To ask if anyone has had any paranormal encounters/experiences

[HowlingBitch]

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

[Jackie0]

Its taken a few days but I've finally read the entire thread. I've have some experience of unexplainable occurances though they are tame compared to the posts I've read here.
The fact that this thread is so long with almost every poster believing that there is no rational explanation for the events they describe is very interesting. I think most people have some unexplainable or supernatural occurrence in their lives and it isn't more openly discussed because they are afraid of ridicule.
My personal belief is that our senses are usually only capable of seeing/feeling things on a certain frequency, our reality. Sometimes we get a glimpse at whatever else is occupying this space on a different frequency, or something else is getting a glimpse at us . I think of it as a veil between the worlds. There are some interesting theories about parallel universe and the idea that every decision or action you could have taken you did take, somewhere. Astral projection is another topic worth exploring for anyone that's interested.
Is anyone familiar with the spirit box ? There is a guy on YouTube called Steve Huff who has some very interesting footage of intelligent responses from people who have passed over. Worth a look if its your cup of tea.
There are posters on here who are scared after reading the thread,, I'm almost envious, I think I'm immune to the heeby jeebies. Bloody furniture will levitate now I've said that

[Crocodopolis]

Have just joined Mumsnet and am delighted to find this thread as I have a few stories of my own.

The first involves my parents: when I was very young, we lived in Lake Forest, a suburb of Chicago. My family had a house that was set well back from the road and had a curved drive, with the closed part of the drive overlooked by the master bedroom. As my father worked nights, my parents got a dog, a Briard, to keep my mum company. The dog was the easiest-going creature possible and was quite unfazed by being climbed on and poked and prodded by small children (my brother and myself).

One Sunday afternoon in the autumn, my parents lay down to take a nap. My brother, who was a few months old, was in his cot in the room next door and I was at my grandparents' house. The dog was in the hallway, keeping a watchful eye on the flock.

Just as my parents (who speak five languages between them) were drifting off to sleep, they heard a man's voice speaking for four or five seconds. They couldn't tell what language the man was speaking or what he was saying. My father leapt out of bed and ran to the window. There was no car in the drive and nothing visible on the street. He checked the radio - not on. My mother ran to my brother, but he was asleep.

What shook my parents was that the dog barked when he heard the voice. It was the only time he barked in the 15 years we had him.

Another story to come.

[Crocodopolis]

This took place when I lived in Amman, Jordan.

I shared a wee flat in a house with a friend who worked full-time during the day. The entrance to the flat was down a drive and around the back. The house was a bit wonky and the front door never closed properly: you had to pull it closed and, while holding it shut, lock it with a key. (In other words, there was no latch.) The flat was very small and consisted of a wee tiny sitting room, a bathroom, two bedrooms and a small kitchen.

At the time, I was studying Arabic at the University of Jordan in the morning and then working part-time in the afternoon. My routine would be to come home from uni, grab a sandwich, have a shower, change clothes and go to work.

One day I went through the normal routine: lunch, shower, change of clothes. I even remember putting the keys in my handbag and feeling them fall to the bottom. (I had keys for the flat and for my office, so the key ring was quite heavy.)

Except that when I went to unlock the door, the keys were not in my bag. I didn't have any pockets in my clothes, so I couldn't have put the keys there. I emptied my bag out but no keys.

After about 15 minutes, I was feeling desperate as I had no way of leaving the flat and we didn't have a telephone. (This was in the days before mobile and the Web had not yet reached Amman.) Luckily, my flatmate came home and rescued me. She helped me search for the keys - no luck - and gave me the one spare set.

That evening, we had a friend around and the three of us tore the place apart looking for the keys. (Remember, it was a big key ring with lots of keys so it wouldn't have been easy to overlook.)

Still no keys.

Three days later, it was Friday, the first day of the weekend. My routine was to strip the bed (I used just a sheet and a blanket as the weather is quite warm), do the laundry and, when it was done, hang it and the blanket in the courtyard to dry / air out and then run errands. Because Jordan is so hot and dry by the time I returned home the laundry was always dry. I would then make the bed, make a sandwich and read the paper while sprawled across the bed. It was a time I always looked forward to as my then-flatmate spent all day at religious services.

Everything went according to plan except...

When I returned from the kitchen with my sandwich in one hand and my newspaper in the other, what should be in the centre of my bed except my keys?

[Crocodopolis]

Another story to come, this time in London...

[Fourarmsv2]

???

[Crocodopolis]

Not sure - was that to me, Fourarms?

I didn't post a follow-up because it seemed that the thread had gone dead.

[Fourarmsv2]

No, I'm still here.... Was wondering if something had happened to stop you posting! Glad you're OK :)

[XLIX]

This is related to the posts about the dolls. My BFF and I had father's who were "secret agent men" and traveled all over the world. My father brought me back perfume and clothing, her's came back with dolls. One of the dolls came from Asia and she never liked it. She said it never was in the same place she left it. Weirdly, her second husband inherited a doll very similar to my friend's doll. These dolls "lived" on a shelf in one of their guests room. When I visited, I made them relocate the dolls, as I got bad vibes.

