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[TheOrcHeadKeeper]

Anyone have any spooky stories or unexplained happenings?

I see the figure of a man walking past the back door. It's an enclosed garden, I've seen him several times in the year we have lived in the house. I'm standing in the kitchen and see him at least once a week.
He is all covered in black and carries a bag.It's always around 5pm. Since we are the first folk to live in this house, I didn't think it was anything spooky, possibly just my imagination. Possibly the heating going on and that smoke stuff that comes out the house when it's first switched on? Until I realised this new estate is on the edge of an old mining town, the bloke I see looks exactly like a miner.
DH very rational non woo 6'4 copper thinks I've lost it. Until he stopped mid sentence a while back and said 'what was that! Someone just walked past!'

When I was about 12 or 13 I started dreaming about a little redheaded girl who used to live in my house. I would hear footsteps along the corridor at night and constantly felt a presence, once I asked her to go away and I immediately felt really alone. It was such a weird feeling, so I asked her to come back again!

Friends and visitors to the house would say that they felt uneasy, and my dad would consistently come down to breakfast demanding to know who was walking along the corridor at night. My sisters and I would all say it wasn't us, and he'd say "well I know it was one of you because it was a small barefoot person". It never was one of us!

I never told my sisters about the girl as I didn't want to scare them but years later my younger sister confessed to me in hushed tones that she used to see a little redheaded girl in her mirror an hear her walking.

Many many people in our house have heard the front door slam and someone run up the stairs and across the corridor upstairs.

We are the least woo family ever but I just can't think of a logical explanation.

iv had a few woo things happen in my flat, which an old lady died in few weeks befor ei moved in.

i have heard footsteps on my hallway, my bedroom is at the end of hallway, and i know the differeance between out normaly flat noises, iv heard it at least 4 times.

my kettle has a button that you push down to boil. that has gone down randomly, twice when i had a friend with me and she saw it to.

i sometimes feel some thing, not sure what, but it feels friendly.

spooky i still am scared of that room now and that house, i Cpulf never sleep in their on my own and it makes me scared now!

my sister also have a lot of things happen to her, I don't think the shadow man was nice though and eithrr does she, when we were scared we would run away and we would always sleep in her room right up to teenagers and she wouldn't stay in my room overnight as it scared her; it was a big nice room but horrible vibes!

QueenStromba Sleep paralysis might explain it, but while the majority of times it's when I'm dropping off, there have also been a couple of times when I've just got in bed to read a book so I'm pretty awake. (Unless I wasn't as awake as I thought I was!) And I can always move around when it's happening, it doesn't stop even if I wriggle around or sit up I can still feel it

I always counter it by bouncing up and down on the bed, in an attempt to squash whatever is living in the mattress Seems to work! I doubt it's anything spooky, maybe it's me shaking rather than the bed but it does freak me out..

Maybe I just have really REALLY huge bedbugs..

Wowsers SourSweets

Pretty freaky ey?

Also, this one does have a logical explanation but its fucked up anyway...

After a personal trauma I started getting sleep paralysis and hallicinations. I would wake up at night, be able to open my eyes but the rest of my body (including vocal chords so I couldn't scream) would be totally paralysed.

I could see my dream happening in my bedroom, I would feel a presence, feel that the thing in my room wanted to kill me and was much stronger than I was. Each night the think took on a different form, sometimes it was a ghost, sometimes a monster, sometimes an animal. At the time I didn't realise it was a sleep disorder so I began to think that either I was possessed or that someone was continually breaking into my house at night. Eventually I went to see a counsellor.

After beginning the therapy I had my most frightening episode yet. I woke up, unable to move but had my eyes open and was looking around the room. I saw my bedroom door slowly open and I felt an immediate oppressive, evil presence. In the doorway was a very tall, thin man dressed entirely in black. I tried to scream to wake up my flat mates but couldn't work my throat.

The man started walking towards me, I was fighting the paralysis with all my strength but couldn't move an inch. He climbed onto the bed with me, crawled up my body from my legs to my chest. I could feel his nails digging into my skin. When he got to my face, he started licking and biting my ear. His breath smelt rotten. He laughed and whispered on my ear "I'm your real therapist now and I'll choose when you're cured."

