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Post by dem bones on Nov 24, 2020 19:10:20 GMT
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Post by Jojo Lapin X on Nov 24, 2020 19:36:18 GMT
Confound it all to blazes! Did no-one think no-one warn the impetuous young hot-head that he is playing the most dangerous game known to mankind! Are you channeling Dennis Wheatley?
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peedeel
Crab On The Rampage
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Post by peedeel on Nov 25, 2020 7:56:13 GMT
That bench, most obviously, is little more than a Satanic chapel - with malignity and ectoplasm oozing everywhere!
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Post by dem bones on Feb 9, 2021 18:30:07 GMT
This bench in West Auckland, Co, Durham is reputedly haunted by Mary Ann 'The Black Widow' Cotton, the Demon Dressmaker of Darlington Road, executed 1893 for the arsenic poisoning of her stepson, although she is also believed to have murdered her own mother, three husbands, and multiple unwanted offspring. Read/ listen to full story by Gayle Fidler on Spooky Isles
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Post by andydecker on Feb 9, 2021 20:20:12 GMT
Isn't this bench a bit too new to be haunted? Looks like fresh from the bench factory.
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Post by Shrink Proof on Feb 9, 2021 20:36:25 GMT
Isn't this bench a bit too new to be haunted? Looks like fresh from the bench factory. Indeed. Here's a close-up of the plaque on it...
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Post by helrunar on Feb 9, 2021 21:21:07 GMT
What an extraordinary thing to have on a bench. If there were awards for misanthropy elevated to a fine art, that would be a candidate.
H.
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Post by andydecker on Feb 10, 2021 9:45:56 GMT
Shouldn't Roger haunt the bench?
Unbelievable. Such a plaque would be impossible to install in my neighbourhood. The best thing I saw in the last time.
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Post by Dr Strange on Feb 10, 2021 10:52:38 GMT
Unbelievable. Such a plaque would be impossible to install in my neighbourhood. The best thing I saw in the last time.
It's not quite what it seems to be - the plaque is (possibly was) real, but Roger wasn't. It was installed on a bench in a London park as a joke by "struggling author" Jamie Maslin, shortly before he emigrated to Australia, and referred to a character (also a struggling author) in one of his (unpublished) books.
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Post by dem bones on Jun 2, 2021 14:40:56 GMT
Marion Bondage ©2021 Weald Lane, Harrow Weald. Sighted early evenings during late autumn through winter, the outline of a young man with long stringy hair in cream-coloured (or black) trench-coat, staring ahead as though awaiting someone he knows will never arrive. An eyewitness explained. "This one time I watched him from across the road on the High Street. What struck me was how eerily still he was, then one blink and he was gone. There's no way he could have got to his feet and moved out of eye-shot that fast." Same phantom also sighted seemingly "looking for something" on ground by the entrance to the underpass on Courtenay Gardens.
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Post by 𝘗rincess 𝘵uvstarr on Jun 2, 2021 15:00:26 GMT
Unbelievable. Such a plaque would be impossible to install in my neighbourhood. The best thing I saw in the last time.
It's not quite what it seems to be - the plaque is (possibly was) real, but Roger wasn't. It was installed on a bench in a London park as a joke by "struggling author" Jamie Maslin, shortly before he emigrated to Australia, and referred to a character (also a struggling author) in one of his (unpublished) books. That's a fun plaque. It reminds me of this: www.geograph.org.uk/photo/2099716Is it still there?
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Post by Knygathin on Jun 3, 2021 7:25:46 GMT
... Looks like fresh from the bench factory. Yes, and it is. With horribly non-ergonomic backrest that will cause lower back disc problems. :? And market-calculated to rust apart to irreparability within specific number of years, ... when the customer has forgotten how much they paid, and will buy new one.
Surely Dracula's Whitby must have some haunted bench by the stairs leading up to the graveyard on the headland above? Where Lucy would go in her sleep.
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Post by weirdmonger on Jun 3, 2021 9:02:55 GMT
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Post by dem bones on Oct 2, 2021 9:59:30 GMT
Ronnie Shipman - City at Night: (L. H. Maynard [ed.], Chills, 2019). Stressed out late night jogger Adam Burfield sees a man who might almost be his doppelgänger stood beside a commemorative bench in the park. He simply has to investigate.
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Post by dem bones on Oct 24, 2021 14:38:17 GMT
Derek Stanford - The Old Brighton Road: (Amy Myers [ed.]. After Midnight Stories, A bench by the towpath in the gardens of Hampton Court Palace is haunted by ghost of deeply troubled author of late Victorian/ Edwardian vintage.
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