bromy Posted March 22, 2005 Share Posted March 22, 2005 As it says, make sure volume is up and concentrate http://www.gophergas.com/funstuff/whatswrong.htm nick Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Matt_J Posted March 22, 2005 Share Posted March 22, 2005 That woke me up!!!!! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
SupraStar 3000 Posted March 22, 2005 Share Posted March 22, 2005 shit.......... thats nasty. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
supradibbs Posted March 22, 2005 Share Posted March 22, 2005 Bastard Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
michael Posted March 22, 2005 Share Posted March 22, 2005 Repost of a repost of a repost of a repost of a repost Anyone who falls for a request to look at a picture with the use of volume is asking for trouble Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dRuNk-mEdIc Posted March 23, 2005 Share Posted March 23, 2005 OMG....That really scared me.... mawby waz here. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
michael Posted March 23, 2005 Share Posted March 23, 2005 OMG....F*cking sh*t.... Is there any need to be so colourful? Can you tone it down a little please, there are children reading. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Whitesupraboy2 Posted March 23, 2005 Share Posted March 23, 2005 Is there any need to be so colourful? Can you tone it down a little please, there are children reading. worringly he is the child just use **** mate, we all know what you mean then Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
mawby Posted March 23, 2005 Share Posted March 23, 2005 I can't see what you're complaining about? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
michael Posted March 23, 2005 Share Posted March 23, 2005 worringly he is the child just use **** mate, we all know what you mean then I forgot to add the sarcasm smiley Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
michael Posted March 23, 2005 Share Posted March 23, 2005 I can't see what you're complaining about? - perhaps I need more coffee, seeing things..... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
SupraBabe Posted March 23, 2005 Share Posted March 23, 2005 pmsl oh my god that made me jump not good first thing in the morning glad no one else was in the room to see me he he Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Green Peace Posted March 23, 2005 Share Posted March 23, 2005 Boo he he....the car ones better! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tigger Posted March 23, 2005 Share Posted March 23, 2005 I was staring hard at the screen to find the face……………………. You b*****d, that made me jump:p Which car one Simon? theres os many now:) Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Markie Posted March 23, 2005 Share Posted March 23, 2005 God damn it!! I am alone in the house. No too scared to use the bathroom Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
SupraStar 3000 Posted March 23, 2005 Share Posted March 23, 2005 anyone got a good ghost story? (turns the lights down, locks the door) Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
SupraStar 3000 Posted March 23, 2005 Share Posted March 23, 2005 ok,..... here’s one,.... and its a TRUE story. When I was about 5 my Mum and Dad took me and my auntie and uncle on holiday to a VERY remote Manor House in Exmoor called “Martinhoe Manor”, steeped in a fascinating and chequered history. The bay was used by smugglers in the early 18 century and its (but unknown to me at the time) a very popular holiday destination for ghost hunters and paranormal experts because of it surroundings. MartinManor (told you, this is a true story) http://www.lynton-lynmouth-tourism.co.uk/MartinManor/mart01.jpg I can honestly say you couldn’t imagine a more spooky setting for a horror film. The old remote Manor House miles away from any other buildings and a steep cliff right down to the coast with rocks, complete with caves, waterfalls and the darkest old spooky woods you have ever seen. I wouldn’t go back there for £1000, purly because of the history and spookiness of the area. The countryside is absolutely amazing and some of the most beautiful settings on the english coast are right on your door step but as soon as you step outside your car you get a sense about the place. Kinda like a shiver down your spine. Like I said before at the time I didn’t know any better and my Mum and Dad found the ghostly aspect exciting and in conjunction with the country side and walks loved the holiday. So by the time I was 9 we were heading back to Martinhoe Manor every year. Sometime twice, even three times a year. But after one night when left home early and have never ever been back. Mum had a fever but insisted we still went on holiday to Exmoor so we all drove down to start the holiday. On the second night Dad stayed with Mum looking after her as she was really starting to feel ill. I