When I visited last summer, I noticed the dolls were now housed together in an antique case. My friend explained, her housekeeper took her aside one day to talk to her about the dolls. Her housekeeper, who was Asian, told her these types of dolls of are notorious for being "wanderers" and getting into trouble when wandering. She told my friend the only way to keep the dolls out of trouble was to "cage" them, preferably in glass. My BFF immediately went out, found a suitable cage and has had no issue with the dolls since then. I still find them creepy, though.

[mrsfuzzy]

we have resident 'non living' members in a home, a dark shadowy figure, a young girl called marie, an older gent and a series of unexplained aromas of smoking, when none smokes in the house, there are no particular times these 'people are seen or heard, and the whole family including visitors have witnessed seen/ heard them. we regard them as 'family' and they do not cause problems although the smoking isn't very nice !

[Crocodopolis]

A correction for the sake of accuracy: In Amman, it was two days (the keys went missing on a Wednesday) - not three days - later that they appeared.

London story to follow once I've been coffeinated.

[Crocodopolis]

XLIX, spooky!

[ARoomWithoutAView]

This is a 2 year old thread that was resurrected 5 days ago, when a new thread "scariest/creepiness" was started - this is now in Mumsnet Classics. Worth a peek as a lot of posting is going on there, and I have provided some stories too.

[HearCerseiRoar]

DP and I are both atheists and mostly non-believers when it comes to the paranormal, although we are both very interested in spooky/morbid things and horror books/films. We like being scared, but we still roll our eyes a bit when someone starts on about ghosts and psychics etc. However, we have both had some weird 'unexplainable' stuff happen to us. We're both very sensitive to what I guess you'd call 'energies' - especially in historical places. I have been known to freak out slightly when in the vicinity of such places, only to later find out that something horrible happened there in the past. I spent an absolutely terrifying night in Dublin, feeling sick to my stomach when I visited the 40 Steps and St Kevin's Church. I also had a weird experience on Pendle Hill and in the Tower of London. DP is the same, completely lost his nerve at Stonehenge on Summer Solstice...

The worst experience though, and the one we still talk about now and again to give each other the creeps, happened in 2009, when our relationship was still in its early days. We had been together for almost a year, my DP had moved from Liverpool to Newcastle to be with me, and we decided to have a long weekend away to celebrate. We both love Whitby and had been several times together, so booked two nights there, followed by one night in York. The first night in Whitby, we had a meal and a few drinks before deciding to go for a walk. It was mid-October, quite late at night, freezing cold, not many people about. We walked through all the alleyways and were messing around, scaring each other and flirting, like prime victims in a horror film. Walked up the steps to the Abbey and graveyard, absolutely no one else around. The Abbey was closed, but we had a walk around the cliffs and graveyard before it started to rain. The sky was clear, no clouds, but there was a persistent light drizzle. We took shelter under a little archway, which leads from the steps, graveyard, and St Mary's Church to the artifacts museum. It's a small archway, narrow, probably only takes 5 steps to get from one end of it to the other.

So we stood there for a few minutes, just talking and enjoying the solitude. A wall separates the Abbey from the museum, you can see the tallest part of the Abbey over the wall from inside the archway. I was taking some pictures with my camera when a large number of birds or bats flew out from the Abbey and began to circle above. I zoomed in on them with my camera, but I couldn't seem to find them...because they'd only fucking disappeared into thin air. Well, that freaked us out a little but we managed to laugh about it, have a little joke about Dracula wanting us to respect his privacy etc. The rain had stopped, and we moved out of the archway and onto the lawn area in front of the museum. So, at this point we are surrounded by; 1. The archway, gatehouse and wall behind us, 2. The larger wall to our left, with the Abbey on the other side, 3. The museum in front of us, 4. A steep hill and some moorland, leading back down to the town and harbour to our right. I was still taking pictures, despite having an increasingly uneasy feeling. Suddenly, we heard footsteps. Thinking that we were going to be caught by security guards or something, we hid, trying not to laugh. The footsteps were coming from the steps, the person was walking quite fast by the sound of it. Then they were on the other side of the wall behind us, coming towards the archway. We turned around, watching for them to pass the gate built into a wall. The footsteps were faster now, running, and a white blurry shape flashed past the gate, too quick for us to make out. The footsteps echoed through the archway, running towards us...but no one emerged on our end. Like I said earlier, the archway was very small, only about 5 steps from one end to the other. There was no way that anyone could hide inside it without us seeing them. By now, we were feeling quite nervous, so we made our way down the steep hill back into town. Not a fun descent, trudging through the overgrown scrub, trying not to trip, keeping one eye out for anyone or anything following us.

