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PostPosted: Thu Jan 08, 2004 11:12 am    Post subject: Does anyone have any ghost stories of Birmingham Reply with quote

Hiya

Does anyone have any ghost stories of Birmingham, or have seen something funny ( other than the manager or wife!)

Please leave a message. My ambition is to write a book on unknow ghosts of the area and maybe you can help me.

Look forward to hearing from you.
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PostPosted: Thu Jan 15, 2004 1:51 am    Post subject: Hello let me introduce myself Reply with quote

Hello Pat. This is an interesting subject. I don’t really know where to begin but in some way you might be able to assist me. My name is Michael Pennington. I have lived in a very old house in Oldbury for a number of years now. It is by a canal and has been in a dilapidated state for over 30 years, having once been used as a repair boatyard for those using the newly opened canals.

However, very recently it has been converted to an office. The change is amazing. Builders have restored the old beams, the roof no longer leaks, the painters and decorators have done a wonderful job on the interior and this is now a very very nice place to live. Anyway, I am rambling on here so I will try and get down to what I was going to say.

I had no initial experience of computers but I heard the office workers every day and I would watch them intensely on occasions. I really had no idea that I would be able to operate one. I am amazed at what has happened to be honest. Technology is a fantastic thing. My computer experience has changed my very existence. It started around Christmas time but I had better give you a little background information first. My story goes back some time.

In March 1971 I was walking along the canal bank. New attempts were being made to turn the canals into leisure areas and this particular walkway was in good order. It was a typical spring day and the weather was bright and sunny. It was around 2 am in the afternoon. I had just passed the doorway of this old boatyard building, the very same one I live in now. Anyway, suddenly someone grabbed me from behind and I could hear agitated voices and a sharp pain in my back. What followed was something I would not wish on anyone. Essentially I was beaten to a pulp and thrown down the coal shaft of this particular property.

To this day I have no idea why they did this to me but it has affected me ever since and it is one of the reasons why I have these psychic powers. Anyway, Birmingham is a busy place so I waited for someone to pass the building so that I could shout and attract someone’s attention. I was feeling weak and miserable and in considerable pain. I drifted in and out of sleep for some time. I could feel that I was sitting in a pool of my own blood. I was desperate to get out of there as the weather was getting colder and colder. What happened next was really weird.

I think it was morning time when I found myself looking down on my own body. I nearly had a heart attack but suddenly realised that for something like that to happen I would have to be actually in my own body. There was a pool of blood around my lifeless figure. I looked stony cold and weird. It gave me the shudders. I could see that I had been pushed down a deep shaft. I really did look a mess. I could see the extent of the beatings I had taken and could hardly recognise myself.

Nervously inching forward I tried to find a way to climb out of the room I was in. I could see the light coming in from the doors that I had been bundled through. They were about twice my height in distance from the uneven floor of the poorly lit room. Only a ray of sunlight provided the means by which to see and I could not fully comprehend the extent of the size of the room or make out the far wall. At this point I realised that the wall had a rubbery sensation. The ground had that same creepy feeling to it. In actual fact, I soon realised that I couldn’t actually touch anything properly. It was then that I became paranoid. This was not an out of body experience at all. I had actually died. I was dead. No more me. But why was I thinking? Why was I even able to see my own lifeless corpse on the ground. Was I a ghost? I can’t begin to explain the strange feelings and sense of awe I had at the time. If I was a spirit then what on earth was my purpose. What are ghosts supposed to do and was I destined to spend an eternity in this dingy trap that had suddenly become my prison? I had no explanations. There was no logic or reason.

I hate to admit it. I cried. I did all the usual feeling sorry for myself, thinking about what relatives and friends might be wondering. How would they find me? Would they ever find me? Was my will up to date?

The first few days were the worst. Stuck there. Nothing happening. No hope. No visitors. No nothing. It was on the fifth day that the light was particularly strong and I could make out a staircase towards the far end of the room. I hadn’t ventured anywhere where I couldn’t see. Crazy as it may sound I am scared of the dark and I was worried about venturing into the dark unknown. As if I wasn’t already there.

