cymart wrote:Leaving politics aside for now,a couple of years ago I spoke to a Turkish Cypriot who lived in London before and we got into a discussion about metaphysical stuff and the paranormal as he was also interested in this kind of phenomena and we agreed Cyprus must be a potentially 'hot-site' for ghosts and hauntings due to it's very troubled history with many people dying violently etc.He told me that he knew several soldiers who had bad experiences while posted in the closed area of Varosha and one said he had asked to be transferred after being badly shaken up there.Although there is a lot of debris and loose window shutters and doors etc. which the wind can blow around and make noises, as well as wild cats,rats etc. there were reports of phenomena such as voices,unexplainable sounds like footsteps in buildings and in streets and even mysterious lights and shadows at night etc. where nobody has lived since 1974....people living in the houses next to the closed area have also sometimes reported similar things and say the whole place just has a 'bad atmosphere' which can only be understood if it is experienced continually.
From an investigators viewpoint,Varosha fits all the criterion for a potentially haunted site...can anyone add any serious comments or info?
Well, for what it's worth, one evening I strolled along the beach in order to observe the devastation of the once beautiful hotels, I went as far as was permitted and came across the wire fence just as it was beginning to get rather dark.
I read the sign which declared the area a 'Forbidden Zone' and glanced over it, something moved about twenty five metres within the field of my vision and it lumbered toward me almost ape-like.
The young lady I was with screamed and turned to run, I restrained her and peered into the corner where the creature had quickly secreted itself.
Determined to discover what had caused such alarm in my female companion, I called on the 'beast' (or whatever else it might be) to reveal itself.
There was a scraping and shuffling noise, a low grunt and a rasping guttural sound as a figure emerged from the shadows and slowly approached....... my lady screamed again and I myself stood transfixed as the figure became silhouetted against the lighter background of the wall behind it.
It finally emerged fully into view, revealing itself to be a Turkish guard and such was the relief I felt that I could not help but laugh at the sight of such a bedraggled looking scruff in the guise of a soldier.
My God, if he were under MY command I would have had the 'Provo Sergeant' march the little rat straight to the guardhouse.
If he came up before ME on a charge, he wouldn't stand the 'Ghost' of a chance.