To ask for your woo tales?

What’s that?

One day after school my siblings and I were walking up the front stairs my little sister (maybe 5 at the time) said “grandpa has died." Later my dad called us in to where he was sitting to tell us some news and my sister repeated “grandpa has died". My dad was so shocked, asking how could she possibly have known that?
Grandpa had been in great health, fit and doing great but had died suddenly from complications caused by an undetected deep vein thrombosis from a flight from UK to Australia.

My 4yo DD comes out with some right creepy stuff. She told us she had another mama and tata? that’s what she called her last mummy and daddy, she had 2 sisters, a brother and she lived near a river called Rega. I thought she was getting mixed up as we live next to a famous Scottish river as in we can see it out our window. Since she’s been born we haven’t left the country so can’t say she’s remembered something from a holiday or the like but thought nothing of it and nodded along.

A few months later I’m picking her up from nursery and meet the mum of another little girl that started at the nursery 2 weeks prior. The mum asked me what side of the family is Polish? I told her none of us were, all born here including our own parents, grandparents etc. She looked a bit baffled and told me on the first day her DD started that my DD said Czesc “Jemima “?? to her daughter. Had no idea what she was talking about and said it must be a made up word or she’s got it mixed up as they are learning Gaelic and Spanish to which she informed me no, she said hello in Polish, told her all about Rega and her mama and tata? I asked her if she knew what that means as this has been going on for a while now and she said yeah, that’s what some people call their mum and dad in Polish and Rega is a river in Poland.

Needless to say that creeped me right out lol!!

I was staying overnight with a friend in my twenties. My friend said you take my bed and I will sleep on a mattress on the floor. She then told me that her boyfriend refused to stay overnight because he felt someone poking him while he was sleeping.

After the lights went out, I suddenly felt someone tucking me in really tightly. I asked my friend if she was poking and tucking me in and she said that’s exactly what my boyfriend used to say. It was a very strange feeling.

Also, not long after my great grandad died, we were all gathered at my nans house for a memorial. I was only about 4 and I needed the toilet but refused to go upstairs. When asked, I said (according to my mum), that I couldn’t go upstairs because grandad wouldn’t let me. There as a shadow on the wall.

Years ago, when I lived in an old pub with my parents, I woke up to get ready for work. As I went down the stairs, I heard someone shout my name, as if right my by ear. Shit the life out of me…but no one was there

Similar to the poster above one of the homes I lived in as a teenager was odd/ haunted/ whatever word you wish to use.

There was a very bizarre heavy feeling about the house and odd goings on. So for example, we had the whole house stripped out and replastered/ decorated including loft boarded out....three months after the loft had been boarded (and we had used it several times since) I went up to help my dad put away the Christmas Dec's and a calender from 1963 fell out of the loft (so we had opened the hatch, came back down the ladders to get a box and then this calender flew down as if someone chucked it down) it was incredibly bizarre. Had all dates/ birthdays/ important events circled and little notes wrote on the sides, shopping lists and little reminders...we put the calender back with the Christmas decorations and it was never seen again. Several strange incidents like this happened over the years- a very old tin of quality streets appearing in the pantry cupboard (and then disappearing), very old fashioned shoes appearing in the shoe rack, an old box of marbles found on the hall table to name a few!

The house used to have these cold moments where your arm hair would stand up and you could feel a presence in the room, the air temperature would drop dramatically for a minute or so. The taps would run, doors would slam and ornaments/ photo frames would fall off the bookcases / shelves and the worse part was you could hear "small people" footsteps run up and down the corridors both day and night...as if a kid was running up and down between the bedrooms this happened no matter where you were in the house. I was so so so glad to leave that house, I've not lived in a house like it since and never want to live in one again!

I've told this story on a thread before.

In the late 70s, my mum went into premature labour at 28 weeks with twins, both were born around 2 hours later. One died around 36 hours after birth. It destroyed my mum, she can rarely bring herself to even mention his name, even now.
My remaining brother is severely disabled, cognitively and physically.
He's mid 40s now, his level of understanding is that of a late toddler.

Anyway, as a child, he could often be heard babbling and chatting away to himself, especially at night.
One night, he was very clearly having a conversation with someone, saying how we all were etc.
Another time he just blurted out his brothers name, then put his head down and whispered 'no, he's not here yet'
Another night the handle on his bedroom door went, like it was being opened - my brother has no lower limb function at all....

Oh bloody hell why do I read these before bed! 🤣

Last year, I was taking the dog for a walk through the housing estate where I live. At one point there is a tall, scrappy hedge across the road, with a narrow opening to allow pedestrians through.

As I was approaching the hedge there was a man approaching from the opposite direction. Chinos, anorak, contemprary hairdo, and with him a mature, stocky black labrador.

As he approached the gateway he moved to the side to let me and my doggy through first. When we were a few feet away from the gateway, someone to our right slammed a door very loud, and doggy and I both automatically turned to the noise momentarily.

When we turned back, man and dog were gone. There was nowhere for them to have scamped off to the other side of the hedge - they just weren't there.

I have a few from the house I grew up in, but more recently me and my bf were staying in a local pub/b&b, and in the middle of the night I was lying on my side and had my leg sharply yanked out of the bed towards the wall. I spoke to the bar lady in the morning about it when we were checking out and it turns out there’s been a LOT of woo activity in the pub over the years.

