My mother's family had a weird occurrence in the old house she grew up in though. They used to hear the front door open and someone enter the house and walk up the stairs. It happened often but no one was ever there. They sold the house when my mom was 11 or 12...it was torn down not long afterwards and a body of a sailor (still in it's uniform) was found under the floorboards in the attic. Also a true story....
Reminds me of a story about my grandfather. He was a keen fisherman. One day, he was fishing in the river with his friend and snagged something heavy on his hook. He eventually dragged it up (beleiving it to be some weed or something). Then up drifted the naked body of a young woman. Naturally enough, his friend completely freaked, so my grandada told him to go off and call the police while he tied the unfortunate body up (by het long flowing blond hair) to his keepnet.
His friend was gone a while (well, they were a fair way from town). So what does my grandfather do? He carried on fishing. Pretty laid back, my grandfather.




That is annoying. To be honest, on my last 2 trips I didn't take mine with me. I think it is going to morph into a music/movie toy for the children. If I take my laptop I don't need it. I'd rather just have more cards for day trips.

