To ask if anyone has had any paranormal encounters/experiences

[HowlingBitch]

Or do we all need another ? I just find it all fascinating.

I can't believe this thread is still going either.
Must really try to not get spooked tonight- still just me and DD.
I do not understand why spirits do things like empty draws or put tea bags in cups, but nothing very useful IYSWIM.
No visitations from MIL last night you will be pleased to know.

Teabags in cups is useful. I liked that one.

but not useful in terms of predicting lottery winning numbers or avoiding a journey that will end in disaster. Or explaining the meaning of life.
But useful in a little way I suppose.

Tallulah.. she didn't actually make the tea but she left the mug out with a teabag in it ready for me to pour the water.

It only ever happened on the weeks when I had an early shift and would have to leave home at 5.30am.

This has been a fascinating thread :o

Yeah, I met Derek Acorah once, fucking tool

Tallulah, she also would turn the kettle on so the water was hot when I got to the kitchen.

midnightservant.. I did ask the neighbours about the previous tenant but apparently she kept herself to herself, no visitors or friends ever, and no one knew much about her at all.

crispy that is amazing
wish someone wud do it here. My hubby is completely allergic to getting up, and I think there may be some law he has to adhere to about NEVER getting uip before me. Maybe its a superstition or a health concern. Wish he'd show as much reliability in other areas!!!
Me sarcastic never

this thread is really, really freaking me out. totally confirms what i thought about hospitals being damn creepy.

i haven't had many experiences myself - i think i already posted the actually creepy things that have happened to me on other threads, so i won't repost. i do believe though that my uncle saw my grandad about 10 years after my grandad passed. my uncle was in a lot of trouble at the time, and felt a strong sensation of peace.

my grandmother has seen several ghosts, but they were much less friendly so i won't tell those stories.

my birthmother is very anti-believing in ghosts. she had an issue though, when her youngest kept asking why a old woman walked through her room at night. she changed the children's bedrooms, and the middle child never complained. however, her own mother had seen the same lady (judging by description) gardening at the property - and wondered what was going on. she fits the description of the original owner of the house, which is about 100 years old.

I work in a hospital and the far end of the ward is very creepy at night. We don't tend to use it for inpatients, just day case so its normally semi shut up at night. But if we have an emergency we take them down there and it can freak me out.

One room in particular has a very bad feeling and another staff member said as she walked past the room one evening she saw someone hanging from a noose in the room. There wasn't actually anyone hanging there.

I really wish i hadnt clicked on the link to the bridge ghost, my fellas just announced hes off out so im all alone after seeing that!!

Did think of another one though, we bought a house last nov and have been renovating it, in the midst of the ice at xmas we were knocking down walls upstairs, just us 2 in the dark no electricity or heat at all, i started knocking down a section of the bathroom wall and heard a clink, i looked down as it was meant to be just plaster and wood so was surprised to find an ancient glass bottle, i thought it weird but carried on cos i was desperate to finish, another bottle popped out but the after that spooked me a bit the next thing made me run, it was a story book drawn by a child of noddy, on the back was a picture of a baby and a clip of what i guess is his hair...... After i had shown my Bf all these things and spooked him a bit, he went downstairs to make a cuppa, the kitchen is at the back of the house yet i was still upstairs i heard him run back up muttering to himself and said to him "oh what did you forget", but he didnt answer, thinking he was playing a joke on me hiding somewere waiting to jump out, i decided to hide in the bathroom to jump out on him. The next thing i hear footsteps coming to the stairs and its him shouting heres your cuppa....

I freaked out completely hearing those running footsteps, up until then id not heard anything, ive lived there since i was 6, and im now 31 but will not be alone there now!! Luckily im still at my brothers while the work is finished, or i would just drive off and sleep in the car after reading all these stories!

A similar thing happened to my father, Viva.

About 40 years ago, he and my mother were finally house-hunting.

On Saturdays, of course, since he worked all week.

My mother had originally wanted to stay in the neighbourhood where they were renting, but their money wasn't going far there.

Anyhow, she'd found a house nearby and rang the estate agent to go view it. He made an excuse that he had paperwork to do and handed them the keys to show themselves around .

Now my mother is about as sensitive as a potato, but even she said there was something wrong with that house as soon as they went in.

My dad decided he'd go first. He pushed the door open to the main bedroom, set himself halfway inside, then shut it and wouldn't let my mother in.

Said that was enough and ushered her out.

Tapped on the agent's car door and when he rolled it down said, 'When did she hang herself?'

