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 Phone Calls From the Dead

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MesajSubiect: Phone Calls From the Dead   Sam Noi 22, 2008 8:28 pm

The familiar telephone seems
the least likely thing you'd associate with the supernatural, but over
the years, there have been literally hundreds of reports of ghosts
ringing up people, and that is the subject of this collection of
Strange But True tales: phone calls from the dead...
In 1969, a
New Jersey rock musician named Karl Uphoff received a phone call from
his grandmother; nothing unusual about that you might think, but Karl's
Gran had passed away two days earlier. Karl was eighteen at the time of
the phantom call, and there had always been a special bond between him
and his Gran, who was deaf. She used to phone up Karl's friends and
ask: 'Is Karl There?' but because she knew she wouldn't be able to hear
the reply, Karl's Gran would then say, 'Tell him to come home at once.'
Karl's friends were always irritated by the deaf old woman's constant
calling, and used to tell Karl he shouldn't have given his Gran their
phone numbers.
One day
Karl's Gran passed away and the teenager was naturally upset, but he
had no leanings towards spiritualism, and obviously never expected to
hear from his Gran ever again. But Karl was wrong. One evening in 1969,
Karl was with his friends in the basement of an apartment in Montclair,
New Jersey, when the mother of his friend came down and said that Karl
was wanted on the phone. When Karl went upstairs he talked to the old
woman and realised he was talking to his Gran, who had recently died.
Before he could ask her how she could talk to him when she was dead,
the woman hung up. Many more calls followed, but on each occasion, when
Karl's Gran was asked how she was still able to communicate, or what
the 'other side' was like, the old woman would hang up. In the end, the
calls stopped, but Karl felt that his Gran was still watching over him.
chilling phone call from beyond the grave allegedly occurred in
Wilmslow, Cheshire in 1977, when a young woman named Mary Meredith
received a call at her home from her cousin Shirley in Manchester. Mary
shuddered when she heard Shirley's voice on what sounded like a bad
line, because only minutes before, Mary had received a telephone call
from her aunt telling her of Shirley's tragic death in a car crash just
an hour ago. Again, before the phantom caller could be questioned, she
hung up.
In 1995, a
radio station in Liverpool, England featured a medium named James Byrne
who came on a phone-in show each week. Mr Byrne was a psychic who
claimed he could convey messages from the next world, and was a very
popular guest. In fact he was so popular, callers would jam the
switchboard at the station whenever he was on air. One woman named Mrs
Wilson of Ellesmere Port rang the radio station, desperate to get in
touch with James Byrne because her grandfather had died a year ago and
she wanted to know if he had any messages for her. Unfortunately, Mrs
Wilson couldn't get through to the medium because the lines were jammed
solid, and so she just sat back and listened to Mr Byrne on the radio
show. Around 10 o'clock that night, just as the News At Ten news
programme was starting, Mrs Wilson's phone rang. The woman answered the
call, and a familiar, but distant-sounding voice said, 'Look love, I'm
all right. It's great over here; I'm with your Grandmother and all the
other nice people who have passed on.'
Mrs Wilson
was naturally astounded, for she recognised that the caller was her
late grandfather. 'Granddad - is that you?' she muttered. Her legs felt
'Yeah love.
Now listen: stop living in the past and reminiscing. Go forward. I'm
still around looking over you. I've got to go now love. Give my love to
the kids. Bye.' said the old man's voice and it faded away until Mrs
Wilson could just hear the purring tone.
Mrs Wilson
wondered if someone was perpetrating a sick joke, so she dialled 1471
on the phone in order to get the caller's number. But the automated
voice on the line quoted Mrs Wilson's own number. In other words, the
call had originated from her own telephone. Mrs Wilson had no
extension, and was therefore convinced that her grandfather had somehow
called her from beyond the grave to let her know he was okay.
In the late
1980s, a Manchester woman in England named Sadie lost her husband in
tragic circumstances. Her husband left her a considerable amount of
money in his will, and Sadie and her 7-year-old daughter Abigail
subsequently moved to a graceful old cottage just outside Sandbach. The
landlord asked for a modest sum as a deposit on the cottage, and Sadie
wondered why the rent was so low on such a desirable rustic residence.
She and Abigail gave the dusty cob-webbed place a good spring-cleaning,
and later had it decorated. Sadie fell in love with the peaceful rear
garden, which had a sad-looking weeping willow in the middle of its
neglected lawn. Three months after moving into the Cheshire country
house, Abigail excitedly told her mother one December evening that she
had just seen 'a kind old woman' in a long black dress standing beneath
the willow tree, smiling at her. Abigail said the woman waved once and
faded away.
Abigail was a
quiet, honest child who was not in the habit of imagining things and
embroidering fanciful stories, so Sadie was a little unnerved by her
daughter's tale of the ghostly woman. However, there were no further
sightings of the phantom, although many strange things did occur at the
cottage not long afterwards.
One night,
Abigail said she felt dizzy. Sadie put her daughter to bed earlier than
normal and surmised that the girl was just over-tired, as she had risen
earlier than normal that day and had helped out in the garden, digging
the weeds. Sadie decided she would have an early night herself, and
retired to her bedroom with a book. An hour had passed when there was a
knock at the door of the cottage. Sadie was naturally alarmed and
wondered who could be calling at 11 pm. She went downstairs to the hall
in her slippers and night-gown and nervously asked who was there.
A well-spoken man replied that he was a doctor and that he had been called out to examine a girl named Abigail.

