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| Name: | Jeembo007 |
| E-mail address: | Jeembo007@excite.co.uk |
| Title: | Summer of 99 |
| Comments: | Last summer, my parents and I were looking forward to
seeing my sister (Natalie) and my brother in law (Lee) for the first time in a while. They had just moved out to Gran Canaria a couple of months before that. We were all looking forward to it a lot. We got there, and it was nice to be in a different country at last. It was quite late at night though, so we couldn't see that much because it was very dark, but it was quite hot. We walked through the airport and looked for Natalie and Lee, but there was no sign of them. So my mum had to stop a local who luckily spoke a bit of English and ask them how to use the payphones while my dad went off to sort out the car rental. We opened up one of the bags and pulled out Lee's mobile number, rang them and told them where we were. A few minutes later Natalie came through a door and we all had a big hug! About an hour later we were driving through the island towards our apartment, in Mogan. We got there, found a hotel which also hosted the reception which also took care of our apartments. It was right by a marina, and there were boats everywhere, and restaurants and apartments. It was very pretty. We asked at the reception for the key to our apartment, and they gave us it and lead us through the small alleyways towards our apartment. It took us about 10 minutes to walk there, and we had about 3 suitcases and 2 heavy bottles of water to carry. We finally got there, and we planted our belongings on the floor and discussed what we were going to do for the next 2 weeks. I was quite tired and so decided to sit down on an armchair and read one of my books. Then Natalie and Lee left and we sorted out our beds. I got the sofa! I woke up the next morning quite early because I was very excited about the fact that this would be the first day in a year that I could go snorkelling. Dad loves snorkelling to, and just before we went away to Gran Canaria we brought our own proper snorkelling gear. I stayed in bed for ages just looking out of the window at all the other apartments surrounding us. I could hear locals talking, dogs barking and many other pleasant noises. I got quite bored after a while, and thought about putting the television on, but decided not to as the previous night I switched on almost as soon as I got there and found that the last person to stay there did not turn the volume down, and I didn't have a clue how to adjust the volume. So I decided not to touch it, as many people were still sleeping. So instead I made my breakfast, as quitely as possible, and thought about the snorkelling. About 2 hours later, we were in the top room of the hotel having a meeting with 2 or 3 reps, and 2 other couples of tourists. I kept on looking up at the huge glass dome which was the ceiling, and I could see 2 hornets flying about. I was a little scared of these and made my fears known, and the reps said "Well they will not be interested in us because it is there mating season," or something like that. And they were right I guess, because a little later I looked up and saw both of them fly into a hole, not to be seen for quite a while. The families that were there were quite nice. We all talked about the island, and how we got there and how many times we had been there before. And soon we were all quite friendly. Also we talked about how the Germans kept on pinching all the sunbeds at midnight. We all found this quite annoying. Later on we finally found our way to the beach after 10 minutes searching. It was quite near the car park. There was a stream, or a small river that ran past it, and there were rocks on each of the banks. And the water was crystal clear. We could see some of the local children who immediatly went down in my good books. They were jumping off the bridge and into the water. They were running up and down the bridge aswell, being very ignorant towards the tourists. When we were walking along the bridge, we got a bit wet when a few of them ran past us. And then a boy sitting on the rocks noticed that we were English and stood up and shouted at us "Money?" Because he wanted something to throw in the river, and pick up again. We all got a bit annoyed with this, and politely said NO. Then we got up to the beach. It was like a semi-circle shape. In front of us was a whole patch of sunbeds. And if you followed the beach around it would take you to a large group of rocks that would go out about 10 meters to the sea. We found our place quite near the rocks and put our stuff down. I immediatly ran to the sea to see how warm it was, and it turned out to be quite a nice temperature. So then I went back to the stuff and got my snorkelling gear, and got ready to go into the water. Begging dad to go at the same time because I wanted a companion to snorkel with. He agreed to go, and a few minutes later we were both walking into the water. The part of the beach that we were on did not have sand leading into the water, but steps of rocks instead. So we had to be very careful when getting into the water, as the rocks were quite slippery. When we got in, it was all rather murky. So we kept on swimming out further and further to find a clear patch, and we finally did, about 10 meters out where the rocks ended and seemed to start underwater. It was very pretty on this area, we could see loads of brightly coloured fish, and big fish and small fish all swimming around the rocks, going into holes and hiding underneath the rocks. I was not a very experienced snorkeller at the time, and I did not know how to clear my snorkel. So each time I went under, I had to come up and take my whole mask off and hold it upside down