Agent was aghast. But it was true, the previous owner's wife had hanged herself from the light fixture in the middle of the bedroom, hence the sale.

DH has just told me something that happened to his mum when he was little.

DH's father died when dh was about 4 years old, leaving MIL, dh and dh's two younger brothers.

Not long after the middle brother, who was about 2 at the time, was struck by meningitis. There had been problems getting him diagnosed and it was only MILs insistence that meant he was taken to hospital.

While they were at the hospital they were told it didn't look good for him. While MIL was sitting vigil at his side, he suddenly sat up and said "Don't worry, I'll get better, Goodbye". MIL is convinced it was dh's father that had spoken "through" their son to tell her all would be ok and to say goodbye one last time. She says she just had a feeling about it. BIL fully recovered, against the doctors expectations.

i think i've told this one before a long time ago on here but...

...my Mum's best friend (sort of an honorary aunt to me) lived in a house when she first got married and there was an elderly man sitting at the kitchen table - she used to see him out the corner of her eye...she also used to see a shadow outside the kitchen window which she assumed to be the same ghost...

...being a good Catholic lass she called the priest and a medium in...

...she didn't mention the shadow.

The medium immediately said that he was protecting the family and told the priest not to exorcize him as he was keeping the evil man out - the one outside the window.....

needless to say she kept in with the old feller at the table

I would often smell smoke in my bedroom of the last house I lived in. None of us in the house smoked, but I did rather aggressively once ask my housemate who had the room below me if he had been smoking as the smell was strong. And no, it was not brought in on pubby clothes. No explanation.

What freaks me out more is when I know things I shouldn't. I'll feel the knowledge physically, yet will try and convince myself I'm making it up, then find out it's true:

• used to work on a farm part-time whilst at school anf really got on with the guy I wooed with. He was 30 years older than me and I was convinced our friendship couldn't mean much to him, so when I left I rarely contacted him. Went to the farm a few years later, looked at his house and knew he'd killed himself. Had no reason to suspect he was dead. Found out a year later that yes, he'd committed suicide. Was freaked.

• stayed in halls at college. In first term there I had awful time with noise levels on my floor, so, knowing I had essays due and needed sleep a friend I barely knew then said he'd leave his room unlocked as he was going home for a 4 days so I could sleep there. Didn't the first night but got desperate so did the second night. Just getting off to sleep when I know my friend's coming back that night. Told myself not be stupid as he seeing his children and would have no need to come back early. Was woken a few hours later by him coming in. I'd known of his decision the moment he did.

• same friend goes off to party. I know something's going to happen, and had to.tell him to take care, even tho I knew comment would be unappreciated since he was grown man able to take care of himself. He came into my room a few hours later and burst into tears. The grown man who could take care of himself.

I know these sound petty but they freak me out.

we were sitting in a bar in a well known haunted area where I live. There was a group of us in a corner looking through an Ann summers catalogue left after a party. It was a darker area of the bar and we were all laughing. Me an my friend looked at the group after a joke when there was this older lady sitting laughing with us, we looked at each other, looked back at her and quickly went to the bar. However others in the group had seen her too.

This has reminded me of an incident from my past which I've never got an explanation for and I'm wondering if anyone out there can tell me if it was real. I know I saw what I saw, but I'm now thinking that perhaps it was a little.... other-worldly?

13/14 years ago I lived in the Maida Vale region of London. I used to go for a 7am swim at the pool at Swiss Cottage or go running before work. Both activities involved me running or walking up to St John's Wood.

One morning, it was dark and really foggy, such that you could only see a couple of feet in front of you. Half way up to St John's Wood I heard horses hooves. A few seconds later, around 30 horses came running out of the fog along the road. I can't recall them having harnesses/saddles on and they were not being ridden. Bringing up the rear was a man on a horse who seemed to be driving them and sort of "yah-ing". They galloped off past me into the dense fog. It only lasted a few seconds. I wasn't scared, it was beautiful.

My rational explanation at the time was to think they were police horses being exercised, but thinking about it, that makes no sense. Surely the police (or anyone else for that matter, eg, a local stables) would not exercise a load of horses by galloping them down a posh residential road in the early hours in thick fog with the risk of collision with passing traffic (this road was part of the local bus route).

I have no idea if this was paranormal or if there is an explanation. Nobody I spoke to who knew the area had encountered similar. I would love to know if anyone else has encountered galloping horses in Maida Vale!

