Ghost stories

Oh my God yes it was !! How did you know that haha x

I'm going back about 17/18 years here,but someone bought my dd a China doll that stood on a stand and was wearing a foul green lacey dress and bonnet-the type you'd win at bingo

I hated that doll-it had such an evil vibe,I swear her eyes used to follow me round her bedroom and I'd hear voices in my head if I got too close to her

Anyway,we where moving house so the kids had gone off with their grandparents while my friend and I moved our stuff to the new house

It's rotten to admit,but that doll creeped me out so badly,I wrapped her in newspaper and dumped her in the old house bin

Got to our new house,unpacked most of our stuff and left the few remaining boxes for the next morning

Woke up and there was that blasted doll-next to dds bed-I tried to get rid of it over the next few years but it always seemed to come back

My friend swore she hadn't fished her out of the bin and she's known for being very honest-I'd sat with her in the van and I would have seen it

A few years later,it just disappeared

Dd swears she didn't bin it-it was there when she went to school and gone when she got back

I'd been at college all day and her siblings at school,so nobody was at home all day

Can't say I was too upset about it-I've never felt such evil

Later the same night my husband woke up three time because he thought our bed was being tipped horizontally…

I get that sometimes. It's my vertigo. I feel like I'm on a air mattress in the middle of the ocean.

Name changed to post this, as spoken to several people IRL about a couple of things!

I live in a post war ex-council semi. Never had any "bad" feelings here (and I do get strange feelings in some houses), however, several years ago, I had a couple of days where I just felt off, like someone was watching me all the time.

One of these days, when I was home alone, mid morning, Ds had left a remote control car on the coffee table and I suddenly noticed the aerial on the controller bouncing from side to side, like someone had pinged it with their finger. I was sat watching it, trying to work out what could've caused it, when the car itself started up and shot forwards off the table and across the room!

The next day, again, home alone, I heard this god awful kind of static noise, so got up to see where it was coming from. Ds's wireless amp in his bedroom had turned itself on and was making that horrid noise amps make when nothing is plugged into them. The switch on the back is a very solid rocker type switch and I could not get it to sit halfway or anything, so couldn't work out how on earth it had switched on.

The uneasy feeling lasted about another day, then everything felt normal again and has done since.

Another weird one was a couple of years ago when I was sat at 11.37am having a cuppa, again completely alone, and I suddenly heard my mum's voice as clear as day saying "Oh hi Jean!" Mum has been dead since 2009, but it was unmistakably her voice. Jean was a good friend of my mum's and j in had t heard from her in a while, so I started googling, only to find Jean had died recently and her funeral had started at 11.30am. That freaked me out more than a bit!

Very creepy.

I have told this story on MN before, and also told loads of people , so probably outing. Years ago I worked with Adults with LD, in a unit that was opposite the site of an old psychiatric hospital. One day I was taking one of our residents for a walk in the old grounds opposite, and there was a figure in a long black hooded coat a few metres ahead of us. The resident I was with mainly non-verbal , but used to shout out random sounds. Every time he shouted, the figure ahead of us stopped for a few seconds, but kept facing forward. This happened about 5 or 6 times, then when it stopped it turned around to 'face' us. Well actually it didn't really have a face as such, it was like a sort of head, but had no features. It scared the bejusus out of me, so I grabbed the resident's hand and fled back to the unit. I honestly thought I had seen the grim reaper. I did not tell anyone back at work, because I thought they would book me into the mental health unit next door. The resident I was with would have been unable to communicate what we saw to back me up. Months later , when we were taking some residents on the same walk, a new member of staff said she wondered if there were ghosts around ,because of all the patients who had died in the hospital. I only then felt brave enough to recount my story. Word soon got around back at the unit, and people were intrigued, rather than doubting me. A few days later a colleague said that she had started to tell the story to her daughter who had worked at the physiatric hospital years before. When she got to the part of the figure turning around, her daughter interrupted and said, I bet she didn't have a face. It turned out that the daughter had encountered the faceless figure about 10 years previously, but had also not told anyone, incase they thought she was imagining things.

I treat them like mice! Cute but carrying diseases potentially. Bring in the pest control.

We stayed here 9 years ago and a book flew right across the huge four poster room and landed face down on the floor, open with the spine up. When I got up and reached out for it, all the hair on my arm stood on end!

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Both of the 'odd' houses that I lived in that had 'something' were newer houses.

The first was an early 1970's semi that had an oppressive feel about it. My parents had a carved stone ashtray (despite being non smokers) on top of the television in the lounge. There would sometimes be a heavy smell of cigar smoke and then ash would appear in the ashtray. No one smoked in our house and we'd had no visitors but the atmosphere would feel edgy and dark. I spent a lot of time outside of the house because I hated it but I would sometimes see a sort of dark vision or impression that looked like a large man holding a cigar.