to let all the water drain from my snrokel. This got very annyoing because I kept on getting all the salt water in my eyes. And this stung a lot, so I swam back to our stuff with one eye closed. It was a very strange and annoying thing to do. Later on in the day we went to the swimming pool. Mum and dad decided to sunbathe on the beds, while I went swimming in the pool. I also went snorkelling in the pool trying to brush up on my skills but found this to be very hard as there were loads of children crowding it not caring that I was there and bumping into me. So instead I decided to go back into the sea, and I found an ideal spot. Right by the pool were some steps leading into the sea. These steps were very slippery, and quite crowded aswell, so I had to be quite careful walking down them. I got down to the bottom and sat on the edge dangling my feet in the water and putting on my flippers at the same time. Then I put my mask on and braved the much cooler temperature and jumped staright in. It was freezing, but it was much clearer here. I must have been able to see down about 3 meters deep. And I could see loads of rocks, and fishes, and massive sea urchins about the size of footballs, or soccer balls to all you americans. During my snorkelling time in here, I was joined by my mum who went swimming and my dad who also went snorkelling, but strayed far off from me. Also from where I was, I was about 20 meters away from the rocks that lead into the sea. And they stopped about 15 meters away from a wall which seperated the sea from the town. I decided that it would be quite an adventure to snorkel from the beach, to the steps by the swimming pool. But I never did quite manage it, because I never tried, because that was the only chance that I had to try. In the evening we went to have tea at an Irish restaurant, and found out we were sitting next to one of the couples that we met in the meeting with the reps. I also had the privelage of being able to see a TV which was showing a football match. Arsenal verses someone, and one amazing goal was scored. Then we got home and went to bed, and looked forward to the next day when we would go to Natalie and Lee's house for the first time. I woke up the next morning quite early again and listened to the sounds of the surrounding apartments again. I got bored of this after a while and decided that I should pack some things because we would be gone for quite a while on this day. When I was packing I had a thought which told me that maybe I should pack some spare clothes. And then after that I was reading the phrase book, and I was looking at the section for when you have injured yourself. I do not know why I was doing this. It was also August the 11th on this day, the day of the eclipse. And after much warnings from teachers, and doctors on the TV about how you shouldn't look at it because it will damage your eyes, I told everyone that I would be snorkelling when the eclipse was going on. But instead I ended up watching it on the TV at my sisters house. We got to the area where my sister lived and we knocked on the door we had been given directions to. We had arrived early when we found that natalie was standing there with rubber gloves on and some polish in her hand.She also told us that we were early. She let us in and showed us her house. We went into the small kitchen and found the 2 cats that she had adopted a while a go, cuddling up to each other and giving us funny looks on top of one of the shelves. After she had shown us her house, we went into the lounge and sat down on her sofas and she turned the TV on to some spanish channel which had amazing coverage of the eclipse. Lee was not in the house then because he was at work, he worked for a local newspaper. After we had watched the eclipse, we all got in the car and drove towards our destination, which was a big beach with some massive waves. We got there, parked quite a way up and carried our few bags down towards the beach. We saw it was quite crowded, and there was a yellow flag up. Also we noticed that the waves were huge, and mum loved big waves and decided that later on she would go swimming in them. Which turned out to be the biggest mistake of the summer. But first though we went to a cafe and had some lunch because we were all quite hungry. Natalie showed off her ability to speak spanish which did come in handy an awful lot on this holiday. And so she ordered our food. While we were waiting for the food we watched the sea and we could see one person snorkelling, but slightly struggling because of the huge waves bobbing him up and down. Also we noticed that he was quite close to a small concrete pier. I told mum dad and Natalie that I wanted to go snorkelling there and they said no. Because it was too rough, and by that wall I would probably get hurt. I was quite annoyed about this, and then they got annoyed that I was annoyed. So after a while I decided to shut up. After lunch, we went to the beach and I saw my first Lizard on the walk there. We put our stuff on the ground and Natalie went off to get changed, and this would be her first swim in the sea on this island, despite the fact that she had been there about 3 months already. Dad kept guard of the stuff, while me and mum went into the sea. It was quite fun but very rough. I could feel bits of seaweed floating around in the water and entangling themselves on my legs. And yet once again I got salt water in my eyes on a number of occaisions. But the third time I said "I'm just gonna get a towel mum" and off I went. I turned around after rubbing my eyes with the towel and saw my mum struggling in the water. Then she went under and I watched in horror. But I was the only one watching. Everyone else was just playing about completely ignoring the fact that my mum was struggling in the water. So I ran towards her. To be continued! |