😂😂

@arrivealive's post has reminded me of something.
Just after my mum died I was at her house alone in her room trying to find a photo of her to use for her order of service. I was so upset to be there amongst all her personal things but without her. Suddenly I was surrounded by the smell of cigarette smoke. Not stale smoke but that smell when someone just lights a cigarette. My mum loved the odd cigarette and the smell was just so comforting I actually said, "Hello Mum". The smell went as soon as it had come.

I found the photo and went downstairs to where my brother and our old dad were having a cuppa in the living room and sat down to tell them the story. The moment I said, "and suddenly I could smell smoke" the room filled with the scent again.......all of our eyes popped out of our heads and we were stunned.

We tried to talk sense into ourselves afterwards - but it was so real.

I get a strong scent of my grandma who passed away many years ago - it started when I was going through a really difficult time. I can go many years without noticing it and then it can appear. I tend to associate it with meaning that something is going to happen but it will be ok. My family all know about this.
When my sister was in labour hours passed with hearing nothing and we were starting to worry. I got this really strong smell and a sense of peace. I told my DH that I knew the baby had been born and all was ok. He noted the time. The baby was born one minute before I told him.
A few years ago we were on holiday and all morning I was getting this scent. It worried me so I told my husband I'd phone my Mum just to check all was ok. An hour later my husband had a seizure behind the wheel of the car. It was terrifying. He was ok fortunately.
My daughter experienced something too. She was driving late with friends one night and a strong feeling of fear came over her. She pulled over because it frightened her. A minute later a car came speeding around the corner on the wrong side of the road. If she hadn't have pulled over she would likely have been hit.

We have an elderly man ghost in our house and many people have either seen or felt him. Our house used to be a B&B and we have many stories of guests seeing him and assuming he was another guest. He used to sit on the bed and sigh or smoke cigarettes around the house. He's been about for decades,(The house was built in 1878) but when DS1 was aged around 3 he seemed to completely vanish. DS1 used to chat to him as well and once I came into the room and asked him who he was talking to and he said 'that man over there was talking to me'.

Recently I saw and heard him again (DS1 is now 14) and I said to DH 'The old man is back'. DH just said 'Oh good. I've been worried we scared him off'.

About 20 years ago in another house we had a ghost dog. Both DH and I saw him many a time and he used to nudge the back of our legs when we were in the kitchen.

I've never been afraid of our ghosts. Just feel like we are all a bit of a family, really.

I live in a cottage in the Highlands, which was built in 1875 and - nothing. Yet years ago when I was in school mum and I lived in a new build, literally the first people to live there. She was always going to mediums and psychics and I was a very sneery teenager about this. One evening I came home from visiting my friend and mum had had some friends round, and they'd got out a ouija board. They'd stopped for tea and biscuits and the board was lying on the table. I scoffed and said 'you should know better than to believe in all this rubbish', and the glass tumbler they had been using rose up a few inches in the air and then shattered.

We’ve lived in our house for 20 years. Every child under the age of five who’s stayed here (including DS) has asked who ‘the man’ is. The swing would suddenly start moving long after DS went to bed on a perfectly still night. Our bedroom door will fly open, we can feel people sitting on the bed and I can be in bed on my own and the duvet will mysteriously pull back. No intention of selling up so we just live alongside him.

😲😲😲

When I was at infants school I was suddenly taken poorly and the school called my mum and asked her to come to collect me and take me home. The call arrived immediately after a phone call saying that my grandma had died of a stroke.

My mum always maintained that my poorly spell was my grandma, from whom I was inseparable had tried to take me with her.

I used to work in a&e and was pushing a young patient to the ward in a wheelchair one early morning (2/3am). As we approached the double glass door we noted a woman in a hospital gown pushing a drip stand walking behind us in the reflection of the glass. Nothing unusual, lots of patients pop out for a smoke. I said to my patient ‘I’ll just grab the door and let the lady behind get past us before we go’. When I turned around the woman wasn’t there. There were no other turnings for her to have gone.

The patient said ‘where on earth did she go?!’ We were baffled. We both vividly saw her.

Years ago, my parents decided to get a dog after a period of not having one. They’re farmers, so weren’t looking for a pet really. They ended up with a “failed” sheepdog, who was a lovely dog but absolutely useless on the farm. Despite my mum not being the main doggy person, they developed a really strong bond. The dog would follow her down the garden path, curl up inconveniently underneath the computer chair, she was always THERE.

Eventually of course she got old and had to be put to sleep. My parents decided not to get another. Obviously, being on a farm, any neighbours’ dogs are about 2 miles away, so no other dogs hanging around. This was about 3 years before I had my daughter. Almost the first thing my daughter said when she started to speak was “doggy!” And almost the first time she said that was when she was pointing over my mum’s shoulder while being carried down the garden path, and sitting on the floor in the house pointing at where the computer chair used to be. Exactly where their old dog would always have been.

my mum also swears she’s heard the distinctive sound of that dog’s claws on the tiles, and the snooze she made every time she pushed her way out from behind the sofa whenever she thought my mum was going to do something she ought to supervise.

@letmeeatinpeace that would be great. Dead mice premonitions aren't really very useful 😂

It's so weird, isn't it! If only our precognitive dreams could be put to some use, like winning the lottery!

This happened to a friend's kitchen clock at the time her son died in an accident abroad. This was early 90s.