to start a new spooky thread even though it's the wrong time of year?

[SunkenDream]

Mine is not terribly exciting but it seems only polite to make a contribution

I live a few doors down from the house where I was born, very close to the village church. I grew up listening to the sound of the bells. When I moved back I was pleased to hear their familiar chimes again, until I discovered that the church had long been derelict and the clock stopped years ago.

Still, I continued to hear the bells nearly every night, until the church was finally demolished last year.

there is probably a completely rational explanation for what I was actually hearing but tonight I am living in the land of woo and whimsy

Anymore for anymore?

I get weird faces appear on my sofa on the same spot. Last time I posted this on another thread everyone laughed......Probably nothing but still quite creepy!

Anotheronebitthedust. "does anyone remember longtalljosies one on a previous thread, about a girl who was older than her and then younger? That's the one I always remember, so freaky!" I vaguely remember that too - was it something to do with Brownies and Guides over a period of a few years? It was very odd.

The other one I remember, although I'm not sure who the MNer was; she posted a story of when she was in her early teens standing at the end of her garden looking up towards an upstairs window - she saw a woman gazing down into the garden. It wasn't her mother, or anyone else in her family. Many years later, as an adult woman, she was in the upstairs bedroom of her mother's house (the same house), looking down into the back garden and saw herself standing at the end of the garden as a teenager.

Thats freaky fru

just marking my place to catch up later on

I've had a few spooky experiences over the years, and they maybe be explainable, but then they might not be.

The most recent one I can think of is when I was to a slimming club at my local community centre last year. As I was waiting to be called up for my weigh in a woman walked across the room and I could clearly see a heat haze surrounding her, I couldn't quite believe what I was seeing so I closed my eyes, opened them again and the heat haze was still there. I say heat haze, as that's the closest thing I can describe it as, it surrounded this woman's whole body.

Another time I was working in a small local office as an admin assistant. It was a very old building, built in the mid 19th Century and had formerly been a house. There was a weird corridor around the back where the photocopier and filing cabinets were kept. It had no natural light source, there was the door to the main office at one end and a fire exit at the other, off the corridor was a small kitchen area and and a toilet. You had to have the lights on all the time in there or it would be too dark.

One day during a quiet period the manager was in the kitchen making a drink and I was chatting to her as I was using the photocopier at the same time. At that moment I clearly felt something walk behind me. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a white misty "shape" which passed into the wall and vanished. I said to my manager "did you just see that?!" And she looked at me blankly and said "no?". I didn't say anymore, but I know I saw something.

Staying in a holiday cottage with a load of friends one Christmas, I was standing in the kitchen when I saw one of my friends about to pass behind me from the left, so I stepped forward to make room for him to pass. He still seemed to be passing very close indeed, so close that I expected him to collide with me but he didn't. When I turned to the right to say something as passed behind me, there was no-one there. Looking over into the living room area, he was sitting on the sofa watching TV. There was no-one else anywhere near me.

This is a true ghost story involving a dog and my son

My mil had a old rescue dog (cindy) and she always used to sleep in the doorway of my sons room when he stayed over at mil's or on the bottom of his bed as she got older but strangely never slept on the bed when he wasn't staying over she would go downstairs
Cindy loved my son and would only do certain things for him.

Anyway one morning my son kept saying there was a dog in his room last night and kept going on about it, he was only 4

My mil phoned to say cindy had died late last night and I like to think it was cindy spending one last night with my son watching over him before she passed on . My son never mentioned a dog in his room again .

I still feel sad thinking about how much cindy loved my son and how she would only move off the sofa for my son but no one else

This didn't happen to me, but to my sister. She was on holiday last year in Ireland. They stayed in a barn conversion cottage on a farm. There was another cottage about half a mile from them on other side of farm and the farm itself was approx a half mile away too. It was my sister, her husband and three kids aged 19, 16 and 10 at the time.

In the middle of the night on three occasions she, her husband and the 16 yo were woken up by the sound of a baby crying coming from downstairs. Every time she got up and opened the bedroom door it stopped. Creepy. None of them are woo.

Had a few creepy things in our old house. The dog would bark at thin air with her heckles up. When I was really young I used to hear whispered voices and knew what the people looked like who said things. (Like an image in my head) The voices stopped when I was 4-5 and I convinced myself it was my imagination, possibly was. The houses were built in the late 60's as part of a massive council estate. The houses were 2,3 and 4 bedroom terraces.

One evening the door went and our teenage neighbour was standing there barefoot with his toddler brother wrapped in a blanket. He asked my mum if he could sit in our house till his mum came home from back shift, my mum took them in and asked what was wrong.

Our neighbour was about 16 and his brother was 3-4 he was babysitting whilst his mum went to work. He was watching telly and heard footsteps upstairs and only other person in house was the toddler. He went to bottom of stairs and shouted at his brother to get back in bed. He went back to living room and again heard footsteps so ran upstairs telling his brother to get back in bed. Brother was fast asleep. He went back down and heard the footsteps again above him but they got to the wall of the property and kept going into next door neighbours house.....he grabbed his brother and ran.