| Name: | Jeembo007 |
| E-mail address: | Jeembo007@excite.co.uk |
| Title: | Summer of 99 Continued |
| Comments: | Mum was struggling in the water and I ran towards her to
see what was wrong. Luckily she came up out of the water, but she was crawling out of it for some reason. So I tried to help her up but this just made things worse. And then another wave came over and I warned mum, but she was couldn't move enough to avoid it and it took her under again. She came up almost immediatly though, and after we got her out of the water and on to the beach we managed to get her to finally stand up. My dad took over the situation, and I had nothing left to do so I just sat down on the beach completely shocked by what had happened. Then Natalie came back from getting changed and noticed that there was something wrong. She asked what was wrong, but all we could say was "She's hurt her back," because that was all we knew. After many attempts to get her to sit down on the beach we finally gave up and walked over to a rock where she was able to sit down without many problems. When we got to the rock and friendly spanish couple noticed that there was something wrong and helped us out. They were very comforting because they held her hand, and gradually helped her sit down. Then they ran off to get a lifeguard. I still sat on the beach completely shocked by what had happened, and watched all of this going on. I couldn't leave this spot because I had been left in charge of looking after the bags. Then a lifeguard ran down the beach towards mum with a radio in hand, and Natalie told him what had been going on. Luckily she spoke Spanish. We got our stuff together and walked up to a small ambulance. The spanish couple were still with us helping her on. And when we were all on the couple stood there and waved us goodbye. And off we went to the doctors sugery. We got there and we had to wait a while in the waiting room, until finally the doctor told us to come in. Natalie went in with her, and me and dad just stayed and waited to see what had happened. Then Natalie came out and said we needed the holiday insurance and went off with dad in a taxi to find our car. After about half an hour they returned with the insurance in hand, and the doctor told us that there was nothing he could do and that she was OK, but might need a check up in the hospital. So after much driving around the island, 1 stop at natalie's house, and a trip to a hospital which had que's so large that it inspired dad to say "They're queing before the become ill just so they can get a place" we found the hospital we needed. It was the best one in Canary Islands according to Lee. Plus it was private, and I could not see any que's anywhere. We let a nurse take mum off in a wheelchair to get exhamined while Natalie Dad and I waited in the waiting room for Lee. We disscussed what was wrong, one of the things that we thought could be wrong was that she had fractured a verterbrae in her back. But we decided that that was not possible as she could move quite well. But then that was proved wrong when a English speaking spanish nurse came through and sat down with us and told us that she had Fractured a verterbrae in her back. Exactly what we thought could not have happened. Yet once again we were all completely shocked. And when Lee came we told him and he got shocked. Over the next few days, dad was to sort out all the holiday insurance, cut the holiday short by a week, take us around the island to all the places that we have gone to, but instead we only looked at them. I made friends with Natlie and Lee's 2 cats Hana and Bobby, and I explored every inch of the local swimming pool. We visited mum in her private hospital room everyday at lunch time. She would be so glad to see us, and she would tell us how badly the staff had treated her. One time, at midnight, she was in pain and called out for the nurse. But the nurse was too busy watching television and ignored her. We also found out that one of the nurses was gay, and Lee named him Senor Wierdy Beardy. Finally the day arrived when we would go home. A private nurse called Andrea had been sent over to help us. She came with us all the way back to our house in England. She went with us on a 35 minute abulance journey to the airport, where we went through a way that not many people go through. Then we were loaded on to a spanish plane and flown to Barcelona. We waited about an hour in Barcelona airport and then we were put back on to another plane. And flown over to Heathrow airport. All the time mum was on a stretcher, which meant that on the planes 9 seats had to be laid down for the stretcher to fit on. All the time this was happening people stared at us. Oh and Natalie and Lee did not come with us, they had to stay back home. We finally got back home, and we were taken through Heathrow airport, and we were so glad to be surrounded by English speaking people. We were put on an ambulance, an English ambulance and taken down the M25 to sussex. We drove through our village and recognised all the village shops. Then we went down our lane, and we were greeted by our friendly neighbours who helped us out so much. I went into the lounge and turned on the TV, finally glad to watch something English. And then I went to bed, our dreaful holiday over, and our hard 2nd half of the summer just beggining. Well that's about it. Sorry I went into huge detail, and this probably isn't the most interesting story ever, it's just one event in my life that I doubt I will forget. |
| Name: | stephanie |
| E-mail address: | the_boyzone_girl@hotmail.com |
| Title: | if u see a gate that is locked, dont jump over it..... |
| Comments: | k.