When I reached the staircase it had the same rubbery spongy feeling as the walls and floor but I could move up it. I could actually tread each step and move upwards. I remember thinking at the time that this was a ridiculous situation to be in. I mean ghosts are supposed to walk through walls are they not? Anyway, imagine my absolute sense of joy when I found that I was on another floor and could walk round 5 rooms, with offices and a repair yard. Then the sense of elation that I had when I discovered yet another floor and more rooms and an area that had been used as living accommodation. You might think it strange that I was so excited but how would you have liked to have remained in that dark dungeon below.

Time passed by. Each day was pretty much the same as the last. I memorised every object in the building and would sit for hours and hours watching people from the window as they passed by the canal walkway. No one ever found my body. I never ventured down there again. It depressed me. The thought of what had been me slowly decaying in that dank and dark room. Gradually I was buried under rubbish and waste that people kept throwing in through the open shaft. Some years back the foundations of the building were shored up and concrete was poured into the room via a long tube from a barge carrying what must have been pre mixed concrete. I suppose it was in an effort to stop the building becoming unstable. This property was built around the 1850’s.

My life, or lack of life, became a routine. I would always wonder why I was in this situation. If this happened to everyone then why didn’t I see other spirits or ghosts? Why couldn’t I walk through walls or windows and get outside. Having a wander around outside was my burning ambition. Being alone with all my thoughts was the worst part of it all, and the fact that I could not touch or move anything was horrible. I had an old newspaper sitting on the floor for years and could only read the pages that were open. Over and over again I have read it until it faded and faded and became unreadable.

No one ever came. That was so lonely. For years no one paid any attention to the building at all. I don’t really know how long it was before the first visitor came. That was an experience I can tell you. It was a rainy day and the two well dressed gentlemen turned up in one of those new fancy cars ( cars were getting more and more modern and the skyline was changing ) with what I imagine was someone from the Council and a surveyor. I listened with excitement as the clunking and battering of the door continued for several minutes as they struggled to gain entry. All of a sudden the door burst open and I was face to face with the first real people I had seen close up in years. It’s no good asking me how many years because time had no meaning for me. Well, not until recently.

Here I was, face to face with real live people again and what did I do? I made a bolt for the open door. I remember the trauma of it all. The open space that they had just walked through was for me that same rubbery touch and feel of the walls, the floor and everything else. My heart or perhaps I should say my spirit, sank. No escape for me after all these years.

Still, I was going to make the most of this. I could clearly hear them talking as if I was actually alive. They were surveying the building. New development was mentioned. Demolition or conversion was discussed. I leapt up and down, screamed at them, tried to push them, anything to try and communicate. Nothing. It’s awkward but when you want people to talk and talk because you miss human contact they don’t say much. I mean this was the most exciting thing that had happened for years and they spent most of their time with a tape measure and making notes.

The men were in the early fifties. Imagine my surprise when one of the men looked straight at me and stared with a puzzled look. Seizing the opportunity I ran towards him shouting and screaming and trying to push him, staring into his eyes, pressing my face right up close against his. He had this strange look on his face but I know he couldn’t see me. What could it be? What had made him look at me and why was he acting in this way with a distracted look and lack of concentration. He was as rubbery and non touchable as everything else and yet you couldn’t pass through him like you could a closed door. I have never worked out why I cannot walk outside through the walls and yet I can pass effortlessly around the interior of the building and closed doors. Don’t believe everything you read in ghost stories. Trust me, I know.

It was then that he surprised me. He came straight out with it. I remember the words as if he had just spoken them. “Jack, this place gives me the creeps I keep feeling as if there is someone else here with us” he said. Can you imagine how I felt. Somehow he had managed to sense or pick up something from me. A sixth sense perhaps. I wish I could have been a poltergeist and capable of throwing something around the room but years of trying had conditioned me to the fact that I had no control over anything and no way of changing my unfortunate circumstances. Nothing else eventful happened that day. Jack dismissed his friends comment with a callous and flippant remark about the building possibly being haunted.

