The intonation was exactly the same. The crowd roared again, the stoners whooped. Everything was identical. I told Mr E this morning, and he said where he was last night, they saw about 3 or 4 of the same, and his friend said the landing lights are so bright they light up the wall in his living room when they're shining straight in like that.

What I saw was a roughly spherical object, metallic and seemingly hovering in the air. The top of the thing had several lights attached and was rotating as the thing hovered there. But no. We both agreed about it - it was a metallic sphere with a series of rotating lights in the top. Almost a cliché UFO. PDF / EPUB File Name: It_Happened_to_Me_Vol_4_-_Fortean_Times.pdf, It_Happened_to_Me_Vol_4_-_Fortean_Times.epubAfter an indeterminate period some girl hammered on the door, which confused me. Perhaps she had escaped the loop? I unbolted it and stepped out to face this enigma... I had a nostalgic image of putting the hard sphere into my mouth and how its aniseedy taste would go nicely with my beer. I fished out a twenty pence piece and put it into the slot. Turns out the shop does exist. It's had a makeover since then and it's now a little londis mini shop. Instead of following the main right turn on the B road to the coast i'd actually gone straight on. I'd driven through a quaint little village that actually had this little pumping station straight out of the 1950's. There was one road in particular that we actually found scary-as-hell; it just had this awful, awful vibe. Naturally, we only went to this one when we *really* wanted a scare. So it was that myself and 7-8 friends decide to head out there late one Friday night. As we approached, everyone started to get that "bad vibe feeling". Driver pulls over and only myself and J. deign to get out of the car and look around. There was a circular walk that I did a couple of times a week and on this particular day as I started up the hill I noted to my astonishment that a house had been built at the top. I could clearly see the white painted pine end (what the gable end is known as in Wales) nestled among a small group of trees so I could see it was orientated the perfect way to get the views.

A few years ago I was driving to work, and had reached the 'tedious stretch' of slow bumper to bumper traffic with lots of stops at traffic lights. Some colleagues and I found ourselves reccieing somewhere that we could take a large group of people to stay next year. We went to look at this massive georgian house surrounded by woods and fields and nothing and nobody. The staff say they're going home and the four of us'll be there on our own overnight. Oho that sounds spooky we jest. After returning from a meal out we sat in one of the big downstairs rooms to enjoy a beer or two... it's quite late by now.Eventually my growing mix of curiosity and horror made me decide that I simply had to see more. I took the risk of cutting into the lane of traffic beside me so I could draw level with the Head. When it comes to fortean things, poltergeists are one of my absolute favourites. I've been reading a lot about them for a few years, and delving into the archives for cases. So my recent 'it didn't happen to me' seemed weirdly appropriate. And hence, perhaps a bit fortean after all. Like a sort of cosmic joke.