Well, In 2003 while I was in the RAF, I become a bit of a burden, and kept getting in trouble. It got to the point where I had to get sent to the HM Prison, Colchester, Essex...

Colchester Garrison is built on top of Roman ruins, and can be found here http://www.catuk.org/excavations/garrison/index.html

While I was 'inside', as you can imagine theres not alot to do in your own time being locked down, and a few suggested to do a ouija board when the lights were knocked out! So one night, we're locked up, all in our room, 8 of us. We get the table out, We make a board, and we start... One of us is doing the talking, No ones said anything about no one, and we as you can imagine no nothing about anyone else as we're all from different units from all over the UK that have been sent there.

So there we have it, 8 random lads that know nothing about each other, One room, One table, One cup upside down with all our finger tips on it. No possible way of any of us being able to move it (try it, you'll know what I mean) and as we're doing what we was... It spelling out a name, a name of a lad thats died in WW2,( I noted down the name, so when I came out of the Garrison, I could look it up, and I did.. But at the moment I can't find my the bit of paper )

Now, we're all sat there, In horror of whats going on, This name thats been spelt out, and we all know that the Garrison is built on Roman Ruins, So we think its from there... We all decided to fuck it off, as its got to us a bit, and with no one touching the cup, It flew of the table and landed on the floor! (Plastic cup btw) All of us shout "FUCK THAT" and get in our beds, Something wasn't right, I could tell, As could the others... Some fucked up shit, and something I still think about to this day.


So I believe in ghosts? I don't know.