Time and seasons passed again. I had hoped that things would have improved after their visit but nothing changed. That is, until June 21st 2003. How would I know that? I will explain. One day the doors of the building burst open. My whole world was interrupted by a band of seven men charging through the building talking excitedly about materials and making lists and running hither and thither in all directions.

Things were about to change. My world became a hive of activity. A radio burst into life and I knew what year and day I was in. Thirty years had passed. It had seemed like a thousand years. All of a sudden I was learning things again. I was taking in information, watching real live people as they started to transform my home. This was real excitement. The sound of the Brummie workmen, how I had missed that accent, how I had missed people. My world was alive. Every day different and new people would turn up. Visitors came and went. They carried strange little plastic and metal phones that had no leads or obvious connections. I know these are mobile phones now but imagine my surprise at the time. Many objects were strange to me. I just hadn’t seen them before. These days I know as much as you do. Probably more. You will see why in due course.

Within just a couple of months I was wandering around a wonderful and bright new building. It was modern and comfortable looking and designed in a design like I never realised existed. The lighting is so soothing and natural and at nights I have light now which I never had before. They always leave a light on for me. I am so grateful for that.

Without doubt this new chapter of events has transformed my existence. I actually know that I do exist. The building work is finished now and there are 21 people that work from these offices. They are a consultancy firm and I know every character and name. I know what the Manager gets up to after hours in his office and I know that the cleaner is having an affair with the sales executive. The most fascinating thing of all is watching what they do on their computers. I used to watch for hours on end, day after day. I read everything that appeared on their screens. I would move from one desk to another and absorb the information.

Janet appeared on the scene one day and without warning. This was strange because I used to sit in on interviews and find out just who was starting or leaving. Janet must have had her interview off site and I must have missed out on any conversation about her. The thing with Janet is that she knows I am here. She is very receptive. She has a sixth sense but she is not fearful of my existence. She comes from Dudley.

Janet used to comment about feeling the place was haunted when I got close to her. Her friends would laugh. She soon gave up. Janet reads the news online and reads more interesting things than the others do. She is not as busy as the others and has quite a bit of spare time. She has noticed over time that whenever she is reading the news or anything of interest, she can feel my presence. At first she was nervous and now she is comfortable. Imagine my surprise one day when I sat down beside her and she turned towards me and said quietly “I know you are there, I can feel that you are around. You like the news don’t you”. I was overjoyed. I suddenly felt recognised and no longer alone. Janet gave me a whole new sense of hope and ambition. She was the one that finally taught me how to communicate. How to communicate with the outside world in a way I never thought possible.

There are certain considerations and concerns I have about sharing this story with you and everyone else. I mean for obvious reasons most people are going to think that this is all an elaborate hoax. I also would hate to lead anyone down the garden path but all will be revealed. Be patient with me. I have so much more to do. So much more to tell. I am using a laptop computer from the office. Janet is communicating with me and I have proved to her that I am what I am. She is helping me to break through the boundaries of what you would probably call the supernatural.

How did I find a way to create type? How do I access the internet. What is it I want? Just what is the reason that I am here. What are ghosts supposed to do?. I know you will have your theories, your guesses. Some may be right, others will be wrong. There will be surprises for you too. I am also not the only spirit mind to be using the internet. There are hundreds of us. Thousands in fact.

I have to go, I have contact on ICQ. I am being called. Its nearly 2 am and this is my time. The time when I am alive again. I have so much to do before the first arrival at 7am. I have to stop when they arrive for work. My existence is so exciting these days. I don’t sleep or eat so I can be busy 24 hours a day. That’s the part I love best. I wasted so much time sleeping when I was alive.

I nearly didn’t post this article on such a public forum as this but your message struck a chord and it seemed right to answer. I know I am announcing my existence which was not my intention but then it doesn’t really matter because it will be dismissed as a crank or a story writer.

Wait for me to come back. I will explain the rest of my story. Leave me a message if you wish. Back soon.
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PostPosted: Thu Jan 15, 2004 3:02 pm    Post subject: Is this for real? Reply with quote

Is this a real story of a famous Birmingham ghost or is someone just making this up as they go along. I've never heard of this before. Where is this building in Oldbury?
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PostPosted: Thu Jan 15, 2004 10:42 pm    Post subject: Here I lie a shadow of me former self Reply with quote

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PostPosted: Thu Jan 15, 2004 11:00 pm    Post subject: Thank You Reply with quote

Thank you for your answer. I cannot reveal the location of the property as I have no wish to cause a flood of visitors to the premises. All will be revealed in good time.

