Ghost stories

so this was when I was hospitalized in a mental hospital and I had two roommates in my room and I was talking with them saying we should see what has been following one of my roommates since she was a little girl and the room we were in was one of the 5 portals in the hospital we started the seance on one girl Emily As soon as we started we heard a loud scratching on one of the beds im telling you I was crying because of how awkward it felt in that room and I turn to Emily she was looking directly at me , when I say that I knew that wasn’t her I knew it wasn’t and you might think that’s not real I’m telling you Emily had a very high pitch voice this voice was so deep it actually was sounding like a male and then I would say can I talk to Emily please her eye grew , I meant to say this earlier but her eyes dilated got really tiny when that male voice was talking . Then I asked if I can get Emily back and she came back then when I asked a question to the male voice another scratching noise and a breathe and something or somone screaming hello into my ear I look over to Emily again staring directly at the girl that that thing was atacted to her .

Oops sorry wrong thread! Was meant for the ghost/horror books thread

Sorry I keep mentioning audiobooks but obvs they're available as books. I just drove 8 hours last night and listened to the amityville horror most of the way (free from the local library app libby-amazing free resource! Join your library if you haven't!) It's great. I took a break to listen to something lighthearted and when I put it on again I realised how atmospheric it was. Felt all gloomy and worried heh.

Can I make a recommendation? Search YouTube for 'ghosts on the London underground' there are some great stories.

Very similar - how strange. I wouldn't be able to describe 'my' disappearing man, but he looked just like any other commuter.

I wonder if what we see in these situations are energy replays? Just thinking of the 'living ghost' upthread, where something traumatic has happened in a particular place and it has almost recorded itself into the setting.

@OwlOwlOwl Your family will gradually pay a few pennies to stream Taylor Swift and believe it really is her voice.

But it isn't.

I don't care what anyone says I am sure you can 'feel' ghosts / presence both good and bad. My family think it's nonsense though!

Oh my Goodness. What a lucky escape!. Did you Google to see if there were any attacks or women going missing in that area at that time?

@coxesorangepippin It is too early to call 'last orders'. Wait for the sake it's nearly Halloween.

Then, I will bring some white magic stories to dilute or defeat the black things. The Shuck. The Goatman. The Gnarled Hag at an acute angle in the West Country guest house. The 'ring-a-ring of roses' children. The man half under surface level running as he tracks the cars in the Peak District. Those people we see or hear in our houses.

I know all of these dark things. I learned how to defeat them. Keep this thread. It may save your soul.

I lived in a haunted house a few years ago, I saw shadows all the time, and always felt scared when I was on my own. I have been tapped on the head and poked in the back, electric toys were always turning on by themselves and once it even threw a toy across the room. One night I had sleep paralysis and a demon climbed on top of me, it was horrific.
Im sure it wasn’t my imagination because we have moved a few times since then and nothing like that has ever happened anywhere else. I’m so grateful I will never have to go back there.

Shameless call for anymore for anymore

Ten years ago we moved into a gorgeous semi detached Edwardian house in a large quite run down town. I was heavily pregnant at the time with our first baby. The first night we heard children running up and down the stairs, I commented that they were clearly living nest door and was annoyed how thin the walls were because it sounded like the children were in our house.

Our neighbours were an elderly couple and had no children.

As my due date neared I often heard the children running up and down the stairs.
I also woke occasionally in the night and heard my husband walking around the room and was very annoyed because I really needed my sleep at this point - except that then I realised he was next to me.

Finally I woke a few times with a figure at the end of the bed and once with someone pulling my duvet off.

I was weirdly fine about all this! It calmed down hugely when I had the baby, although I still sometimes heard the children on the stairs, and a strange smell that emanated from the basement.