went outside to explore the woods. Time seemed to fly by and as the sun set over the coast the light started to fade fast. I found myself deep in the woods surrounded by thick rhododendron bushes and dead wood. I can’t really explain how I felt but I wasn’t scared and didn’t feel threatened. But I did have this overwhelming feeling to hurry up and run towards what I thought was home. As I ran through the woods I started to panic. I couldn’t recognise the trees and found myself alone. Even the sound of twigs under my feet snapping sounded sinister. As I started to walk briskly through the woods I found myself running faster and faster. Hart racing and with the impression I was being followed I really didn’t want to looks back. My instincts took over and told me to run faster and faster all the time building up speed. Suddenly I ran out of the forest and directly onto the edge over a cliff. I couldn’t stop myself intime and I was heading over the edge down into the sea below. Luckily I just managed to grab a branch and swing myself with the momentum back over the edge again and back to safety. With my pulse racing I slowly made my way back into the woods and quickly regained my steeps until I found the gardens and law infront of the House. My dad had seen me and told me off for being so long. I never told him how I nearly went over the cliff and can’t explain why I wanted to run in that particular direction. It was like running down a steep hill. Seemed so easy just to keep running in that direction. The next few days were uneventful and I really didn’t want to outside again on my own. On the 5th day Mum was very ill and a doctor had visited us and tried to help us and advise us what to do. Mum was very delirious and was hard to understand. That night was very long indeed. In the early hours Mum started to hallucinate as she was dehydrated and feverish. Firstly she started asking me where the dog was barking from. I reassured her that their wasn’t a dog around, but she said she could hear one barking and she could her its chains rattling. As the night went one she kept telling us she could her this dog barking. As my dad started getting frustrated he tried again to reassuring her a dog wasn’t outside I decided to go to bed. I soon woke up to hear screaming from the next room. I ran in to see my mum crying and dad reassuring her not to worry and every thing was ok. Being to young to understand dad just told me mum wasn’t feeling well and would be better soon. With all the noise and activity we had woke the owner of the house. He knocked on the door and asked if he could do anything to help us. My dad explained how my mum was hallucinating and claimed she had heard and later seen a black dog trying to get in through the window. The man smiled and just replied. Yes, that sounds like Hodgo. The old black dog. “What!” you have a dog here, NO replied the man,.. well not exactly,... apparently its the ghost of a wild dog that used to live in the woods. Most people call it patch as its supposedly has a white patch over its left eye. Mum overhearing this shouted “YES, THATS IT” Dad looked back at the man and asked “what happened to the dog”. “well” said the man. "The dog had lived in the woods in about 1880 and terrorised local live stock in the farm behind the house. The only person who could get near the dog was a small boy called Oliver. He befriended the dog and often went into the woods to play with Hodgo. One night the farmer found five dead hens in the yard and decided to kill the dog. Taking his gun went into the woods to shoot the wild dog. He soon found the dog sleeping on the edge of the woods. Using the cover of the dark woods he loaded his rifle and slowly aimed at the dog. Just as he was about to fire Oliver saw what was about to happen and shouted “NO!!” The dog jumped up and the farmer fired. The shot just missed but badly damaged the dogs back legs. With a yelp the dog ran into the dark woods closely followed by Oliver and the Farmer. Being old the farmer and his heavy gun couldn’t keep up with the dog and boy. Just as he was about to give up, he heard a scream and thud followed by a splash. Fearing the worst the farmer pushed his way passed the bushes and trees and found himself looking from the top of the cliff and out across the coast of Exmoor. beneath him was the limp body of oliver disappearing below the sea. Suddenly from behind the farmer a almighty growl from the mad dog. Fearing for his own life the farm quickly attempted to re-load his gun, but it was to late. As the farmer franticly loaded his weapon the dog closed its eyes and slowly feel over gasping its last breath and died". Dad laughed off the ludicrous notion but considering my mum health decided to pack our backs and set-off home. I never told them the full story and mum never spoke about the dog in her dreams. Until today. 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