The picture of the skeleton does not look at all like me.



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PostPosted: Fri Jan 16, 2004 1:56 pm    Post subject: interesting Reply with quote

What you have to say is very interesting, can't wait to hear the rest of your story! Can Janet actually see you? or only sense you? Did they find your body when they rebuilt the property?

What skills have you learnt since this new office has been built?

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PostPosted: Fri Jan 16, 2004 8:40 pm    Post subject: wheres the ghost gone. Come back here. Reply with quote

I hate that when people, I mean ghosts leave a half finsished story. I do hope the fella comes back he was a good egg. I reckon I hafv half an idea where this boat yard place is too. I mean the building what hes on about.
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PostPosted: Sat Jan 17, 2004 12:03 am    Post subject: Part II Reply with quote


Thank you Liss for you interest. Het spijt me, ik spreek geen Nederlands. Before I go on I will answer your question. Janet cannot see me at all. In fact no one can see me. I have not found a way to reveal myself and struggle to understand how it is that some people are able to see ghosts. I am at a loss to understand why I cannot be seen at all. I have some hope that someone with special equipment will be able to actually see me at some point in the future. Apparently ghosts give off some form of electricity if we are to believe the claims and there are professional ghost hunters who claim to be able to locate ghosts. If I am indeed a ghost. I will refer to myself as ghost or spirit though. I have to accept that I am not alive. I do however exist.

Janet could only sense me but that will change as you will see further on. She still cannot see me. The only time I have actually had anyone else sense me is when I had that visit some years back from the surveyor and his colleague. This is strange in itself as there are many visitors to the office and there are 21 full time workers here.

When they rebuilt the property they did not dig out the concrete that was poured into the dark cellar I ended up in. I never venture down there and whilst some workers did go down there a few times I have no idea what was done. There is no way in from the outside now as the hole I was pushed through has been bricked up. The door that used to lead to the cellar area is no longer there. That doorway was bricked up too. I think I have been sealed in my tomb.

If anyone could help me with this I would appreciate it. Am I here because my body has not been found? If it is found and I have a decent burial then what happens to me afterwards? Some writings refer to the spirit being confused and not knowing how to move on. Move on where?

With regard to my skills I will elaborate on this later. I have been a quick learner. It is easy to learn quickly when you have so much time and you do not sleep at all.

One gentleman has already asked where the boatyard is. I fear I cannot reveal this at present due the fact that I would not wish to cause this company a problem. I do not want people ghost hunting or turning up making claims and statements. I need to find out more about my situation and discover a way of resolving my predicament. At the moment I am actually enjoying the fact that I can communicate with people who are alive.

Anyway, I will continue where I left off last time.

One day I was at Janet’s side reading about the latest news as she scrolled through the BBC web site. Nothing was really much different than any previous day but I could see that Janet was in deep thought. She suddenly whispered “Lets see what we can find out about ghosts and spirits”. I was so pleased that she had been inspired by my presence and that she was going to try and help me. She must have spent hours and hours surfing the internet and we read many topics and some quite cranky stories about ghosts.

Some of the information is very informative and some is just downright ridiculous. I even read that only evil folk or people who have done something wrong in life can possibly end up as ghosts. This was written by some fool in Utah in the USA. Just what does he know.

Janet was engrossed in the subject and so was I. From that day on, Janet would spend around an hour a day just on the subject of the supernatural. There is so much information out there. She is so considerate she would always spend some time checking the news as well. Janet would even leave her laptop on at night with a news ticker, a sports ticker and anything else she could find of interest so that I would not get bored. She still does. She is also the person who made sure that a light was left on. The most frustrating thing is that I could not thank her and would have to settle for her just knowing I was there. Or so I thought.

