Paranormal Activity?

[THE FLASH]

No it was the physic in me,

Or the 12 crispy creme donuts in you...fat cunt.

[Batch]

No it was the physic in me,

Or the 12 crispy creme donuts in you...fat cunt.

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You two.....

[4D]

See again. A little glimmer of genius from beneath the otherwise dense exterior.

4D, are you the Rainman?

Or Pericarp ?

Or a ghost and he doesn't realise...

Rainman were the words uttered by Dustin Hoffman, his name for his brother Raymond (Tom Cruise).

Pericarp is a fish who appears to be hooked out of the TEF pond.

I didn't think you believed in ghosts Mat?

I'll go for the first option

[jayohaitchenn]

Rainman were the words uttered by Dustin Hoffman, his name for his brother Raymond (Tom Cruise).

Have you actually seen the film?

[dporter]

Pericarp is a fish who appears to be hooked out of the TEF pond.

Pericarp's not a fish, but close!

[4D]

Have you actually seen the film?

Yep, years ago. Instead of calling TC Raymond, he calls him rainman.

[jayohaitchenn]

Jebus, just when you think 4D's stupidity might have all been an eloborate hoax, he confirms what an utter bellend he is.

Tom Cruise doesn't play Raymond, he plays Charlie.

[Coca Fola]

I don't know whether this is paranormal or just plain weird but sometimes when I can't get to sleep I'll open my eyes to look at my alarm clock and it will either be 1.11, 2.22 or 3.33. It happens maybe two/three times a week so it's too often to be just a coincidence.

[Simon Pieman]

Yep, years ago. Instead of calling TC Raymond, he calls him rainman.

Yeah, Rain Man because he couldn't pronounce Charlie.

[THE FLASH]

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You two.....

Jutty is the fat cunt one.

[Dostoyevsky]

Right, it's a week on and i'm still very raw about hearing the news.

For three years or so I lived in a block of 17 flats spread across three levels. Around two years after I moved into the property the flat opposite mine was vacated and a Scouse lady in her mid 40s moved in. After a few weeks we got talking and built up a strong friendship. Despite the cheery, confident and talkative exterior she showed to our other neighbours, through getting to know her I was soon to discover she'd had a very troubled life, and what is more it became evident to me that she was suffering quite severe psychological problems, in addition to being heavily dependent on alcohol. She found it very difficult to be alone so I spent a significant time in her company, chatting, watching TV, playing board games and the like. She used to frequently call her immediate family and rant down the phone at them which was fast alienating her from them, which meant I was fast becoming one of the few people who would lend an ear. She could have bouts of being very vindictive towards me too.

To seemingly go off at a tangent. I suffered a very bad assault perpetrated by a local thug on the threshold of my flat, was hospitalised and the lady was witness to this attack. As the only witness her testamant was critical to my attacker recently receiving a 7 month sentence. For that, I possibly owe her my life. It was that traumatic for me that the following day I cleared my flat and left for good on the insistence of my family. In the ensuing weeks I was hearing incessant voices in my head which seriously unsettled me to the point it was deeply upsetting. I was hearing the Scouse ladies voice imploring me to call her, also whole sections of conversation I had shared with her - verbatim - playing out in my head. It would be impossible for me to have so accurately recalled these chats, and the peculiar Liverpuddlian turns of phrase she used, if i'd consciously attempted to do so. I resolved to call her and everything seemed fine which put my mind to rest.

Last Friday I received a call from her mother who'd found my number on her daughter's phone. I was told that Carolyn had passed away. She had collapsed in the corridor of the block, rushed to hospital, and subsequently died, I believe having taken a cocktail of prescription drugs and alcohol. Her Mum told me that Carolyn was very upset at my sudden departure. Looking through text messages from her at around the time she must have collapsed I noted one that went "Where are you, I knocked on your door, you never told me you were going out". At the time I thought it was a joke message.

I can't help but think that the voices I was hearing in my head were some genuine supplication from her in some very inexplicable sense. As plausible is the fact i'd had a head trauma from my attack, but it all seems very odd.

Hope I haven't rambled on.

[Bogus Dave]

I think if you continue to hear voices, you should seek professional help.

Not trying to be flippant, but that isn't normal.

[Dostoyevsky]

I think if you continue to hear voices, you should seek professional help.

Not trying to be flippant, but that isn't normal.

When I heard she had died, I did think and dread that there'd be a resurgence in these voices, only this time from beyond the grave. Thankfully this hasn't happened. I'm trying to dismiss this occurence as being intrinsically linked to having been attacked - the guy, a heroin addict, was saying "i'm going to kill you" repeatedly whilst punching me about the head. I'd told his father bluntly to stop hassling me as he was continually turning up at my flat at all hours completely drunk and very unpleasant. Horrible sequence of events. One thing sadly it's taught me is not to be overly friendly even neighbourly towards others.

[Reg Smeeton]

I think if you continue to hear voices, you should seek professional help.

Not trying to be flippant, but that isn't normal.

I think Dosser is a troll...shouldn't worry too much about anything he/she posts.

[Dostoyevsky]

I think Dosser is a troll...shouldn't worry too much about anything he/she posts.

What a fucking cretin. Are you seriously suggesting I just fabricated all that? Words fail me, apart from every expletive under the Sun.