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ABA Trading LTD wrote:When I use to travel home, I use to have to cross the highway from chase village to carslen field (or use the "newly" built walkover by seereeram brothers.
anyway..before the walkover...sometime in feburary, I started seeing this young boy of probably 9-10 years talking to this vagrant looking older man on the chase village side of the highway and then the old man would help the boy across the highway, most of the time the boy would hold his hand when crossing the highway, (for safety i assume)
several times I saw the boy giving the "vagrant" food from his lunchbox (which I assume was lunch the boy's parents packed for him)
so I see the boy and the "vagrant" atleast twice a week from february to april
Now there's a shop after you cross the highway before I reach home, which I use to go in everyday to buy snacks/phonecard/water/coke, many times the boy would be right behind me walking up the road after crossing the highway and by the time I walk in the shop..he disappear, so i assume his house somewhere around
One day I spoke to the kid, telling him he should be careful, and I asked him what the vagrant does talk to him everyday for, he said it's his father, and that his parents divorced and he lives with his mother but everyday he saves his lunch for his father who got involved in drugs and is now a vagrant.
about 2 weeks after that, i ask the owner of the shop that I go in everyday, if he knows the boy, he ask me to describe the boy, so i tell him how I use to see the boy almost everyday talking to the vagrant and giving him food, and i described the boy and the vagrant....
shop owner tell me that he know who i talking about but that they had both gotten knocked down and kill on the highway the december before.
that's the december before I start seeing them eh.
qwerty wrote::shock: interesting topic...
i remembered several years ago , i went to a wake in St Helena and was driving home alone passing through the whole south bank road (Kelly Vlg etc). i remembered that on approaching the Caroni Cremation site about 100m or so, some of the street lamps along that strip were out..,,
anyways, i was driving about 40mph or so when from a distance, i saw a white glare at the right side of the road..
on approaching about 30m before the actual cremation grounds, i distinguished that it was in fact a woman of east indian decent, probably no more that 35yrs, clad in a white dress flagging me down.
my body got the immediate jitters and fright stepped in...because it was horribly dark and there was no nearby housing along that strip of road...,anyway as i passed the said "woman," i
looked in the right wing view mirror and saw no one.
i looked in the left wing view mirror to see if she had crossed the road and again i saw no one, then i looked in the inside rear view mirror and saw her in the fcuking back seat..
i almost sh!t my pants...,
(doh worry didn't drink in d wake)
i just chant my prayers aloud (being afraid to look again in the rear mirror..,but i did) and d jumbie was gone.
i never forget that jumbific experience
vrampersad14 wrote:shotta yuh gf tell yuh UDFR?
shotta 20 wrote:qwerty wrote::shock: interesting topic...
i remembered several years ago , i went to a wake in St Helena and was driving home alone passing through the whole south bank road (Kelly Vlg etc). i remembered that on approaching the Caroni Cremation site about 100m or so, some of the street lamps along that strip were out..,,
anyways, i was driving about 40mph or so when from a distance, i saw a white glare at the right side of the road..
on approaching about 30m before the actual cremation grounds, i distinguished that it was in fact a woman of east indian decent, probably no more that 35yrs, clad in a white dress flagging me down.
my body got the immediate jitters and fright stepped in...because it was horribly dark and there was no nearby housing along that strip of road...,anyway as i passed the said "woman," i
looked in the right wing view mirror and saw no one.
i looked in the left wing view mirror to see if she had crossed the road and again i saw no one, then i looked in the inside rear view mirror and saw her in the fcuking back seat..
i almost sh!t my pants...,
(doh worry didn't drink in d wake)
i just chant my prayers aloud (being afraid to look again in the rear mirror..,but i did) and d jumbie was gone.
i never forget that jumbific experience
Hear nah, the following happened to me a night about (3 1/2) yrs ago.
My girlfriend and i went out a Saturday night liming, i dropped her home around 2am (Pasea). I live in Chagaunas, so i decided to take the shorter route passing the cremation site. I was driving around 100 km/hr, windows down. No streetlights were installed on that roadway as yet, place black as black can be, except where my headlights were focused.
As soon as i reached directly infront the Cremation site, i smelled a real high perfume. (I immediately remembered my grandparents telling us stories of ghosts smelling sweet like perfume.) Anyhow,in a split second after i smelled the perfume, my car cut off.
No lights, no ignition, no nothing. I clicking my keys like a mad man scared to death but nothing on my instrument panel. Place black, couldn't even see my hand in front me and the grass about 10' tall on both sides of the road.
I made up my mind to run to the highway, and trust me, the way i was feeling, Usain Bolt would have looked like a turtle.