I became really interested in the family that lived there during WW1, a large family that had originally come from Ireland, one of the sons died during the august of 1918 and I visited the war memorial in park in my town to pay my respects and I said how sad and sorry I was that it had to end that way for him. I often looked out of the windows in the front sitting room (original glass in original sash windows) thinking of his Mum and wondering whether she'd got the telegram sitting there watching the telegram boy walking up the path. I remember speaking out loud to her and saying how sorry I was and that I was glad I'd brought a new baby into the house. It all stopped in the end but I often wonder about that time and whether it was sleep deprivation or hormones or some kind of haunting - I feel like I said out loud the things that mother and son needed to say or hear!

It would have been interesting to find out the time of his death. In fact I think that was a lovely dream . I had a friend who died and we had fallen out because of her behaviour towards me . She came to me in a dream but as a young woman and she apologised for some of the things she said and did . She was a believer in the afterlife and said she would come back and let me know . I guess that was her way of telling me .

@AllThePotatoesAreSingingJingleBells I'm in Wolverhampton.

Re the hearing someone telling you to 'get out' or 'hide' I went to uni with a working firefighter (he was prepping for retirement) he said he had a voice that told him to get out when things were going wrong.

Mr Ballan tells a good story but this is a link to a woman who 'heard' her brain tumour.

www.irishtimes.com/news/voices-told-woman-she-had-brain-tumour-1.138853

RiftGibbon Your experience of the vanishing passenger on the train reminded me of an experience I had about 5 years ago. I was travelling on a tube train towards Heathrow from London after a night out. It was about 11.30pm,and the train carriage was gradually emptying at each station as we approached Heathrow. By the time we reached Hatton Cross station,there was only me and one other passenger,a woman in her 30s,left in the carriage. I was sitting about halfway along the carriage,and she was sitting at the other end,about 10 metres away. As we approached Heathrow,I noticed her stand up and head towards the train door. As the train slowed I also stood up and went towards the next door along from where she was,then noticed that she wasn't by the door any more. I looked around the carriage but couldn't see her anywhere. There was absolutely no one else in the carriage at all. This was before the train doors had opened. She had just vanished.

An oldie but a goodie…

www.mumsnet.com/talk/am_i_being_unreasonable/4261497-Creepy-Forest-Dog-running-off-Scary-tale

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I'm not sure what you would class this as. But this is my experience. I am a nurse. A few years back there was a patient who was end of life, and had been for a few weeks. I looked after them a few times. One night I had a dream that I was looking after this patient when they suddenly got up out of bed, sort of transformed back to how they looked before they became ill then walked to the door and told me they were "going now".

My next shift I was saddened to find out that patient had died the same night I had that dream.

Crikey, apple cider!

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@AllThePotatoesAreSingingJingleBells

I remember when Mitton Hall used to be a restaurant, I was only young, it was mid 80s that we used to go there. We used to love sitting in the main dining area with the fireplace. I remember the wooden panelled walls etc it was so old. The newer bit had a conservatory I remember. It used to be so busy!

I don't remember any spooky activity though (apart from my drunk grandma!)

I had a Paranormal experience once, but I am not certain whether I saw a ghost or whether it was any other spirit. I can’t even say for certain whether something happened at all.

A couple of years ago, my husband and I dreamt that there was a man in our bedroom. After speaking to my husband the next day I feared that it wasn’t a dream after all and that there was someone indeed!

I dreamt that we were lying in bed at night and that a man stood at the door staring at me. In my dream, my husband was standing in the corner with a heavy candlelight waiting for an opportunity to hit it over the man. I was so petrified in my dream that I couldn’t move or scream, and was desperate for my husband to do anything.

My husband dreamt that we were lying in bed at night and there was a man standing next to my side of the bed and was masturbating. He was chanting and muttering and then ejaculated over my body. He appeared to be in a trance state. My husband said that he tried to move and shout but couldn’t. He was petrified for some reasons and in despair that he couldn’t protect me.

A shiver run down my spine the next morning when we learned that we had similar dreams.

We hadn’t seen any movies that could have triggered such a dream and I couldn’t shake of the feeling that there was a man in our room indeed. I couldn’t say what the man looked like but my husband said that he appeared to be Indian or Indigenous.