Sadie unbolted
the door and opened it. A tall grey-haired man stood on the doorstep
carrying a briefcase. He looked at a card in his hand and said, 'You
are Sadie?' and he apparently knew Sadie's surname.
explained that she had not called him out, but invited the physician
indoors anyway. She took him up to Abigail's bedroom and the doctor
gave the child a quick examination. He pointed out the rash on
Abigail's arms and after shining his penlight torch in her eyes, he
told Sadie it looked as if Abigail had the symptoms of meningitis. The
doctor drove the girl and her shocked mother to hospital where Abigail
was positively diagnosed as suffering from the potentially fatal
condition. Because the brain disease was caught in its early stages,
the antibiotics and other medicines luckily overcame the
life-threatening condition.
But who had
contacted the doctor to call him out to Abigail? Sadie was really
puzzled by that mystery. She didn't have an idea at the time, but
something later happened which gave her a good idea who the eerie
helper was.
In 1989, a
handsome middle-aged man called at Sadie's cottage. He said his car had
ran out of petrol and he asked the widow if she could possibly lend him
a few pounds so he could go and fill his can at the filling station
down the road. The man offered to leave an expensive-looking watch as a
security and promised he'd return later to repay Sadie. Sadie kindly
gave the sincere-looking man a five-pound note and he seemed very
grateful. He walked off to the filling station with his can and loaded
it with petrol, then returned to his Ford Fiesta, which was parked up
at a lane near to Sadie's cottage. When the man had emptied the can of
petrol into the Fiesta's fuel tank, he went over to the cottage and
gave the widow the change from the five-pound note she had lent him.
The man said he would set off right away to get the money he owed her,
and although Sadie told him that wouldn't be necessary, the man left.
He returned about six that evening with a bunch of carnations and the
money he owed Sadie. The cottager was flattered, and when she accepted
the roses, the man kissed her hand then turned, ready to walk away.
Sadie suddenly said to him: 'Wait; you forgot your wristwatch.'
The man said 'Oh yes,' and walked back up the path to her.

Sadie said to the man, 'Come in and have a cup of tea.'