a few years ago, i was walking through the country, on one of those trail things, with my sister, parents, and grandparents. We were walking along happily, i was carrying a big stick that i had picked up (as u do lol), and we had been walking for ages, so it was nearly lunch time. so, we decided to look for a short cut back to the pub where we had left the car we crossed the road, and there was a big metal gate with a padlock on, through which we could see the pub we were trying to get to, just at the end of the field. then we thought, instead of going alllll the way round this field, we should just go through it. so, we all climbed over the gate, ignoring the lock and the suspiciously large looking cows at the other side of the field. so we started walking along the edge of the field, and then one of the cows started walking towards us....and then another one followed it...and then they all joined in, and started running! i was absolutely terrified! so we thought it might b a good idea to get out of their way, and we all started running. but that wouldnt have worked, because the cows (which we had by now realised were bulls) were running too quickly! so i gave my dad the stick that i had been carrying, and we all carried on running while he attacked the leading bull with my stick, and shouted at it! (meanwhile my grandma had taken off her shoes, lol, so that she could run faster!) so finally we got to the end of the field, and my dad ran over after us. so that was the end. so if u ever see a gate that is locked, dont jump over it.....and always carry a stick when u r walking through a field of bulls. or suspiciously large cows. |
| Name: | TW |
| E-mail address: | crazytnt2@webtv.com |
| Title: | PIZZA?? YES PIZZA! HUH?? |
| Comments: | Okay,the pizza is part of the story,so let me get on with
it,on how i could have been killed by a pizza! No joke. It was late one saturday night be and my girl wanted pizza,mostly me though. When we got to the pizza place this young guy was beating on this girl outside.They had to be in their 20's I think. The first thing my g/f said to me was don't get involved. I said ok evan though I wanted to do something. It seemed like she was in there forever getting the pizza.All this time the guy kept wailing on this girl,and she she kept backing away,but he would not let up,he finaly cornered her in a old phone booth as was punching her in the FACE!! She started to bleed,at the,face, I couldnt take it out any more. I was in the passanger side(the door sticks)I climbed out of the window,but did NOT approch him I yelled at him to leave her alone,he came charging at me and started yelling at me and asking if i wanted a pice of him! Not being much of a fighter,I tried to talk to him,hah big mistake! He poped me in the face a couple of times,before I turned away,and almost that sec I turdned so not to get punched in the face, the cops were there. Of course this guy said I stared it,but there were to many witness that saw him hitting this girl,and him attacking me. I know that wasnt the smartest thing to do BUT it was the right thing to do. He could have had a knife or a gun,would I do it again? I would like to think I would,but have my guard up better this time. She did press charges on him!! Good for her!!! |
| Name: | Jeembo007 |
| E-mail address: | Jeembo007@excite.co.uk |
| Title: | Tar star! |
| Comments: | Hello to my little community. I am glad to recieve my first
2 posts WOOHOO! Wow, 2 posts! Amazing!!! Yeah well thank you very much for posting on my site you 2, Stephanie and TW. May I just say that I discovered that when you are typing up HTML on your story it seems to delete part of the story. So to all of those people who type up it seems
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| Name: | Jeembo007 |