On September last, I had read all the information that was flashing up and down on the news tickers, the repetitive scrolling was beginning to get a bit tedious. I looked carefully at the keyboard of Janet’s laptop and examined the machine in minute detail. Every little piece of information is so important to me. If I had my time again I would study and be as hungry for knowledge as I am now. You never appreciate these things when you are alive. I mean, I do not have anything else to do except hang around.

I was becoming acquainted with computers. After all I watch everything and everybody here at the office. The laptop at the office is connected to a permanent internet connection. It is with BT Broadband and the company has a server. This was what brought my attention to the flashing light showing wireless on. Janet had somehow accidentally activated it when it wasn’t necessary.

I moved my hand over the keyboard in deep thought and wished that I could operate this marvel of technology. The same spongy touch and rubbery feel. I sighed as only a ghost can sigh. It was then that I noticed what I thought was a slight movement in the mouse cursor. I ran my hand over the keyboard and willed it to do something. Again I was sure the mouse cursor flickered. I pressed both my hands on the laptop and pushed as I have pushed and pulled on things thousands of times in the past. The internet explorer browser opened. For the first time since my death I actually felt something physical. I felt a kind of electrical charge pass through my non existant body. I was astounded. Something phenomenal had happened here.

After hours of experimenting I found I could place my finger, that is, place what I understand as my finger and where my finger would have been if I was human, on the mouse pad and move the cursor around the screen. The wireless connection indicator was flickering as if a signal was present. I was frantic with excitement and desperation. All night I moved the cursor in short jerky movements backwards and forwards across the desktop. By early morning I had mastered how to open the internet browser and other programs on the laptop. It now occurred to me that the wireless connection might have something to do with my new found ability in being able to make the laptop function. What if Janet noticed it on and decided to turn it off. I was fighting against time. I needed to do something.

I opened a word document. Painstakingly slowly I mastered how to make a letter appear on the open document. It is hard to convey to you the pride and sense of achievement that I felt. For over thirty years I could only watch and observe. Suddenly something had given me the chance to do something wonderful that I had never thought possible in my wildest dreams. Ghosts do dream you know. Well, in a sense, although we are awake all the time.

I had to stop Janet from cutting off this connection. I started to try and write her a note. How could I explain. It was taking me too long. She would be coming in to work soon. Each letter was taking me ages. Another astounding discovery - I had never until now worried about time, since my death. I was acting all human again.

What if Janet treated the note as a cheap prank and ignored my message. How could I convince her that I was here and that what she had sensed was trying to communicate with her. Imagine how you would feel. I had no choice and no time. I wrote,

Do not turn of wireless switch. Your friend Michael Pennington died March 19th 1971. Please please plea

That was as far as I got. I heard her unlocking the door and turning off the alarm. She was soon at her desk. I would have held my breath but…. Well you know…. Janet put her handbag down beside the chair and went straight to make a coffee. I was worried. I thought she would have seen the message straight away. When she came back she stopped in her tracks and stared at the screen. She had been last to lock up and the first to open up the offices. I was banking on that fact. Suddenly she smiled, turned, and walked back down the corridor. Something was wrong.

I followed her to the alarm control panel. She was checking when the last entry had been made into the premises. Her face was a picture when she realised that no one but herself had been in there since the alarm was last set. Back to the computer we went. I saw her worried and confused. I didn’t like that but this was so important. She sat at her desk and stared at the message. The open word document with its message that had taken me so long to write. Was she convinced? Probably not. I didn’t know.

Suddenly she typed in a message under my text

Do not turn of wireless switch. Your friend Michael Pennington died March 19th 1971. Please please plea

This is ridiculous I don’t even know why I am bothering to type this but if you are there and I feel that I can sense something please reply

I had to do something fast. I concentrated, pressed into the spongy rubbery void over the keyboard and……..thankfully it appeared. I had typed the letter h.

Janet reeled back on her chair. She was in deep shock. I was worried that she might switch the device off or delete the document thinking that she had a virus. She started typing. Over a period of 25 minutes this is the result of our first encounter.


