Found this little gem of a story last week, but as it's from the same site as the other one (with some very dodgy porn) I'd rather not post the link!

It was sent in by a young woman who was appealing for any similar experiences.

'This takes place in England. I’m not a good story teller but I will try my best.

My Dad works for British Telecom as an engineer. Occasionally he and his colleagues have to work in small Telephone Exchanges which are dotted around the countryside they are usually little more that large sheds with a few rooms which hold telephone equipment that link up the larger city telephone exchanges. There is one in particular which is haunted.

So much so that neither my dad or his colleagues will go there alone anymore. This Exchange is in a small Village called Alton near the well known Alton Towers Theme Park in Staffordshire.

This Telephone Exchange is very small. It is quite hidden in the middle of nowhere has gates and a long drive to the building it has one entrance a corridor and two rooms both rooms can only be entered from that corridor so nobody could get in any other way.

Anyway my dad has in the past been there alone at night working. He has on many instances been in one of the rooms and heard the entrance door open and shut and heard distinct footsteps walk down the corridor past the door to the room he is in and enter the door to the other room.

Knowing that nobody else was due to be working there at that time of night and in the middle of nowhere he decided to investigate who it was in case it was a vandal who might damage the valuable equipment. When he left the room and walked into the other room where he had heard someone enter he found nobody there he hunted around but found nothing, no lights on or anything. This has happened a number of times. His other colleagues have all experienced the same thing. But never any evidence that anybody had been in the building apart from themselves.

One colleague in particular had an altogether more frightening experience.

One day in broad daylight he was working in the main room with all the equipment alone. He was working away minding his own business when all of a sudden he heard all the windows behind him banging. He swiftly turned around and to his horror confronted with the sight of 15to20 medieval monks with big clubs and furious looks on there faces banging at the windows trying to get in at him. The felt the atmosphere a mood of the place change dramatically and become really electric and it seemed that the windows were wobbling. As you can imagine he was absolutely terrified. He ran up the corridor and luckily for him had parked his BT van right outside the door. He leapt in leaving all his equipment behind and drove as fast as he could down the driveway towards the entrance gates. He can remember looking in his rear view mirror and seeing monks running down the driveway after him shouting and waving sticks at him. Just as he got to the gates suddenly in front of him two more monks appeared and started running towards him with furious faces and trying to hit the car with their sticks. The strange thing is that there was one memory that he really remembers. One of the monks looked right at him through the windscreen and was a black man.

This took him by surprise because he had imagined that in the past that a black monk would have been unusual. Anyhow the next day he was so upset he went to the doctor who took one look at him and told him he was signing him off sick for 2 months because although he did not know exactly what my dads friend had seen he could tell that whatever he had seen almost frightened him to death He was a nervous wreck for months. They have since found out that the Telephone exchange is built in a remote part of the village off the beaten track and did once have a small monastery.

My dad also recalls another strange thing. He was also there one day on his own. It was lunch time so decided get some fresh air. He went up to the fields at the back of the exchange. He opened a gate and walked into a field. He says that the he experienced the strangest sensation that the atmosphere of the place had changed. He cant quite explain what it was but something did not seem right. He noticed in front of him a bunch of rabbits in the field. The moment the atmosphere changed all the rabbits suddenly looked up at him and all stood up on there back legs and started glaring at him strangely, not frightened but as if they were really angry. He got the impression that he should not have been there.. He felt so uncomfortable and nervous that he swiftly turned around and ran out of the field (Now my dad is a real sceptic and not one for running away from a bunch of bunny rabbits). Where once again the atmosphere changed and he felt at ease again. Fortunately its very rare anybody ever has to go there anymore. My dad says he would rather not go there if he can possibly help it.'

Oooooooo-er!
Who-ever thought a job in BT would be exciting?

Hammy x x x

Spooky!!

Thanks for sharing Hammy!

(I like your new Avatar... the cutest one yet)

Crikey, nasty, that, Hams.

And I'm not refering to the oncoming Hamstergeddon, either.

I wonder if all that electrical equipment, creates an atmosphere for whatever psychic residue is around, to appear? Or is it, as the sceptics would have it, the electricity caused an hallucination of the monks.

Was any damage done to the van? That would be interesting. Actually, couldn't all that electricity in the air damage the equipment? Maybe BT can put some of it's breakdowns down to the paranormal?

There's no other information on the van Cuffy.
Perhaps the guy hallucinated?
Maybe you're right ~ all the static and electricity built up to generate enough energy for these things to manifest........
Or maybe the bloke was as potty as a hat-stand!

Nasty monks?
Red-cheeked, round-faced jolly monks being nasty?
No!!!!!!



The only 'dodgy' ones I heard of were in that place in Italy.......ummmm......Lucedio....... the one where they grow the risotto rice.........you know the ones! The devil-worshipping canabal monks.......mmmmm...

*groan*



so you reckon it was a bunch of beered-up monks then..........*sigh*....get a group of blokes together, throw in some booze, and there is bound to be trouble!

Hammy x x x

Not necessarily. Viz Catern's Grave.

A wee bit off topic ,

But Buckfast tonic wine is still brewed by Monks in Devon!!

This stuff makes you mental to say the least, I imagine if the Monks where to partake in a dabblke of the Old tonic they would attack their own maker on that rocket fuel!

Rocket fuel

note the bit a about ingredients "The main difficulty lies in the successful addition of inert substances to a base wine - a living and natural entity"

What

Back on topic Hammy , I think the electrical brain distortion would be a plausibble explanation, But the Black Monk...

2 things Spring to mind depending on True paranormal or Elec brian etc.

1) The Guy may have had a bad expereince associated with Black people and when his brain started making him hallucinate this may have been projected by his mind

2) Only recently Scotland discovered the first Black footballer in the team was in the 20' or somthing, (how they missed I'll never know) So if it was Mad Monk Ghosts I don't think its totally far fetched to think there was not one in the whole of britian at that time!

Maybe you could try searching historical records to see if there ever was a Black Monk in England ever, and if there was, and happened to be in that area , You may have more than a coicidence

*dons anorak and thick coke-bottle-bottom glasses*

Monks were a holy order, and travellers could stay there to rest, or baddies could seek sanctuary. Now, many coloured travellers came to Britain from Morrocco in the early years after the Crusades, and were known as Moors. Some of them, in fact a large number, were rich and were treated like royalty. Some had converted to christianity......so it would make perfect sense to see a coloured monk!

*takes off geek specs*

Hammy x x x

Yep, sure is an odd case. Can't think why monks would want clubs anyway.

*waits for inevitable comments about monks 'clubbing' together/going 'clubbing' etc*

Well I've just about managed to steer clear of the puns, took a *lot* of effort though