| E-mail address: | Jeembo007@excite.co.uk |
| Title: | THE HAUNTED SCHOOL!!! |
| Comments: | OK, when I was about 4 or 5 years old I was obviously at
primary school. Now this school was an acient building, it was first built in like the 15 hundreds, but anyway. I was sitting in the class room reading some kiddies book, or attempting to, with my friends when my friend Tom came in and said he could hear a funny noise in the toilets. I said "Your probably just imagining it Tom" trying to sound as grown up as possible. And out of curiosity I decided to go in with him and see if I could hear anything. Now I swear to god I could hear something! It was the creepiest laugh I had ever heard, kind of like those evil laughs from horror movies. I checked all the cubicles but I didn't need to because they were all open and me and Tom and a few other friends were the only ones there! It was creepy, and it was also very loud! So we decided to run out and go back. After much more curiosity grew on me, I decided that at the end of the day I would go and have a look again. I went through the cloakroom to get to the toilets and I couldn't hear the noise. So I went through the cloakroom to get to my coat and bag and right in front of me, at the end of the cloakroom was the strangest looking shadow. It was round and porky, absolutely not like me no kidding! So I stood there for a few minutes just looking at it. Now yes it could have been my shadow because being about 4 or 5 my imagination would have taken over, but I will never know. I went into school the next day and told everyone, my friends were impressed but the teachers just laughed at me. Now you may also think that the laugh was my imagination, but nooope! In the last year of primary school, when the school had moved to a more modern building and the previous building had been turned into an Information Center, me and my friend Oliver and my mum went to the Information center to see a friend of hers. Me and Ollie went off exploring the building and I showed him where all my old classes were and stuff, because he had joined the school after it had moved. Then I we were interested by a small table football/soccer table in a tiny room. Also in this tiny room was a bookshelf with books galore and a few other objects which I can't remember. We looked around it for a few seconds before I heard a noise. And guess what that noise was. It was exactly the same laughing that I had heard 5 years before that day. It was still very creepy, and we looked around and we couldn't see anything, and without any waiting me and my friend ran out of the room and downstairs to tell my mum about it. She said it was probably our imagination, but I swear to God it wasn't. Is it possible for 2 people to imagine the same noise at the same time. I don't think so. And also when talking to my friend about this later on, he said that he could see something on the football/soccer table. We were 10 year olds at the time, and I sure couldn't see anything, but he said he did. But it could have been him just making it up to make the story more interesting like 10 year olds do! Now I am 15, and since that last incident I have been to the school about 3 or 4 times and heard nothing. But what is even more creepier is that when the building was first turned into an Information center, they knocked some of the walls down. And one wall they knocked down revealed an 18th century bedroom that had been untouched for at least a century. I can only remember seeing the bed though, but I think it had a small table next to it and on the bed was some white sheets, no not in the form of a ghost, but laying on the bed as if it had just been made. Well that just goes to show how much history our village has got! |
| Name: | DRAGON |
| Comments: | Hey...