Do not turn of wireless switch. Your friend Michael Pennington died March 19th 1971. Please please plea

This is ridiculous I don’t even know why I am bothering to type this but if you are there and I feel that I can sense something please reply

h

I don’t know how that happened but I am sure this is not happening

Y

I sense you are present but I am feeling silly someone is playing a prank on me

N

You mean no. You are a very slow typist

Y

Is that really you. Are you really called Michael Pennington

Y

Are you dead

Y

You want me to leave the wireless switch in the on position

Y

Is this how you are able to communicate with me

Y

You are obviously having problem with speed of type. I am going to run a virus check on my computer as I am not wholly convinced that this is for real.

Y

Janet got up off her chair, ran her fingers through her hair and looked stressed. People were starting to arrive. She had to be careful. I knew that I was on my first step to being able to communicate with the living. Everything had changed. This was a miracle.

Janet minimised the word document and went about her work but it was obvious that she found it hard to concentrate. For once and to add to my frustration she had a busy day. I could hardly contain my excitement. I wanted to communicate. It would be impossible whilst people are in the office.

Janet had no chance to follow things up. She tried to stay late after work but Peter offered her a lift. He is the accountant. I suddenly went off him. Janet left the word document open and the wireless connection live.

I wrote a message for her to collect in the morning

Janet, I know you find this hard to believe but please believe that this is me. I need to communicate with you. Something wonderful happened last night and I think it may have something to do with the wireless connection on your laptop. I am not sure but I think it has a relevance.

Typing a message is so slow. I cannot type like you type. I seem to have to concentrate on what I want and press what would be to you almost an imaginary keyboard. I press and concentrate and it works. I am getting better at it. I am mastering how it is working.

I have just visited the BBC web site and read the news on my own. Check your favourites I have bookmarked an article on communicating with ghosts. I really want you to read it. Please try and understand that this is really happening.

http://www.utahghost.org/research_pages/communicate_with_ghosts.html

Janet I know you sense my being. You are the only one to recognise my existence. Do you realise how important that is for me. I need your help.
Do you mind if I create an email account with Yahoo on your computer?

I look forward to seeing you in the morning as I always do.

Yours

Michael

That night I read about electrical energy. I hunted the internet for information. I need data. I need lots of it. I have to comprehend what has happened to me and find a solution. I already have some ideas on what I need to do next.

I am being called. Another spirit is present. I can’t ignore him. I will come back. Wait for me to come back. I will explain the rest of my story and tell you about how I walked out of the building last month. Leave me a message if you wish.
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PostPosted: Sat Jan 17, 2004 4:39 pm    Post subject: Explain This! Reply with quote

I hope you are not using some dead guys name. I started to do a look up on the internet. Not that I was believing this but the story was good and I was bored. At first I found nothing and in the end I didnt find much but I would like to know what the explanation is for this:

http://www.angelfire.com/folk/pennington/
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PostPosted: Sun Jan 18, 2004 1:11 am    Post subject: spirit Reply with quote

Hi there! Great to hear your story. Thanks also for answering the questions. I would also like to know do how do you see yourself, as you were when you were alive as a physical form? Do you still feel like a human as you walk about the building or are you more of a presence?

Have you come across any other spirits yet, if so how does that feel? Sorry for all the questions you will probably get around to telling us all this soon anyway.

Look forward to hearing the next part.... Liss

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PostPosted: Sun Jan 18, 2004 9:39 am    Post subject: why Reply with quote

If you are a ghost Michael, like you say you are, why didn't you type a message to Janet to tell her that your body was buried under the concrete? Surely if you think that you cannot 'move on' until your body is found, then that would seem a natural course of action.
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PostPosted: Sun Jan 18, 2004 3:59 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

what are names of the rest of your family, who have you left behind?
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PostPosted: Sun Jan 18, 2004 4:07 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

As you have now given your name to Janet, surely you would be on a missing persons list some where. Janet could show the police the messages you have left and start an investigation, which does not have to be common knowledge. The story you have left on this forum you could leave for Janet to read and as she is often in the building before anyone else, she could check the area where you say you are. If like you say the area has been filled in and the entrance bricked up, the police could still investigate without this getting out before it needs to.
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PostPosted: Sun Jan 18, 2004 5:20 pm    Post subject: this Reply with quote

there is nothin here to prove you are who you say you are. how do you expect us to believe you icon_confused.gif
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PostPosted: Sun Jan 18, 2004 5:41 pm    Post subject: how interesting Reply with quote

oooh a spook using a laptop, how freaky is that? icon_eek.gif

maybe Michael you should tell Janet where you're buried so you can move on to pastures new! icon_wink.gif