I always felt like I was being watched in the house and hated going upstairs myself as there was a weird atmosphere. The house was empty for years before council gave it to my parents, because my mum
Kept hounding them about it as it was empty, three bedrooms (I have a brother and she needed separate rooms) and was in a good area. I found out the reason it was empty, the mother from the family in there before us hung herself. The weird thing was there were bolts on them outside of all the bedroom doors.....weird-my dad spent a couple of hours removing them when we moved in.

My friend once asked me to catsit for a few days. I was getting some work done at home so it suited us both for me to stay at her flat while she was away.

On the last night there I was watching TV quite late at night with the cat asleep on my lap. The room was laid out so that the sitting room door was behind me. All of a sudden the cat woke up, stood up on my lap and stared at the door behind me. Her hackles went right up and she started growling. At the same time the temperature in the room dropped and I broke out in goosebumps. I had a sudden overwhelming sense that whatever happened, I must not look behind me. There was a brief burst of static interference on the TV and I jumped a mile - usually this would have been enough to disturb the cat but she was still intently focussed on the door. I've never felt so scared in my life.

This lasted for probably no more than a minute tops although it seemed like ages. The room warmed up again and the cat stopped growling and settled back down, although she still gave the impression of keeping a watchful eye on the door. I didn't sleep a wink that night and I've never been so pleased to get back to my own home!

This one will out me. It's just a weird coincidence really but it's still a bit freaky.

Before I met my DH I only had a couple of short-term relationships. One of them was with a guy I met while working in a bar while in my late teens. My friends there didn't like him very much (they were polite but I could tell) but I'd been single for a while and was enjoying having someone to go out with. My parents, who were rather over-protective, insisted that I invited him for tea one night, so I did. He wasn't keen but came on sufferance. We went into the dining room, he took his seat at the table and the lightbulb fell out of the overhead light fitting and smashed on the table in front of him. We all jumped and my mum cleaned it up with many apologies.

About a week or so later I took him to a party I'd been invited to at a friend's house. We walked in, said our hellos, handed over our bottle...and the lightbulb fell out of the hallway light fitting and smashed on the floor just in front of us.

I broke up with him shortly after that, more because he was showing signs of being a controlling arse than because of his mysterious effect on lightbulbs to be honest, but I used to joke to my friends that it was because I couldn't afford the outlay on lightbulbs. It did mean that I always remembered him because of that freakiness. I remembered him alright, right up until the time (about a decade later) that I saw his name and photo in the local paper, reporting that he'd been given life imprisonment for murdering his girlfriend.

Not a world beater, but my story - First night in a new house DH and I (before dc) went to bed. Shortly after, I heard footsteps walk down the hallway, stop at the (open) bedroom door, then go back down the hall. I sat bolt upright, then DH, who I thought was asleep, asked me if I had heard it too. We got up to investigate. All doors and windows were secure, nothing to be seen. Strangest thing was that the footsteps sounded like they were on a wooden or hard floor, though the hallway had a very thick carpet. Lived there for four years and never heard it again.

I mentioned this thread to my aunt, who told me a family story I had never heard before...

Years ago my great aunt and uncle lived with their three daughters in a house not far from where I live now. The three daughters (my aunt's cousins) shared a bedroom. Everything was fine until one day when the youngest daughter suddenly developed a fear of the bedroom, saying that there was a man in the mirror who watched her when she was alone. My great aunt dismissed it as a combination of her overactive imagination and the two older sisters telling her scary stories, but the youngest was insistent and refused to go into the room alone.

A couple of weeks later my great uncle went into the room to fix a door on one of the cupboards. It was the first time he had been into the room since the youngest daughter had started talking about the man in the mirror.

As my great aunt was standing in the doorway chatting to him, my great uncle turned around to get something from his toolkit and suddenly froze, his gaze fixed on the mirror. "That's my brother," he said, "he's come for me!"

A few moments later, he collapsed and died of a massive heart attack. It transpires that his brother had died many years before. No-one knows what prompted him to say what he said, but it was much talked about in the family at the time it happened (mid 1960's), with theories ranging from a death pact on his brother's death bed to a hallucination brought on by the heart attack.

Bit freaky, though!

bloddy hell sunken...my goosepimples have goosepimples!

This definitely not as spooky as some of the stories here but it freaked me out when it happened and I am a bit of a skeptic.

Our family went to visit DP's grandparents like we regularly do a couple of years ago and DP needed to go to the shops to get some things. He went on his own as it was getting late and DS was tired.
From where the grandparents live, right next door to an old mill, there is a walkway past the mill, over a bridge, up some steps and into a car park.
DP walked into the small car park and most of the lights were off, with only one working. In the middle of the car park was a little girl sitting on the floor, with the lack of lights and how dark it was he couldn't see her face or anything, just a silhouette.
He said a cat jumped off a wall at the side of a car park walked over to the girl and looked like it sat on her lap. He thought it was a bit weird but didn't want to say anything to her in case he seemed odd so started walking across the car park to the adjacent side where there is a path to cut through to the town. He got to the path, started walking down it, turned back and the little girl and the cat had disappeared.