This seems like a cool site to post some killer stories. Anyway, a whole truckload of my friends and I were at my school at around 11:30 pm just chillin and you know talking and stuff. I stopped talkting to my friend Mags(her real name's Maggie) wehn we all ehard this guy named Adam running down the field. He was out of breath, and shouting something nobody could hear. It was when he got close up to us that we realized he was shouting "Piggies! Pigges! They be comin!" (to us, 'piggies' means cops) We all turned to to the end of the school field towards this hill. Nobody said a word. Nobody breathed. Suddenly, these two high beams peaked over the hill followed by two more. At the sight of all the police cruisers everyone began screaming and running in all directions. My friends Mags, Adam and Matt and I all ran down this one street with the cops in hot pursuit. The cruiser stopped, and out jumped a policeman. He ran after us and we took twists and turns down streets none of us had ever seen before, but his damn cop wouldn't give up! Matt, adam, Mags and I leapt over this fence and hid in some guys backyard until he walked off. To this day, my friends and I still hang out there...we're all members of the track team now, too. DRAGON |
| Name: | TW |
| E-mail address: | crazytnt2@webtv.net |
| Homepage URL: | http://~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ |
| Title: | THE TRAIN~UH OH :) |
| Comments: | Hi,it's me again.When i
was around 18,I used to be into making small films,I thought I was gonna be the next Speilberg:) I made all sorts of small films,from a take off of batman,the tv seris. This was in 1975. I wanted to to a comdey version of the old perils of pauline.I got my freinds,Debi,Jim and Brian. I did the filming,debi was the heroine,Jim the god guy& Brian the bad guy. The little story/script was the bad guy ties the girl to(on)the tracks,leaves her to her fate,and the rain comes,you thinkshe is done for,the train zooms past her,as you see it is a doubble rail road track,and she is on the oppisite,track.Then the hero comes running up,and you think he is going to rescue her. He ask her if the train has come by yet,she nods her head yes(she is tied and gagged like in the old movie serilas) The hero snaps his fingers,ad sais"Darn it!! I missed it!!" and runs away trying to catc the train.SO anyways by pal jim ties debie up and she hopped over to where she was to be layed on the tracks,we started to film,now where we were filming it was a one track.I swear all of a sudden, a train started to come!! We all ran off to the side,but debie was still tied up on the tracks!! My two freinds ran up to her, and picked her up off the tracks and carried her off to the sides,she fraked a litte(who could blame her) and she struggled franticly as they were carrying her off the tracks,by the time they got her off to the sides she had freed her self(her hands were tied in front of her) Amazingly enough she was not mad.Many many years latter, more than one time, Debi recounted that story several times to several people.She must have had a good time,as she did some more films with me:) |
| Name: | TW |
| Title: | DEBIE MY FREIND |
| Comments: | This is just a litte silly story,for a lack of a better word.debie was my friend,evan though I liked he a lot,so one day in school,we were sitting at a lunch table,for some reason(we were goffing around) she grabbed my left wrist and started to dig her nails in,and asked me if that hurt. Being a guy,and a kid I said no
it did a little but I wasnt gonna tell her that! :)After afew minutes she stopped,there was a little bit of blood,like when you get a scratch. A few days latter,it looked like I had a litte scar,and I said something to her,and she said,"good,now you will always have something to rember me by!" TO this day I STILL have that small mark on my wrist,and as you can see, I have never forgotten Debie :) |
| Name: | Jeembo007 |
| E-mail address: | Jeembo007@excite.co.uk |
| Title: | HTML Enabled |
| Comments: | Hey people, I have now finally managed to enable HTML, so
when you post a story you can use HTML on it. |
| Name: | Uncle Phil |
| E-mail address: | padspad@supanet.com |
| Title: | Sir |
| Comments: | I haven't got a clue what I am doing Jamie!. |
| Name: | TW |
| Title: | HTML STUFF |
| Comments: | This is dreambook right?