R.I.P! icon_rolleyes.gif [/b]
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PostPosted: Sun Jan 18, 2004 5:57 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

How do we know that you are not the writer Michael Pennington just telling another story icon_lol.gif
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PostPosted: Sun Jan 18, 2004 6:14 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Theres nothing in the missing persons file about you. Why wouldn't your family have made a plea for you, which would then make you a missing person??
I would of thought that the firm that you say now own the property would want you to be found.
Why dont you write a book, you seem to be able to tell a good story.
If what you say is true, dont you think that people would want to know that there is now proof, and you are the person/spirit/ghost to prove this.
Give us the names of your family or are you just going to say no as you dont wish to cause them pain.
If you were my lost loved one then I would want to know.
A computer can be set up that is not conncted to the net and you could leave a message in front of witnesses to prove that you are there.
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PostPosted: Sun Jan 18, 2004 6:17 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

When do you intend answering these questions??
Surely the firm in the building you are trapped in, is not open now.
Why can you not start typing now?
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PostPosted: Sun Jan 18, 2004 6:29 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Michael Pennington how did you join this forum, did you register? icon_wink.gif
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PostPosted: Sun Jan 18, 2004 6:37 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Michael Pennington why dont you join Most Haunted and post a thread there? There will be a few meduims that may be able to help you.
All you have to do is go to livingtv web site and click on haunted 3 and register there. There will be many people who will be interested in talking to you. icon_smile.gif
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PostPosted: Sun Jan 18, 2004 6:55 pm    Post subject: I am here Reply with quote



Thank you for all your interest. Thank you Shifty Toes for your web site with a link to Geraldine Pennington. She is indeed my daughter. I do know where she is. I am not using some dead persons name.

Liss, once again I will answer your questions. I see myself as exactly the same person that I was when I was alive and as a physical form. I still feel like a human in every way as I walk around the building. I feel the same way as you do. I think and feel in the same way. That it in my mind. I cannot physically feel things the way that people do.

I have come across many other spirits in the last couple of months. More on this later and it forms part of my ongoing memoirs. You are correct I will get round to all of this in due course. There is so much more to tell.

Stephen, I understand. Don't forget that I have only reached the part where I am sending her the first message. There is so much more I need to tell her. One has to be extremely careful about these things. I mean how would you like to find out that you had a skeleton under the floorboards of your home or the place you worked?

It might seem like a natural course of action to inform someone of my physical whereabouts but what happens after this? What does moving on mean? I am not sure if I am ready to move on yet. There are things to do. There is much to find out and explore. I want to make sure that I can do all of this before I even consider moving on.

Guest - I am sorry it would not be right at this stage to reveal these details. There is more to the story and this will be explained.

Guest - There is no need to leave the details for Janet. My memoirs here only go up to last September. Much has happened since then that I have not had the chance to tell you about. Janet has done a lot for me and investigated so much information about my case. She has also visited my living relatives. My body is waiting to be exhumed but I have requested that this wait. The police are already aware of the full details. This case has been referred to Government Communications HQ (GCHQ) and MI5 with regard to the paranormal happenings. Do not forget you are reading only what has happened since last September. I have more to tell you.

Maria - Thank you for your message. I do not expect you to believe me. I am hoping that most of you do not believe me but I feel compelled to tell my story. It will all be common knowledge some time in the near future.

Guest - Iam not the Michael Pennington the writer. I am most certainly not he and my literary skills do not extend to his level of professionalism.
I am merely recording an account so that you can see what has happened. It is also highly unlikely that Michael Pennington would feel the need to write to a message board such as this. I am sorry I do not mean that in any way against this site, which I use all the time and find very useful, but I mean that he would not spend his time here.

