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Hello, I wrote and recorded a song about the 'Roll Right Stones' back in 1984 while I was living in England at RAF Upper Heyford as a young man. The place inspired me. Such resonance surrounds the stones. I would love to visit it again. I remember an old farmer telling my two friends and myself about the 'Whispering Knights', and some other bits and pieces about the 'Eldern Tree', and how it was taken down because it was thought to be a 'Witch' keeping any eye on her bounty. Of course we stood by the 'King Stone', took our strides forward, and saw the tip of the church tower of 'Long Compton'. Please let anyone who wants to, listen to this song called 'The Stones' by going to these links http://www.mp3.com.au/track.asp?id=87167 and http://www.wintersteel.com/Rollright_Stones.html It will definitely bring back the feeling of enchantment I got when I went there. Or just type my name in the Google search engine, along with The Stones and you will find it. Thanks, Jeff Knabel

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Hello, Last spring while I was playing guitar and working on some new music, I thought I saw someone out of the corner of my eye. In fact, I'd been staying there for a few weeks by then, and thought I felt some sort of presence there. That night when I went to bed, I put on a video. 'The People Who Live Under the Stairs'. I fell asleep and I felt a cold whisper in my ear. I woke up to find the movie still playing and the face of a woman on the TV. screen. I felt the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. That was about 2 a.m. in the morning. I tried to go back to sleep, but my mind was on high alert. A few hours later I made some coffee, and started to play my guitar. I felt a presence in the room again, but it felt friendly, as if it liked what I was playing. As I played, I came up with a nice chord progression, some lyrics, and a cool chorus line. An hour or so later I finished writing my song called 'U Don't Know'. The vibe in the place was electric. My friend Joe, the present owner of the building, came home around 10 a.m. I told him about my experience the night before, and the song that I wrote about it. He told me he knew about a presence in the building, but didn't want to scare me. He said he had had some friends over in the past that felt the same sort of energy that I did. He asked me what the ghost sounded like. I said 'A woman in her 30's mabye'. He asked me what she looked like. I described her and his jaw dropped to the floor. Joe asked me to wait in the room while he went to get something. He came back ten minutes later with an old photograph he had been keeping in storage with other old artifacts. These things where still upstairs when he first bought the building a year before. Remember the upstairs had been locked up for years. When he showed me the photo, it was a black and white picture of a lady in her late 20's, dressed in an old western theater outfit. She was the same lady I had seen the night before. I was shocked!!! I stayed there for a few more weeks, and every time I played guitar and sang she would let her presence be known. It was a friendly presence as it turned out. So now when I go to visit my friend Joe, at 'The Times Call' building, she lets me know she's still there. Here's some links to the song I wrote about her http://www.mp3.com.au/track.asp?id=135016 and http://www.wintersteel.com/Ghost_Song.html Anyone who likes can use the links to the song 'U Don't Know' on their website. Type my name in 'Google' for more info. Enjoy, Jeff Knabel

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This story is true. If you don't believe it, too bad. Me and my friend were trying to stay up all night at her house. Now, he had said her house was unnatural, but I didn't buy it. So it was about 11:30 at night and we kept telling each other stories about ghosts who came and attacked at midnight for laughs. But then, come 12:00, it wasn't very funny any more. First we heard thumping sounds, as if someone with big feet was stomping around downstairs. Then we saw something that, well, I can't really describe it. It was sort of like a mist, only much scarier. And then his window shattered. We hid in the closet for God knows how long, hoping it wouldn't come to us. We came out of the closet around 5:00 the next morning. My friend's parents came home and we told them the story. They punished us for breaking the window. I'll never forget that night, though I desperately want to.

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This one time i was visiting my grandpa in a nursing home. He wasn't dying or anything, but my mother asked me to bring him a mirror to brush his hair with. So i brought him the mirror and when he was done he pointed it at me so i could look at myself. But I always saw this man dressed in dark blue out of the corner of the mirror. Whenever I turned to look at him out of the window, he wasn't there. I don't really know what happened that day. I have not seen the man since, and my grandpa is doing fine.