The other was a 1990's semi. We'd only been moved in for a few months when I saw 'Ned' for the first time. We had a long room on the ground floor that was a lounge/diner (lounge at front & diner at the back) that stretched from front to back garden with sliding patio doors out to the garden and the stairs were near the front door, open to the lounge end.
One afternoon I walked down the stairs and when I got to the bottom and turned towards the diner end as the kitchen was off the diner. Stood in the diner in front of the doors was a man dressed in a yellow fisherman's sou'wester type coat with matching trousers. He was dripping wet and had the hood up hiding his face but I felt overwhelming sadness from him. He just stood completely still and I think that I said "Oh...hello". I stared at him for a minute or so and looked away to check the time for 1 second (school pick up time was due) and when I looked at him again he was gone - just vanished. I regularly saw him every few months under the exact same circumstances - it was always afternoons and he was in the exact same spot looking the same. In the end a called him Ned. On afternoons when he appeared I would say "Hello Ned - I wish you could find your peace" and I would gaze at him for a minute or so and then deliberately look away. When I looked back he was always gone leaving no trace of his having been there.

I've had lots of weird experiences but one of them when I was a child about 10 and I got an old China doll as a gift. I collected little dolls and the others looked pretty but this one creeped me out .I had them sitting on a shelf but they were facing away from the position of my bed. Every morning I woke up and the creepy doll would be facing me, it had turned round. I kept putting it back but each morning it was facing me. I thought maybe someone in the family might be pranking me. That was until one day I was in the room alone with it. I was looking at it and got such an uneasy feeling. I grabbed it wrapped it in an old top and turned it face down. I turned to leave my room when I heard a strange whooshing noise. I immediately turned back to look at the doll , it was un ravelled from the top and glaring at me. I got rid of it that day. Still spooks me out when I think about it

Would you not think that was a burglar? Or just a random member of the public on the street?

I had a lot of poltergeist activity in my 1960s house . The next occupant experienced it too .

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Was this in Harle Syke?

I get this quite a lot to be honest. I like to tell myself it’s God, but I also worry that I’m going mad!

I saw the ghost of Gloria Gaynor once.

At first I was afraid, I was petrified.

Maybe it's reflecting Mumsnet users living more 'middle class' lives in Victorian semis and so on?

I saw a deceased family member in a 1970s build house, but mistook him for a guest having a quiet moment in a side room, till he disappeared. It was a rambling house though, sorry. It was confusing because he looked familiar but was someone I'd not met in his lifetime.

@LastNight1Dreamt1WentToManderleyAgain I guess there would be more chance of a ghost in older houses than there would in a 2013 house, (as more people would have lived there.) But it's just funny (to me) that people who claim to have seen a ghost nearly always say it's a house that's 100+ years old, and it's always HUGE, and 'rambling' with dozens of rooms, (and sometimes multiple floors, and a cellar of course!) And it's nearly always rural.

It's never even 1960s, 1970s, or 1980s houses. And THEY would have had a good few people live in them, (and people who would died since living there!)

I have seen modern ones. But if I passed one in the supermarket I wouldn't know, would I?

Most houses on my street are 150 years plus old and there are older things underground; a lot of streets in the UK are like this.

It's a bit like cleaning. There is more ghost built up over time. Maybe.

I am pretty open minded and believe anything is possible, but it does make me laugh how so many stories of ghosts, demons, poltergeists, and ghouls, are in really OLD - often large houses. And often in a remote or rural place. And they're nearly always Victorian or Medieval ghosts.

It's never a ghost with a One Direction T-shirt on, in a tiny 2013 new-build semi in the middle of Wolverhampton or Croydon! 😆

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Me, my DH, DS7 and baby recently stayed in a very old cottage on holiday. First night just after 3am, I hear footsteps so prominent that I thought DS had woken up and was heading to our room. I opened the door and he wasn't there...in fact he was still in bed. I went back to bed, the door gently opened ajar and then shut.
Trying not to panic, i decided to dismiss it had happened and turned my back away from the door and went to sleep.

The footsteps continued to happen the following nights at the same time, to the point where I opened the door because I was sure someone was there. Last night..no footsteps but the whole power went out. (Restored 15 mins later)
The morning of departure, I have never been so eager to leave..everything was shoved in cases and i was practically dragging everyone outside. I then allowed myself to freak out 😆 DH decided to then tell me of the unexplained activity he saw too.

Next holiday we're staying at a Premier Inn.

I used to babysit three children who lived in a massive house. Think 4 huge floors with random corridors going off to other rooms, interlocking rooms, cellar. I used to sit in the kitchen /snug where they lived and I used to have to steel myself to go and check on the sleeping kids. Up three staircases past a wall to floor mirror half-way up. I was terrified of accidentally looking in the mirror and seeing 'something'. I would run up as fast as possible and down the same way before getting back to the cosy kitchen. Same if i needed to use the bathroom. Never saw anything, it was probably just my overactive imagination but it felt creepy.