I know what you're thinking now; "Blah blah, not scary." Well, once we were back at the B&B, we had a good laugh about how stupid we had been, nearly breaking our necks to get away from the sneaky birds/bats and a white blurry security guard/local kids trying to scare us. We had a great time in Whitby the next day, and then moved on to stay in York. DP had booked us a room on the first floor of the Guy Fawkes Inn, which is a gorgeous listed building, built on the spot where Guy Fawkes was born. It is literally right next door to York Minister. Our room was beautiful, with an amazing view of the cathedral. We went out, had a lovely time together, then came back a little tipsy and fell into bed. Later, we were cuddled up together and I happened to glance at the window. There was a face looking in at us. OUR ROOM WAS ON THE FIRST FLOOR. I yelped, DP looked up and saw the face too, went white as a sheet. The window suddenly fogged up and once it had cleared again, the face disappeared. We were really shaken up, didn't sleep too well...

Once we got home, we went to see my parents for dinner. I had brought my laptop along and was showing them the photos I had taken, whilst telling them about the weird goings-on at the Abbey and the Guy Fawkes Inn. I was laughing about it, but my mam was quite freaked out by it. One of the photos was of the Abbey museum and the lawn in front of it. My mam pointed out seven orbs in the picture, clear as anything. The orb in the foreground was especially bright and distinctive. We zoomed in on it. There was a face in the orb. It was the same face that had looked through the window at DP and I in York.

I've never forgotten that face. Plain features, slack jaw, a leering expression. It looked like the kind of faces you often see depicted in the crude woodcuts and tapestries of the medieval period.

Like I said, I don't really believe in ghosts or the supernatural...but DP and I are still convinced that we saw those things in Whitby and York.

Soooo sorry for the long post, I got carried away I have plenty of stories like this, but will save them for later.

[HearCerseiRoar]

Will also just add that my mam and I both have an irrational fear of werewolves...and when she was 15 a psychic told her that she was being stalked by a dark shape, a beast with fangs and claws and red eyes. I can tell you, I noped the fuck out of the room when she told me this a few years ago

I had a horrible experience last night too, just as I was falling asleep. Someone was blowing cool air on my face and then a soft voice whispered in my ear, "Wake up. You must wake up now. There's someone here. There's someone in the flat."

I woke up, DP was snoring next to me, and I could hear what sounded like bare feet on the wood flooring outside our bedroom. Obviously, I woke DP up and made him check everywhere before I could sleep again

[wavingfuriously]

Enfield Poltergeist on Sky tv
Anyone watching this ?
be interested to hear ur opinion. friend of mine living nearby at the time said it changed her life reading the book account - and not in a good way..

[Crocodopolis]

Part III of III of "Things That Went Bump in the Night Chez Crocodopolis"

(I had written the definite post that would prove once and for all for all time that poltergeists exist but it disappeared into the ether, so here is the less inspired version.)

To recap: several years ago, I was plagued by odd things happening: matches being strewn around the sitting room floor, loud bangs, items moving, etc.

My landlord (he lives downstairs from me) used to take a particular train from a particular train station at a particular time.

One evening, several weeks after the various incidents had started, a letter came through the door-slot. The letter had been had been hand-delivered as there was no stamp or writing on the envelope. Very curious.

Inside was a photocopy of a newspaper article and at the top of the page was written by hand "I thought you should know". The article was about a terrible train crash that had taken place 100 years ago to the day. Apparently, a signalman had fallen asleep causing two trains travelling at full speed to have a head-on crash. Witnesses heard the accident and rushed to the scene only to be beaten back by flames. It was a horrible incident and hundreds of people perished.

Some time later, the signalman committed suicide as he could not cope with the guilt.

The train in the newspaper article as the same train line that left from the same station at the same time as the one my landlord habitually took.

After the delivery of the note, there were no more disturbances.

[Crocodopolis]

Oops. Sorry about the last message - I thought I had posted parts I and II in this thread.

[londonrach]

Croc just put part1and2 on quick please..

[Crocodopolis]

london, my apologies - I posted this in the wrong thread and copied it to the correct thread. I've got to go right now but I promise that I will find the thread name and will post it here.

[tryinghardnottocry]

I had such an experience only last night. DH wanted to practice some "breeding techniques". Settled instead to watching some back to back episodes of Fred Dinar on UK Gold....seeing him climb those very tall erect chimneys can do someone to a woman of a certain age

[Crocodopolis]

I'm back, london!

The thread is "To ask what is the strangest/creepiest thing that has ever happened to you?" and it can be found in Mumsnet Classics.

www.mumsnet.com/Talk/mumsnet_classics/2264465-To-ask-what-is-the-strangest-creepiest-thing-that-has-ever-happened-to-you?pg=9

[Crocodopolis]

And, double duh. I forgot to add the most important detail: one of the people who died in the crash was living in my house at the time of his death.

[Phoenix0x0]

Maybe MN HQ should also put this into classics too!

Could you please

[Libitina]

Another vote for classics here

[GuiltyAsAGirlCanBe]

Tmdih - there are a thousand church house inn's in Devon! Which village/town?