the point of html codes here is to make parhgraps and start a new line,just like in canuks site I wont use html's in this post,but give you all the codes. When you want t start a NEW parhgraph uses this < and then a captiol P and then anotheer > with the P in the middle it will auto start a new paragragh. AS for a new line,or break use the same two but usea capital BR in the middle and POOF, stories will be easier to read :) Hope this helps :) TW |
| Name: | chris |
| E-mail address: | graeme0@home.com |
| Comments: | would anyone be interested on how my wife and i met with
bondage on her mind? |
| Name: | Jeembo007 |
| E-mail address: | Jeembo007@excite.co.uk |
| Title: | about your story |
| Comments: | OK, I will let you post your story. But please remember
that this is for EVERYBODY. So I would prefer it if we didn;t get any of the young ones going up to there mother and saying MUMMY WHATS BONDAGE? OK, so just try and keep it suitable! PLEASE! Good Luck!!! |
| Name: | John Best |
| E-mail address: | jagbest@cwcom.net |
| Comments: | The events in this true story took place in the latter part
of the 1970s. Gillian and I had recently moved to Christchurch, our second home since the start of our married life. We had two young daughters, Penelope, who was 4 or 5 years old at the time, and Jane, still in her first year. It had been arranged, for a particular Saturday night during late summer or early autumn, that Gillian and I would meet Linda (Jamie's mother and Gillian's sister) and some others at a pub known as 'The High Corner', hidden deep in the New Forest but a fairly short drive from the market town of Ringwood. In all, the evening's venue was about 15 miles from our house, but we had not been there before and, with only a rough description of its location, we were unsure about finding it without difficulty. We asked our usual baby sitter (June Payne - later to become the mayor of Christ-church) to look after the two girls, but the plan was that Gillian and I would drive to the pub together and I would leave early to take over from June. Gillian would get a lift to home from one of our friends. Unfortunately, things did not go smoothly! We couldn't find 'The High Corner'. We knew that we had to leave the main road for a minor road and then take a gravelled track to the pub, but the New Forest has countless gravel tracks, most of which lead to nowhere except denser and denser woods or those huge open, marshy, plains with nothing but scrub, a few wild ponies and the occasional deer. It began to get late. It became dark and the appointed time for our meeting came and went and still we couldn't find the place. The time for me to return home was approaching and with no one about to give us directions, I suggested that we should 'write-off' the evening and go home. I could sense that Gillian was disappointed by not seeing Linda and her friends and, furthermore, she thought that Linda would be concerned about our non-arrival. The tension between us grew to the point where an argument developed, when suddenly an illuminated telephone kiosk loomed in the darkness. These were the days when a directory was supplied in each kiosk - I found the number for 'The High Corner', rang the number and obtained directions. Within a short while we'd located the bumpy track, which led to an oasis of light and activity concealed from the road by a dense wood. The tension inside the car was almost unbearable by this time and on reaching the pub Gillian left the car - neither of us saying 'goodbye' - and I did a U-turn and headed for home. This is where the main part of my story begins. I was now alone, still angry but regretting the way the evening had turned out. I knew it would blow over, though, and expected everything to be back to normal by the following day. With the pub and the trees behind me, I was driving slowly along the track towards the minor road when I became aware of a bright light in the sky. I knew it was too bright to be a star or even a planet, but I didn't regard it as being anything unusual. Hurn (now called Bournemouth International) and Eastleigh (now called Southampton) are two regional airports equidistant from this elevated spot and only 40 miles apart. I probably dismissed the light as being an aeroplane taking off or landing, besides I had other, more distracting, thoughts in my head. At the end of the track I turned right on the made-up road and drove towards the main road that would take me to Ringwood. I'd driven a short distance when the bright light came into my mind once again because, on reflection, the light hadn't appeared to be moving and this suggested that it was directly in line with my line of sight and heading straight for me. I glanced to my left and saw that the light was still there. I went back to my thoughts until I looked again in the direction of the light to see how it was progressing, but the single, bright, white, light had disappeared and had been replaced by a perfect circle of lights, less bright then the original, glowing steadily, mostly yellow-white in colour, but with at least one red light amongst them. I still did not regard this as anything particularly unusual. I'd lived close to Hurn for long enough to know that aeroplanes show lights at night, sometimes they are coloured and, by necessity, they are always bright. But, by now this spectacle had captured my attention and I wanted to keep on eye on it for a while. It was at this point that the lights disappeared from view, behind some trees, just as I reached another isolated pub, on the right hand side, called 'The Red Shoot' . This pub, however, is visible from the road and I could tell from the cars and people in the car park, between me and the building, that there were a lot of customers that evening. Passing 'The Red Shoot' on towards Ringwood, I came once again into open country. There, quite bizarrely, on the right hand verge, was a young man staring into the hedgerow with the aid of a