It had been
quite some time since Sadie had had some male company, and she did find
the man attractive. Over a cup of tea he told her that he was from
Middlewich and that his name was Tim. In the course of the long
conversation that stretched until 9 pm, Tim said that the girl he had
gone steady with for four years had recently left him for someone else,
and that he was now wary of getting involved with the opposite sex
again. Sadie advised him not to become a recluse because of his
experiences with one girl, and hinted that she was still looking for
someone too. Sadie was almost forty but looked about thirty-five. Tim
said he was twenty-six. Sadie thought the age gap between them wasn't
too big, and she and Tim ended their chat that evening by swapping
telephone numbers.
Two days
afterwards, Sadie telephoned Tim but got a steady disconnected tone.
She wondered if the young man had only given her a 'dead' number just
to appease her. She didn't know what to think, but she hoped she would
see or hear from Tim again. A few days later, the phone in Sadie's
cottage started to ring. Abigail picked it up as Sadie was racing
towards it. The girl said, 'It's for you Mum.'
Sadie grabbed the receiver and said :' Hello?'

Tim didn't
reply. It was the voice of an old woman, and she said some horrible
things about Tim from Middlewich. She said he was a bigamist and a
confidence trickster who knew about the large amount of money that had
been left to Sadie by her late husband.
Sadie was
stunned by the claims and a little heartbroken. She asked the caller to
identify herself, and the old woman told Sadie that her landlord would
provide her with that answer. Tim paid another visit to Sadie one
Sunday evening in the following week. This time he brought more flowers
and a bottle of wine to the cottage. Sadie asked Tim about the strange
telephone call she had received and what the anonymous old woman had
said. When Tim heard about the caller's allegations about him being a
bigamist and a conman, the young man suddenly got up, put on his coat,
and left the cottage without saying a word. Sadie never set eyes upon
Tim again, and several months later she learned from a neighbour that
Tim was regarded as a rather shady character who had spent six months
in prison for fraud. He was also rumoured to have two wives; one in
Crewe and another in Chester. He was also currently living with a
mistress in Middlewich.
When Sadie's
landlord visited her one day, she told him about the mysterious old
woman who had telephoned with her strange tip-offs. The landlord seemed
very nervous all of a sudden. Sadie told him that the uncanny caller
had said that the landlord knew her identity.
In the end,
the landlord said that previous occupants in the Sandbach cottage had
reported seeing the ghost of an old woman. The former tenants had also
told him of creepy late-night nuisance calls from an old woman who gave
advice and warnings. The landlord said he initially thought the stories
were just exaggerations and excuses to leave without paying the rent.
Sadie promised her landlord she would not move out because she regarded
the ghost as helpful and harmless. The landlord then told Sadie that an
old spinster named Enid had died at the cottage five years back. She
had lived in the cottage for some twenty years, and was something of a
recluse. There were rumours that she had been jilted in her youth and
had never bothered with men again. The only thing she lived for was the
back garden. One afternoon she was found dead beneath the willow tree
in the garden she had so lovingly tended. The coroner ruled that Enid
had died from a massive stroke, but within months, the new tenants at
the cottage reported seeing the spectre of an elderly woman crossing
the lawn in the back garden one moonlit night. The landlord confessed
that he also glimpsed Enid's shade one wintry evening. He saw her glide
across the snow-covered lawn, but when he went to investigate, there
were no footprints in the virgin snow.
The ghost hasn't phoned for a
while, but whenever the phone rings, Sadie often wonders if its Enid
calling. Sadie still hasn't found Mr Right and although Abigail is now
married, her mother doesn't feel lonely, because she knows Enid is
always around somewhere.
Are you expecting any phonecalls tonight?...
ciudat nuh?

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MesajSubiect: Re: Phone Calls From the Dead   Vin Noi 28, 2008 8:18 pm

Suspect o traducere in rom, te rooog???

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MesajSubiect: Re: Phone Calls From the Dead   Mar Dec 02, 2008 8:29 pm

scuze dar imi e prea lene sa citesc toata asta de la cap pana la coada..lenea asta..:>Smile)
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MesajSubiect: Re: Phone Calls From the Dead   Vin Dec 05, 2008 8:54 pm

confused TE ROG EU NU MAI SCRIE POVESTI:))))))))))))))),CA EU DEABEA CITESC IN VIATA REALA.DAR SI PE FORUM TRB:)) Twisted Evil affraid lol!
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