The car park really is very small, the top part of a larger car park, it would have taken him less than 30 seconds to walk from the top of the stairs to the walkway so no way the girl could have moved that fast, and the only exits where the stairway he came from, the walkway he went up and the entrance to the car park which she wouldn't of had time to get to.

Mad as DP is he is walked the same way back from the shop, nothing there, but as he walked down the steps through the woods from the car park back to the mill there was a loud bang through the woods.
He got back into the house and looked a bit funny, we asked him what was wrong and he told us what had happened.
He said he didn't feel scared by it but that it was just very weird.
Creeped me out enough that I wouldn't walk up there on my own for weeks.

winky - that shop - my experiences were over 20 years ago. And i live a long way from London now. However i google street view'd the shop. Bustling, sunny street views of a lively W London High St., with folks coming and going ... except for that old shop ... it looks almost derelict. The blacked out windows of the stockroom still look exactly as they did all those years ago! It looks weird and grey and miserable in the middle of all the usual shops.

Talking of memorable stories on previous spooky threads - and i've recalled this before - the one which i always remember was by a poster who's son's imaginary friend started to turn less than friendly. The child became clingy and wouldn't play on the floor when his 'friend' was around. There was something about biting, or wanting to bite? Really horrible bit was when OP said her DS had been quite chirpy one morning and she had asked him if his 'friend' wasn't here? (hoping he'd 'gone' now) Her son had said 'oh it's ok he's not in here today - he's out there watching us' or something ... and points to the living room window! ...

yikes.

MORE! While it's daytime and I'm feeling brave

Loving this thread

someone told a story on here that freaked me out.....

I'm a bit vague but the person thought they had a ghost - i can't remember the details, maybe footsteps and shadows, but it was an old man.

she got a medium or psychic or someone in to try to send it on its way (or whatever) and they said.....

the old man is a kind spirit I can't make him go as he is protecting you from a harmful spirit

or something like that

my hair's all stood on end now

Did I imagine a link to one of the previous mn 'spooky' threads on here? I thought I'd seen it but now can't find it.

Been enjoying this thread over the last couple of days, so thought it only fair to add my own strange phenomenon!
When I was 19 I was saying with my bf in his flat. I awoke suddenly in the night, and felt very uneasy and unable to settle. As I lay facing into BF's side of the bed, I saw a darker patch within the darkness on the other side of him. I presumed it was just the way the light was, along with my tired eyes, but as I looked there the dark shape seemed to become more and more solid and defined, and soon became the unmistakeable silhouette of a person. I was paralysed with fear at this point and my heart was thudding. The shape then seemed to slowly bend down over bf. At this point I shrieked and bolted upright in terror.
Bf sat up and put the light on, and after I had calmed down I explained what I had seen. He was very nice and tried to relax and reassure me, though he clearly thought I was imagining things. It was about 4 am. He went back to sleep, but I couldn't, and had to leave the lamp on.
At around 6.30, bf's mum phoned and said that his granny (to whom he was very close) had passed away a couple of hours earlier. He said to me that what I must have seen was her coming to say goodbye to him. On hearing the story later, other family members and friends agreed.
I am atheist and the most sceptical person you could meet, but this explanation sort of works for me!

Hmm this is strange rather than spooky I think!
Yesterday was exactly a year on from finding out that my DP had been cheating on me. I felt a bit tearful all day as even though we are still together, everything still feels raw.
Anyway I bolted awake at midnight last night, I lay there for a few minutes and then I started to hear a girl crying.
I didn't think much of it but couldn't get back to sleep, the crying continued but the weird thing is the crying sounded like it was me, the girl was sobbing uncontrollably and almost wailing which is exactly what I was doing a year ago (my DP had gone AWOL at this point so I was alone and distraught).
It was probably just a neighbour of course but I can't stop thinking about it!

When I was about 24 and living in a flat in London, I woke up one night standing on the window sill which was really a sort of tiny balcony...outside...I'd climbed out of the sash window because I could hear my Uncle shouting me.

He was miles away at the time, in Wales so I confusedly looked at the darkened street for him...it was 2.00am and there was nobody there...but I'd HEARD his voice clear as a bell as I came to...

The next day my mum phoned me and told me he'd been arrested outside his ex wife's home where he'd been calling and calling and shouting up at her window.

It was 2.00 am or thereabouts and he'd gone there drunk after a lock-in at his local.

Why did I hear him all those miles away? And why was it MY name I could hear and not my Aunt's?

Odd. I'm not even that close to him.

Hope this doesn't worry you OP but I have heard non-existent church bells in each of my early pregnancies......

Just sayin