Creepy as fuck!!

Still get sleep paralysis now but haven't had the dreams since I met my husband.

My god soursweets that sounds utterly terrifying!

can I just let you all know; I had a proper multi-layered-dream-within-a-dream nightmare mostly because of this thread last night and the weirdest thing was that when I was 'screaming' in the nightmare no sound was coming out that I could feel hot air streaming onto my face as if someone was screaming at me ....it was just me and dd2 in the room and she was asleep in her cot...and dh was reading downstairs...

That's fucking awful Sour, really freaky. Going back to the red headed girl, did the awful sleep paralysis with the licky man happen at the same house?.
I'm seriously considering treating myself to a dream catcher, I've been having awful nightmares these past few weeks.

This thread is freaky as fuck - but I love it, spent and hour reading the link to the original thread in August, which I missed because I was on holiday with no Internet connection!
I'm jittery and slightly nervy now, but I've committed to the addiction now.
Bring em on!

It happened more often in that house, but also at my own house I shared with friends (I'd left home by that point)...

Strangely it's never happened in my 'marital' home, thank god.

I was on a family holiday in Italy when i was four. We were staying in my uncles house which had an outside toilet. It was 1977.
I was playing out in the dusty yard I remember an old dining room chair had been tied to a tree with some rope to make a swing. I remember going to walk past the outside toilet which had a wooden door with a glass panel on the top. The door was closed There was a mans right hand with a wedding ring on it banging and banging on the glass panel at the top begging to be let out. i remember pushing the door open and being frightened. I went to run but fell over scraping my left knee. I remember crying and then sitting on someones lap It could have been my late grandmothers lap.
I thought the man banging on the door panel was my dad who had got locked in. But my dad wore his wedding ring on his left hand. Many many years later i googled stuff on the internet and found out Italian men and some members of the Mafia like to wear their wedding ring on the RIGHT hand.
In the 60s and 70s there was a lot of kidnappings of women and children there. Maybe to extort money (its a long time since ive looked this up) I tried talking to my mum about it as i got older but shed change the subject.

Sour I was just wondering if the licky man had anything to do with the demise of the red headed girl, or maybe your own subconscious mind just made him up after your traumatic experience.

Argh! Dark where abouts in Italy was your uncles place?

Bootsy, he was totally my subconscious.

(Took me a year in therapy to fully believe I wasn't haunted though, he looked and felt so real!)

Some of these are chilling!

When I lived with my parents, the house had an oppressive feeling and it always seemed of there were eyes on you. It was a new build when bought by my family (so no death in the house), but it was built on old farmland and once a piece of gravestone was dug up in a neighbouring garden.

Back in the 80's my nan came to stay after my grandad died and about two weeks after he passed she woke in the middle of the night to find him standing there, smiling and looking as he had back in his military days, before he walked away. After that my brother started talking to thin air at night and once I was born I did the same.

The older I got, the less comfortable I felt in the house- I couldn't walk the stairs in the dark and had to have my back pressed against the wall so I could see around me for fear of being 'attacked' by something I couldn't see ( I may have just been a very paranoid child!). On one occasion a visiting cousin refused to go down the stairs because of the man waiting at the bottom and on another, when I was in the bathroom at the top of the stairs, I heard my mum call me, but she wasn't in the house.

One of the most freaky story's/legends I've heard , which I read on another site for short ghost stories, but may have originated somewhere else was: ' A boy was sitting in his room one night when he heard his mother call him from the kitchen. Just as he was about to go down the stairs, his mother opened her bedroom door " don't go down there- I heard it too"

My hospital bed shook for ages when I was in hospital after having ds3.
It wasn't sleep paralysis as I was wife awake feeding him.
I left the bed and stood in the corner of the room watching it shaking.
I cried so much that they moved me to another room!

Sour that's so fucked up and terrifying that your own mind is capable of inventing a character that 'haunted' you. The mind is an amazing and utterly perplexing thing isn't it?. Did the therapy give you the tools to protect yourself from future episodes?.