A couple of month passed and I met this man again. In real life!

We went to a concert in a small venue in a town nearby. We were the first people to arrive and had a drink at the bar that was attached to the venue.

I suddenly felt being watched and when I turned around, I saw a man and a cold shiver run down my spine as I instantly knew that it was the man from my dream.
I know it sounds strange as I didn’t recall what he looked like but I just knew it.

He was mature. Maybe 50 years old and looked like an Indian or Indigenous. Tanned skin, long black hair, and leather clothes with tribes jewellery. It was a rock concert so this wasn’t unusual.

He was just staring at me intensely but for some reasons, I wasn’t scared of him at all. It was more the opposite. He was emitting warmths and I perceived him as some kind of guardian angel.

It didn’t take long until he came over to us. He started a conversation with my husband and appeared very friendly. He kept looking at me discreetly, and I could feel that he was burning to speak to me.

When my husband went to the toiled, the man talked to me. He asked my name, the meaning of it and where I was from.
He was very interested in me but I don’t think he was physically attracted to me. I thought he was a spiritual person who felt that we had a connection.

The band came on and the venue got filled but he kept observing me from the other side of the venue.
I debated with myself whether I should ask him about the dream, but then the night went on and I lost sight of him. I never saw him again. My husband didn’t recognise the man and couldn’t recall whether he resembled the one in his dream

Another one then.

My family were good friends with the owner of Mitton Hall in the 70s. They spent a lot of time there after hours with the owner and his partner, and often stayed the night, usually taking their dogs along. One night as my Grandad was coming back from his room, a young girl, about 13 or 14, walked up the stairs, across the mezzanine, and then carried on towards the rooms up there. He asked his friend who she was. His friend replied ‘what do you mean? There’s no one else here but us’. Just as his friend replied, all 3 dogs started howling and then all stopped at the same time.

I’ve heard other stories about Mitton Hall. We definitely live in an interesting place. I think Towneley Hall was on Most Haunted!

I enjoyed the Uncanny TV programme shown in October last year . There was one about someone who kept seeing a child running past her window. It turned out that part of the labyrinth of a local disused mine went under her house and a young boy working in the mine had got lost in the pitch black many years ago. 🙁

Oh God saw a mention of Harle Syke and Pendle and knew I had to contribute! ( another one from Burnley)

I have seen some very strange things, most of which were around Towneley Hall. I used to live near there and was walking up Todmorden Road, where it's walled on either side. A little fella was coming towards me with a Yorkshire terrier. I nodded to him. Something seemed off. I turned around and he wasn't there. He'd gone!! But there was nowhere to go! It was a stone wall!!!

Argh.

My mum and dad also saw a strange wolf man creature crossing the road a bit further up, near the top Towneley car park. It was kind of hunched, looked like a man wolf 😨

That whole area is very atmospheric. My grandma also swore she saw fairies in the woods behind Towneley.

Fuck do I know this one though!! Hello neighbour. Queen Street Mill. My uncle lived off Thursby Road, he told me about the knocker when I was a little girl. He was a security guard so lots of early starts and swore he heard him more than once.

My Grandad worked in Bank Hall pit (and before that Hapton Valley, left weeks before the disaster) and he told me some stories!!!

He’s not woo at all but there are some things that he could’t explain. One day he was in the pit with his apprentice and saw a head torch coming towards him. Called out a couple of times. No answer. He was getting quite cross at this point - my grandad wasn’t a miner but the work he did could be dangerous so it was restricted people in the area only, as the work carried a higher risk of explosion. The head torch kept bobbing towards him and kept coming, and then bobbed right past them. These were tiny narrow passageways, you had to go in single file. They bricked it of course and legged it. They didn’t come across the light on their way back and when the next person they saw swore no one else had come up before them.

Another time he was working with his apprentice and heard someone shout ‘GET DOWN’ so he did, grabbing his apprentice and diving into the dirt. Just then some overhead cables snapped and basically crossed over each other at shoulder height. It would have decapitated them.

No one else was down there.