As soon as i clicked my door open, my phone rang, it was my girlfriend calling to see how far i reached. I answered, telling her what was going on while still turning the keys in the ignition. Suddenly, she says 'Boy, start yuh 'forkin' car an go up the 'forking' road and stop playing d arse!'. As soon as she cursed, the ignition lights came on and i started the car.
I sped out of there and reached home safely. Next day, i washed my car with lime and light all kinda incence in it.
Car never gave no trouble after that. Took the car by an electrician also to find out what happened, but no problem was found.
Anyways, when i pass there now, my glass is up, or if it's down i either light a cig or cuss if i 'feel' or smell anything like perfume.
The above story is 100% true.
shogun wrote:there's a lady, (retired nurse) living near a friend's house and every day, she throws salt all around her house and on the doorway, before she goes back inside...not sure of the significance of this though...anyone?
shotta 20 wrote:I grew up in Williamsville (South Tdad), in a wooden upstairs house.
There was a canefield (About 500' long) in the back of our house, then a river ,then a hill where a church and a cemetery was located.
On any given evening around 6pm, once nobody was upstairs, we would hear footsteps on the wooden flooring. It sounded plain as if someone was walking up and down the 'hall'.
*Remember nobody upstairs at that time eh.
We would also hear the pots and pans falling down from the kitchen, but when we check after, everything was packed just as before.
Also, when we go to put on light upstairs @ 6pm, all the hair on your hands used to stand up.
Might be creepy , but 100% true.
shotta 20 wrote:I grew up in Williamsville (South Tdad), in a wooden upstairs house.
There was a canefield (About 500' long) in the back of our house, then a river ,then a hill where a church and a cemetery was located.
On any given evening around 6pm, once nobody was upstairs, we would hear footsteps on the wooden flooring. It sounded plain as if someone was walking up and down the 'hall'.
*Remember nobody upstairs at that time eh.
We would also hear the pots and pans falling down from the kitchen, but when we check after, everything was packed just as before.
Also, when we go to put on light upstairs @ 6pm, all the hair on your hands used to stand up.
Might be creepy , but 100% true.
Dizzy28 wrote:shotta 20 wrote:I grew up in Williamsville (South Tdad), in a wooden upstairs house.
There was a canefield (About 500' long) in the back of our house, then a river ,then a hill where a church and a cemetery was located.
On any given evening around 6pm, once nobody was upstairs, we would hear footsteps on the wooden flooring. It sounded plain as if someone was walking up and down the 'hall'.
*Remember nobody upstairs at that time eh.
We would also hear the pots and pans falling down from the kitchen, but when we check after, everything was packed just as before.
Also, when we go to put on light upstairs @ 6pm, all the hair on your hands used to stand up.
Might be creepy , but 100% true.
Sounds like there was open wiring. Thats dangerous. Better get an electrician to check it out.
shotta 20 wrote:I grew up in Williamsville (South Tdad), in a wooden upstairs house.
There was a canefield (About 500' long) in the back of our house, then a river ,then a hill where a church and a cemetery was located.
On any given evening around 6pm, once nobody was upstairs, we would hear footsteps on the wooden flooring. It sounded plain as if someone was walking up and down the 'hall'.
*Remember nobody upstairs at that time eh.
We would also hear the pots and pans falling down from the kitchen, but when we check after, everything was packed just as before.
Also, when we go to put on light upstairs @ 6pm, all the hair on your hands used to stand up.
Might be creepy , but 100% true.
vrampersad14 wrote:shotta 20 wrote:I grew up in Williamsville (South Tdad), in a wooden upstairs house.
There was a canefield (About 500' long) in the back of our house, then a river ,then a hill where a church and a cemetery was located.
On any given evening around 6pm, once nobody was upstairs, we would hear footsteps on the wooden flooring. It sounded plain as if someone was walking up and down the 'hall'.
*Remember nobody upstairs at that time eh.
We would also hear the pots and pans falling down from the kitchen, but when we check after, everything was packed just as before.
Also, when we go to put on light upstairs @ 6pm, all the hair on your hands used to stand up.
Might be creepy , but 100% true.
Wood flooring expands and contracts at night, I used to get freaked out by our laminate floors in my house till I realised what it was.
vrampersad14 wrote:^ Oct 21
But seriously though, when I used to pull CXC all nighters, I would get the scent of sulphur around 3am, and well, i've read that the scent of sulphur/rotten eggs was somewhat related to evil spirits/demon presence. (subject to correction)
shotta 20 wrote:And there was this one time, i was home alone, everyone else had gone to a funeral not too far from our house.
I was going to use the toilet, but as i approached the toilet door, i heard the toilet flush.
So i stood there thinking that someone was still home, all this time i hearing the toilet tank re-filling.
After about 1 minute and nobody exiting, i asked who in the toilet but nobody answered.
I opened the door and it was empty.
I ran out of the house and waited by the road until everyone came home.
I was real fukcing fritten !
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