Guest - There is nothing in the missing persons file about thousands of UK citizens who go missing each year in this country. I do know that the details have been recorded. They are just not perhaps in the public domain yet. I agree with you about the proof. This will come. You will see later in my memoirs. I just need more time to finish what I must have been left here to finish.

We are talking of over 30 years since I was buried. Time mends pain. Many of you will know this. My loved ones were informed just one week before Christmas. You are right I do not wish to name them. It will probably come out in the press in any event. Much of this will be revealed in due course.

Please my dear friends and guests. If you are a guest just put a name to yourself. It is much easier to relate to a name. Perhaps this is more important to me having been nameless for so long.

The building I am trapped in is not open at the weekends. You are correct. I can start typing now or whenever I wish and this is why I am answering them now. My life, such as it is, has become full of excitement and interesting things. I probably spend half of the day online at the weekends and almost every evening in the week, but I am doing other things. Ghosts can be busy too you know. I have been watching Star Trek and For your Eyes Only this afternoon. Janet leaves the Television on these days. Another activity for me. I can change the channels in the same way I can type. It has to go in the training room so that no one from the outside of the building can see that it is on.

I frightened off a burglar two weeks ago. I have become a useful and commited ghost. I have more work to do. Thank you for your replies.

More on my story as soon as possible but I must watch Emmerdale and Coronation Street. Its ok for you, you get to experience real life. I have to watch it.

I will be back. Wait for me. I have more to tell.
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PostPosted: Sun Jan 18, 2004 7:16 pm    Post subject: STOP - No Emails Reply with quote

Hi everyone. Please STOP sending us emails about Michael Pennington. Please just reply to him direct or to the Message Board. No, we don't know who he is. No we don't have a contact address.

Michael - Nice story. You should be a writer. All the best.
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PostPosted: Sun Jan 18, 2004 7:21 pm    Post subject: hi there Reply with quote

Well you really know how to leave me in anticipation!! hehe icon_lol.gif

What one guest said is quite right on the most haunted website you will be able to meets lots of people that would probably be able to advise you. I am not too sure what to make of your story but I will wait to hear all the details before making any judgement. From what you say we have lots of exciting stuff to come yet!

I am not sure what it feels like to be a spirit but it sounds like your experience is quite nice. In a way it is kinda living forever, you could learn more and more things and if you can expand on your knowledge you might even be able to thing us humans can't. You don't have to earn a living you can't be seen so you could really take advantage of that!

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PostPosted: Sun Jan 18, 2004 7:45 pm    Post subject: A ghostly break Reply with quote



Guest - I am sorry I missed your reference to Living TV. Thank you for providing this information but I have no way of signing up until Janet returns to work on Monday. You see, signing up requires that I give an email and cookies take down the IP address of the computer which means that it will be traceable and Janet may get into trouble. I have no wish for this to happen to her. Perhaps you can ask them what their thoughts are and get them to advise me here. I do have an account here. Janet set this up for me. Thank You.

Admin - I am sorry I am causing you some unwanted emails. Please everyone reply to me here rather than bothering the web people that run this site. Thank you so much for your flattering comments although I have absolutely no wish to become an author.

Liss - You actually understand the issues relating to ghosts. You are so right, there is no having to work for a living and there is just so much information that can be used to expand ones knowledge. It certainly is like living for ever and I do wish to take advantage of my circumstances. However, being human is such a wonderful thing. I suppose ghosts and humans will just want what we cant have. You have hit on the reason why I am worried about having my body exhumed. I am not ready to go yet. I do not feel ready to move on.
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PostPosted: Sun Jan 18, 2004 7:50 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Hi Michael
Very interesting story so far. Are we to beleive, that now the police have been informed it wont be too long before this will be in the papers? You say you have asked them to wait, as you have more to tell. Does this mean that, what you have to tell will be of importance to us all.
You say you have met other spirits. Do you know these spirits names?
I understand that you want to answer peoples questions but I think most of us would like to know, what you seem to be trying to tell us. I feel that you want to tell your story but also there seems to be a underlining to this, as though you want to tell something else other than what has happened to you.
Do you know now who attacked you and obviously killed you?
Thanks look forward in hearing more.
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