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Quand il pleut, il pleut
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Join Date: Aug 2009
Posts: 75,960
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Quand il pleut, il pleut
Join Date: Aug 2009
Posts: 75,960
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..here's one that happened to me...
..we were staying in an old cottage in Devon with my brother and his wife...my son was only a toddler at the time...he was a really placid child and hardly ever cried, but for some reason he seemed very unsettled as soon as we got there...he was upset the whole time, yet he didn't seem ill....
..the part where we slept in was a newer extension to the building..but the original cottage was used as a snooker/pool/games room and my brother's bedroom was near that....all through the night, my brother would hear the clacking of the pool balls...he kept going to check if someone was playing but there was nobody there....
...sounds funny and not very sinister..but it was strange...
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