I am prone to a bit of sixth sense/coincidental thinking about things, usually minor stuff. Eg, I'll be thinking about an obscure song or film and I'll switch on the radio/Tv and it will be on (I don't watch TV much and don't tend to listen to music stations, and don't look at listings or anything like that). However, shortly prior to 9/11, I had a couple of vivid dreams about planes crashing into tower blocks. Again, I rationalised this as a variation on a childhood dream I used to have in the cold war 80s about nuclear missiles, although there was no reason, in 2001, why this long forgotten dream should have reoccured.

I have several rational/cynical friends who have had paranormal experiences for which there is no explanation. I'm not prone to religious/superstitious feelings, but sometimes things happen and I just do wonder what is really out there...

When I was little I remember regularly playing in my garden with a little girl and boy who used to come from next door through a gap in the garden hedge. We moved from that house when I was 8. I never thought anything of it until years later when I mentioned it to my mum. She told me that the house had been abandoned and derelict for years and there was no other access to our garden other than through the house. When I thought about the incidents more I realised that the children had been dressed "oddly" and after research discovered they were in typical Victorian dress. I also realised that they never actually said a word to me. Spooky!

I am delighted that this thread is still going! Hey kangers! I'm glad you had a nice night last night and remember there is nothing to be afraid of. That goes for the rest of you scardy cats lovely women :o; Paranormal events are VERY rare (especially the bad ones). As long as you don't mess with things better left unmessed with (ouija boards ect) and have love in your hearts you will be fine!

Vix1980 That one is very interesting. Did you throw away the bottles and book?

Have name changed for this....I am sure to be recognised, given the circumstances, but there is no way on earth I am posting this under my usual username.

DH died recently. I have since purchased myself a couple of err, toys, to keep myself entertained. A couple of weeks ago I got woken at about 4am by something buzzing in the drawer. It took me a few minutes to work out what the hell it was. Then it dawned on me. So I went to the drawer to find this thing buzzing away. I tried to turn it off I couldn't.

So I did the only possible thing I could have done with it.....and afterwards I removed the batteries!!

I swear to God this is true. And I love to think that my very nice vibrator was possessed by DH!

That is actually pretty wonderful! Did it bring you comfort? (apart from the wonderful orgasm :o)

Vix1980 don't open the bottles if they are sealed! Remember The Ghost Of Thomas Kempe!

Oooh I had a weird experience a few years ago.
We (my mum & dad, DH,myself, DS ( he was nearly 4) and DD (was 1.6) were staying in a 3 bedroom lodge. DH and I had one room,DS in a twin room himself. Mum & Dad had room at other side of lodge with DD in cot.
One night DS hurt his ankle and came into our room during the night.I popped him in my bed and went to sleep in his room.

I woke up during the night as my duvet was slipping off like it was being pulled.I could hear breathing> Sounded like from the twin bed about 30" away.I froze.I didn't move,didn't say anything,didn't look. Logically I knew it was nothing.I thought at worse someone could have broken in(rented lodge). The beds were solid to floor so no-one could be under it.

Next day I mentioned to my DH but thought nothing more.

Fast forward a few years.DD would be 5.6. We stayed in the same lodge.DS slept in his 'usual' bed ( the one I'd slept in) DD slept in the other one.

WE DIDN'T TELL DCs ANYTHING ABOUT WHAT HAD HAPPENED

One night there was a bump.DD had fallen out of bed. I know children often do in strange beds.She came through to me crying and said someone had pushed her off the bed

F**k Me I was bricking it!!!

I was Sooo temted to ask the lodge owner if anyone had reported odd things in that room but I was scared he'd think I was radio-rental.

My great-uncle used to speak to a man standing at the mantle of the fireplace in their family home. He stopped seeing him when he was about 12. It was only later my greatgrandmother confessed a man had been shot in a duel in the backyard and brought into the house, where he died.

One of my first cousins is married to a man whose parents originally come from Sheffield. They are in their 70s now, so it was some time ago when they moved to America, back when you used to be able to get in easier.

They first came to Chicago, and, with their young son G and small daughter K, rented a flat.

The children kept saying they spoke to and played with a man.

One night, the husband woke to find a man in a tuxedo, smoking a cigarette, at the foot of his bed, staring at him. He said to his wife, 'Julia, are you seeing what I am seeing?' And she was.

They did not realise that people in the US are buried in dress clothes, not shrouds.

Anyhow, a few words with their landlord revealed the former tenant to be a 32-year-old man who was shot to death in a tavern brawl.

They soon moved.