My twin cousins used to share a double bed when they were small, they both swear that one night there was a troll in the room and the bed was shaking and spun round.

Sour That is all so terrifying!

Ledkr Blimey, I wouldn't have had the guts to get out to see it shaking.. as the second my foot touched the floor a skinny grey hand would have shot from under the bed and and grabbed it

Did you tell the nurses why you wanted to move?

I don't know whether to be freaked out or reassured that shaking beds are so common!

Time to add mine, but it didn't happen to me.

My dm's family all lived close to each other, within a few doors. The place where they lived was nick named "the barracks" as prior to the war had been an army barracks, during the war it was heavily bombed and there were many people killed. After the war new flats and houses were built on it. My family were one of the first families to move in.

My great grandmother was lying in bed one morning waiting for her eldest daughter to come, let's call her Iris. Iris used to go in to my great grandmother, make her tea and have a chit chat every morning. This particular morning, she was sitting up in bed waiting for Iris, she heard the front door open and close and someone walking on the stairs. Her bedroom door was ajar and said she felt something was amiss she called out "Iris is that you?" With that she saw a figure of a man walking to the stairs to the landing, she lost sight of him for a second as the angle of the door blocked her view. Then, her bedroom door opened and the figure walked in looked right at her, turned and went into the spare room next to hers. I say figure because she couldn't describe what the figure looked like, she just said it was evil. This was in the early 70's and my great grandmother was elderly and very old fashioned, well, she got up out of that bed and ran out into the street screaming with no dressing gown or slippers or even a coat to cover her, which in her mind was scandalous behaviour. A doctor was called because of the state she was in and a priest arrived to bless the house.
I dont think she dreamt it as her son had left the house only a few minutes before the incident. He was talking to her and she'd lent him some money until pay day.

I didn't know any of this until years later, I was talking to my dm and I was saying I had hated that house she asked me to explain and I said - it was a bad house, heavy and dark even with all the lights on. I refused to go upstairs in it I couldn't tell you what the bedrooms looked like or the bathroom, because despite going there from newborn to my late teens I just couldn't do it. It felt like someone was watching or very close to me, just out of eyeline.

I have a few.

A while back now I was in the house alone, putting some washing in the machine when I clearly a woman's voice sort of singing, "oooh, ooooh, ooooh". Thought it was odd but assumed it was neighbour, I went into the garden and peeked over the fence and saw both next door neighbours houses in darkness, all locked up. Obviously there was no one home so who's voice did I hear?

A few weeks ago I was having a meal with family at a local pub to celebrate a relatives birthday. There was a few of us so we'd booked one whole sections of the pub to ourselves and were sat together on a long table. During the meal I felt someone poke me in the shoulder, I turned and there was no one there. There was no one else sat in that part of the building, all of my family were still at the table eating. No one had got up to go to the loo or anything. I found it a bit odd.

When I was at school I used to take part in the school plays as part of the chorus, one year we were doing Grease and we all had to come in to school on a Sunday to redhearse it. My friends were in the main cast and were kept behind for a while after the rest of us had been sent home, I decided to wait for them on the stairs near the main entrance. I could clear hear the sound of someone running alone the corridors upstairs and the doors being opened and closed. But there was no one up there, everyone who should have been there was in the hall.

My mum worked in the care profession for many years and the stories she could tell you about weird things that went out could fill a book. Old peoples homes are hotbed for spooky happenings. Probably because, inevitably they go there to die.

Wow sour

When I was little, I saw a man's arm come through the ceiling of my bedroom - it was a hallucination, but at the time I thought it was a ghost.

Someone opened the door of my room when I was at university, walked in and then disappeared into thin air.

A few years ago, I saw some people dressed in black walking through the park. They were carrying a coffin. They then sort of melted away into nothingness.

My aunt was alone in the house, rolling out pastry for a pie. She went out of the room to answer the telephone and, when she returned, there were little handprints in the pastry.

Also, I've mentioned this on here before, but I can remember when I was very little that I used to hear strange music when I was in bed at night. I can only liken it to jewellery box music. But I didn't have a jewellery box ( was a massive tomboy as a small child), by the time I was about six the music had stopped and I've not heard it since.