Ghost stories

My first house..
As soon as I viewed it my blood ran cold and I had such as uneasy feeling, especially on the upstairs landing. The house was otherwise perfect and a renovation project so I put it down to just needing some work done. Except I renovated it top to bottom and the feeling didn’t go away.
It was just me and my daughter living in the house. It was beautifully done but I would feel the most awful sense of dread come over me as soon as I stepped into the house, people would feel like they were being watched and then I started to see shadows of figures upstairs. I can’t really describe how the house felt but once the figures started to become more prominent we moved.

I downsized and moved into another house that needed work just so I could move asap. That house felt so light and freeing from the second I walked into it that I knew it was the right choice to move.

The dad thing!!! You guys keep reminding me of things!! Am I just a magnet for this stuff? 😩😂

When I was younger my dad came into my room and stood over me in the middle of the night. Because I was a kid I thought he was just checking on me, so I mumbled at him and then went to sleep. In the morning I asked him about it and he said he didn’t come in 😰 also from that night onwards my favourite toy had disappeared off the face of the earth which is very weird.

I stayed at the Red Lion in Colchester with my then two year old. It’s apparently one of the most haunted hotels in the U.K., and the room we were in was certainly atmospheric- very old with beams and it even had part of the ancient wall made with straw and mud behind a pane of glass. Anyway, the night passed without incident although I did hear my boy stir and mumble a few times from the travel cot.

When he woke for the morning he stood up, pointed at the chair next to the cot and said ‘oh! Lady gone!’

At primary school one of my friends would often tell us stories about the ghost in her house. How one day her family arrived home to hear water running in the bath. Went upstairs to find both taps on. They turned the taps off but not long after they arrived home to hear water and this time the taps themselves were gone. Wet handprints would appear on the wall. Stuff was always disappearing or being moved about.
She was an intelligent, shy, quiet girl and not given to boasting or making things up, so her stories definitely chilled us.
I only went to her home once and the hallway and stairs were crammed with vintage clocks. Her dad collected them and they were all ticking and chiming away.
I asked to use the loo and was directed to the bathroom upstairs. Half way up the stairs the air turned icy cold and I suddenly felt scared stiff. Used the loo as quickly as I could and raced back to the living room.

I never went back but I always believed her tales after that

The first thing that popped into my mind I decided not to post, then I read the comments in the thread so far and now i have to... because it's another duplicate dad one, and now I'm wondering if it's a thing?!

I was primary school age, and had woken up in the middle of the night and couldnt get back to sleep as I was feeling really weird. These days I'd call it uneasy, but back then I just remember "I feel weird". After laying awake a while, I heard my dad say "Agix? Agix? (I replied "Yes..?)... Come on, it's time for school!" outside my bedroom door. The voice was my Dad's and was specifically coming from the left of my bedroom door towards kitchen (bungalow). It wasn't a whisper, it was his normal speaking voice - maybe a bit louder than. I was very confused, as it absolutely wasn't time for school. I didn't reply again, being very confused, and didn't move a muscle for a while because it was too strange.

Eventually got out of bed, looked out my bedroom door, no Dad to be seen. Went to parents bedroom (to the right, end of the hallway), opened door and peeked in, Dad was sound asleep. I remember wondering if he had sleepwalked, but he wasnt a sleepwalker ever, doubt he would have had time to get back to his bedroom and lay down before I saw him, and I absolutely would have heard him walking down the hallway, and into his bedroom (especially as the door was closed) anyway.

Dead weird and still can't explain it. I assume if I have answered the call I'd have been spirited away by ghost Dad!

Oh I forgot about the one in our house!!!! Ours is over 100 years old too, and one night soon after we moved in we were in bed and I just had this cold feeling of dread come over me and I just knew someone from a previous time was in the house… which makes no sense because I’m not big on woo stuff, but I just knew!!!

Then in the middle of the night I woke up to my husband freaking out because he’d seen a man looming over him!! Was so freaky.

We actually did similar and prayed the man away and he hasn’t been back since. We did find some of his belongings from WW1 in the loft though!!!

Our house is 100+ years old. Had a few freaky encounters but this was the worst…
It was Christmas night/early hours of Boxing Day 2020 (just after midnight). I was alone downstairs watching a bit of telly, my husband, my 13 month old daughter and 6 year old son all upstairs in their beds.
I eventually decided to go up myself. As you walk up our stairs, my daughters room is immediately at the top on the right. As I made my way up, I could distinctly hear my husband in her room, shushing her back to sleep. She’d recently had her MMR jab and had been sleeping terribly. My husband had a brilliant knack of whispering ‘shh, shh, shhhhh’ over and over while rubbing her back.
I crept passed her room feeling terrible that she’d woken and I hadn’t heard her and not wanting to undo his good work by disturbing her. As I opened our bedroom door, I was surprised to find my husband snoring away in a deep sleep in our bed!
I went in to her room, the shushing sound stopped, I checked on her and she too was sound asleep!
Way too creepy and not the first time I’d heard auditory phenomena I couldn’t explain. For the record, I hadn’t been drinking because I was still bf at this time.

Following night, my son starts screaming in the early hours. (Not unusual as he would sometimes still wet the bed) I go in to him and he says ‘Mom, you woke me up and you left before I’d got back to sleep. That was you, wasn’t it, the black figure by my bed’ so I reassured him that I’d been in to make sure his duvet was straight and I sat next to him while he fell asleep. Except I hadn’t been in to him at all.

Next morning I was full of rage that things that only I had previously heard were potentially starting to affect the children.
I do appreciate he could have had a bad dream but off the back of the night before it freaked me out.
The house, many years ago (1940’s), used to belong to a primary school teacher who apparently loved children (according to an elderly neighbour) so it may well have been well meaning.
However while, my husband was out with the children, I went in to both bedrooms and shouted to whoever it might have been, ‘thanks but no thanks’ and later bought a couple of protection crystals to place outside their bedrooms out of desperation!
I’ve heard other things in the house since but thankfully the children haven’t.

Wether this was a dream or not I couldn’t tell you and I can’t ask my Mum and Dad as they’re both passed…. I remember at about 6years old getting into my parents bed in the middle of the night and getting in between them. Anyway when I woke up my Mum wasn’t there it was just my Dad. I happened to turn around and saw another one of my Dad and I said “Daddy there’s a man in the bed with the same face as you”. My Dad replied in flat somber and almost resigned voice “Oh ignore him he’ll go away in a minute.
I then remember my Mum (who was very unwoo would often say. “Do you remember when you saw another one of your Dad.” However I’m inclined to think that part was definitely a false memory because my Mum would not have wanted another mention of something so creepy plus if I had have told here there was another one of my Dad in the house she would have left the Country I don’t know about town.🤣.

Haven’t seen one but in a hotel we were in head a girl running up and down above us and screaming in the middle of the night. Realised in the morning that we were on the top floor and there was no loft 🙃