From the Cumbria News and Star:
In a bizarre 35-second sequence, recorded by a CCTV camera in the dead of night at The Wolfe pub in Little Dockray, a ball of light is seen descending through the ceiling, its outline pulsating as it moves around.
At one point, part of the shape appears to reach out and move rapidly just above a table as if polishing it.
Suddenly, the light ball swoops upwards, disappearing through the ceiling, its topmost part momentarily assuming the likeness of a face.
The pub’s landlord, Andrew Batemen, 38, was staggered when he saw the images.
He mentioned the footage to staff at the Thomas Cook travel agents next door – and found that they too had captured weird goings on their CCTV cameras.
That footage, shot exactly a week later almost to the hour, shows a computer mouse mysteriously moving across a desk in the darkness.
A soft light then bathes the office as the computer monitor switches on – and within seconds a large sign falls from the shop’s front window.
To add to the intrigue, staff at the travel agent believe the building was once used as a funeral parlour.
Charles, I’m surprised at you. Mind you, I’m a little embarrassed that this has already crossed my media attention. It is so clearly a fly.
Oh no, definitely a visitor from the Other Side. (I’ve been saving it for a slow news day.) Marvellous tosh, isn’t it?
As an apprentice I refused to sleep in the old funeral home. The ghost picture from the pub turned into a funeral home is the reason why.
Who knows, in any case I wouldn’t be too sure either way. There is more in this
During a brief stint at a funeral home in Vancouver, my colleagues told me of a gentleman who came in one Sunday morning, dressed in clothes from the 1920’s and without any particular purpose. They were convinced he was “dead”.
And let’s not forget the Bard
Hamlet:
Swear by my sword
Never to speak of this that you have heard.
Ghost:
Swear by his sword.
Hamlet:
Well said, old mole, canst work i’ th’ earth so fast?
A worthy pioner! Once more remove, good friends.
Horatio:
O day and night, but this is wondrous strange!
Hamlet:
And therefore as a stranger give it welcome.
There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio,
Than are dreamt of in your philosophy.