.