torch. He took no notice of me whatsoever, even though mine was the only vehicle on the road at that time. I wondered what he was doing and where he came from, but quickly came to the conclusion that he was, perhaps, an entomologist pursuing his hobby. A few metres further on I spotted a dormobile parked off the road to the left. Its road lights were off, but it was illuminated internally and I supposed that it belonged to the young man studying the hedgerow. Looking at the dormobile, my attention returned to the left side of the road and it was then that I witnessed a sight in the sky that will remain with me for the rest of my life! Within a short space of time, the circle of lights had come much closer to the road and revealed themselves to be the centre of a much larger object, with faint lights around its perimeter, appearing to be dark grey or brown when silhouetted against what light was available in the night sky. It was circular in shape and it had all the appearance of a classic flying saucer. I pulled off the road to concentrate on what I was seeing, although still not believing my eyes. I was too afraid to get out off the car, but watched this object for a while. It was stationary, it had no visible means of propulsion, but it was suspended in mid-air. Without knowing its size it was difficult to gauge its height - if pushed I would say that it had a diameter equivalent to the wing span of a large airliner and ten times that distance above ground. I'm unable to recall very much more detail. To be honest, at this point my interest was overtaken by fear of the unknown and I was convinced that I was seeing a UFO. Also, I suddenly thought about Gillian and our sour parting - I'd heard stories about the alien abduction of motorists from isolated places (admittedly they'd all come from America, but I wasn't thinking analytically) and I was fearful that this might happen to me - if I went missing without trace, Gillian might have thought that it had been the result of our quarrel. I had to get back to safety, I thought. I turned the car around, with the intention of driving to 'The Red Shoot' where I knew I would find other people. The thing in the sky was now on my right and realising that I was witnessing something incredible, I decided I should, after all, note as many details as possible. I stopped the engine again and wound down the window, still not brave enough to leave the car. The thing hadn't moved, it was still there, circular, defying gravity, exactly as before, but I realised for the first time that it was not making the slightest sound. This latest realisation brought back the fear - this was something completely outside my experience and understanding. Perhaps I should knock on the door of the dormobile, I thought, and ask any occupant that I might find there if I was dreaming. I decided that a knock on the door, in an out-of-the-way place at night-time might cause unnecessary anxiety and I returned to my original plan to head for 'The Red Shoot'. The entomologist had disappeared by this time. I was hoping that he would be standing, open-mouthed, in the road staring skywards - but with his back to the thing and the absence of any sound meant that he had probably not been aware of it. Sensing that the object was looming high on my right, I reached the entrance to the car park of 'The Red Shoot', I drove up to the building and jump out of the car expecting the thing in the sky to be hovering above the trees on the opposite side of the road. Imagine my disappointment when I discovered it had vanished! A group of three people were casually chatting outside the pub - there was no excited talk and animated gestures that would have suggested that they, too, had seen something strange. Now I was angry with myself. I wanted to see this thing again. Back in the car I retraced my route. Perhaps it had moved away to a place below the tree line, or perhaps to a lower altitude, or maybe it had landed. All the way back to Ringwood I scanned the sky without luck. Past Ringwood, onto the A338 dual carriageway, where, in places, there are uninterrupted views far into the distance, there was no sign of my UFO and I never saw it again. Back home, I told my story to June, the babysitter. She listened patiently, told me that there would be some rational explanation, if fact she'd read something recently that explained such sightings. June left me with my thoughts. Sleep was impossible and eventually Gillian returned home. I was eager to repeat my story, but Gillian just wanted to make up for our argument! Two or three days later, I was reading the local newspaper, 'The Bournemouth Echo' when I came across an article about a motorist who had reported the sighting of an object in the sky whilst driving along the Upton Bypass, about 15 miles to the west of Christchurch. His description of the object was exactly as I have described my sighting. Many times I have seen aeroplanes around Hurn and, depending on the light and direction of travel, it's easy to see how people can mistake ordinary aeroplanes for stationary objects or cigar shaped craft, but what I saw was not any aircraft that I know of. Ask me if I believe in UFOs and I would still answer that I'm not certain. In recent years I have been leaning towards the view that our governments know more than they are prepared to tell. I believe that it is more than likely that they have developed craft that resemble flying saucers, as was revealed in a recent television documentary (a correspondent for a flight magazine claims to have seen a number of such craft on a desert airfield in America). My experience happened over twenty years ago and, for me, it has not been repeated. I would dearly love to see such a sight again. I've always carried a camera in my car since that date, so next time I hope to get a picture. Most of all, I would like a true and convincing explanation for these UFOs. |
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