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Posted: Thu Jan
08, 2004 11:12 am
Post subject: Does anyone have any ghost stories of
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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.
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Posted: Thu Jan
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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
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Posted: Thu Jan
15, 2004 3:02 pm Post
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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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Posted: Thu Jan
15, 2004 10:42 pm
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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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Posted: Fri Jan
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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?
Liss http://birmingham.pagina.nl/ | |
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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
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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.
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Posted: Sat Jan
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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:
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Posted: Sun Jan
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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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Posted: Sun Jan
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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
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Posted: Sun Jan
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what are names of the rest
of your family, who have you left behind? | |
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Posted: Sun Jan
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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
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Posted: Sun Jan
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there is nothin here to
prove you are who you say you are. how do you expect us to
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Posted: Sun Jan
18, 2004 5:41 pm Post
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oooh a spook using a
laptop, how freaky is that?
maybe Michael you should tell Janet where
you're buried so you can move on to pastures new!
R.I.P! [/b] | |
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Posted: Sun Jan
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How do we know that you are
not the writer Michael Pennington just telling another story
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Posted: Sun Jan
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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
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Posted: Sun Jan
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When do you intend
answering these questions?? Surely the firm in the
building you are trapped in, is not open now. Why can you
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Posted: Sun Jan
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Michael Pennington how did
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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
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18, 2004 6:55 pm Post
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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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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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Liss Guest
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Well you really know how to
leave me in anticipation!! hehe
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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18, 2004 7:45 pm Post
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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
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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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