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?

Sabrinnnnna me too! at real werewolves.

Heres my offering: I'm currently working on a care if the elderly ward and we recently had a patient that passed away. She was in a sideroom that faces a bay of 6 patients and her daughter and grandaughter were with her when she died at about 4am. In the last few hours before she died ALL of the 6 ladies the the bay had separately mentioned a young man dressed in white in the corridor outside the sideroom,which perplexed us as we couldnt think who it could be. in the morning we gound out that the deceased ladies grandson had also tragically passed away just a few hours before she died. Terrible for the family but also a bit comforting to think he might have come to wait for her :-)

'Found out'

I also remember the one about the night club. It still freaks me out. I also remember the one about the woman in the window looking at herself as a teenager.

I have posted this before under a different username.

My great grandmother lived with my grandparents up until she died. I was about 10 at the time but I remember her well. We used to stay at my grandparents a lot when we were younger and we all shared the bedroom upstairs along the hall from my grandparents. When I say we, I mean me, my brother and my sister. I always felt uneasy in the room. I'd wake during the night to see a light in the mirror, a figure by the piano (in the corner of the room) and to find my sister (in the double bed next to me) and turned around and was lying upside down next to me.

One night my grandparents had a leak in their bedroom ceiling. We weren't staying that night so they stayed in the other bedroom. My gran was getting ready for bed and for some unknown reason took her rings off. The rings belonged to my great grandmother. She put them on the shelf beside the bed and when she woke in the morning they were gone. She asked my grandfather if he had moved them but he didn't. They searched the house from top to bottom, going as far as lifting the carpets to find them but they were nowhere. We went up and helped for a day and so did my parents but nothing.

My gran was really upset, the sentimental value of the rings was of great importance to her and she felt as though she had let her mother down.

About a month later their bedroom ceiling was leaking again. They spent the night in the other bedroom and when my gran woke in the morning, the rings were back on the shelf exactly where she left them.

This was about 10 years ago and strangely enough their ceiling hasn't leaked since and my gran hasn't let the rings leave her finger. I have never set foot in that room since.

Ok, so another one

I used to work for an outdoor adventure centre in shropshire. One of the main accomodations was a large ancient mansion house, that been previously used as mental institution and then more recently, a borstal. It was generally a very creepy place, parts of it were very cold, other parts were melting hot. They only used it for accomodation in the warmer months, due to its size it was very hard to heat.

At the beginning of the season one year, in February, I was doing my evening entertainment in the mansion house, and there was no one staying in at all since it was winter. The entertainment was egg drop, where the children made parachutes for the eggs, and dropped them down the middle of the staircase from the top floor, to see if they survived.

So I was on my own with 25-30 children, they were all tailing behind me while I ran ahead up the stairs, switching the lights on as I went. I got to the middle landing, where there was a toilet with a frosted glass window. As I stood there on my own, a figure walked past the window, pausing for a second or so to look at me. I could only see the dark shape of a person, but felt them looking at me. Behind the door of the toilet, was a brick wall, and this is where the person seemed to walk straight into.

I freaked out a little bit inside, trying my hardest not to terrify all the 10 year olds I had with me, and just shouted at them all to come and help me turn the lights on and we'd all go to the top floor together. It was incredibly creepy, the mansion house always had such a heavy atmosphere and it was so cold and dark that night.

There are loads of other stories from that place, including my friend walking into the staff room, and his surroundings turning into what it would have been years ago when it was an instution. Another one was loads of people spotting a little boy with a bleeding nose, always alone, and wearing old fashioned clothes, and no one could ever place him to any particular group of children and was seen through the whole summer.

sorry, that was long!

ItWas: "an outdoor adventure centre in shropshire."

I know the one! Did my training there, and yes v spooky (although I stayed in a tent, so didn't have to spend long in the house). The centre I went to work on had some similar stories and scary places. I'd define myself as a skeptic, but there was one room that no one liked to go into.

No concrete happenings though (of the supernatural kind)

last one for now!

one of my friends boyfriends took an instant dislike to me, and I had no idea why. He just wouldn't speak to me and even hated looking at me.

One day we were all out having a drink, when everyone disappeared to go for drinks/bathroom, leaving just me and friends boyfriend. He'd had a fair bit to drink by this point and said to me "do you know why I can't look at you?" I replied no, why?

He didn't say anything, just pulled out a photo and showed it to me. It was a photo of about 10 people in a room, with me standing at the end, arms round someone I've never seen before in my life. I couldn't make any sense of it, I kept looking at the other people in the photo and thinking "...when was this?!", and I think I said something along those lines to friends boyfriend.

He then explained that it wasn't me, but his girlfriend who had died in a horrific RTC a year before.

That really sent chills down my spine, I mean, it was me (but obviously not me) in that picture.

13Stitches was it a centre in wales you worked in? heard a few stories from one of the centres there!

ps. well done for managing to live in the tents! I always managed to avoid staying in them, but did my fair share of 'cleaning' them lol.

I was only there for my weeks training. Then I was at the north devon one. Bloody loved it! I'm tempted to ask on the ex-staff fb groups about any stories.

The nightclub man post was by SundaySimmons and was a nightclub in Essex. Thats all I remember because that post freaked me out so badly.

Oh god! The nightclub man! That post genuinely freaked me out when I read about it on the thread Sunday posted it on.

I have to ask if you can name the Shropshire place? I spent some time in an adventure centre in Shropshire about ten years ago and hated the place, felt really uncomfortable in there. Lots of strange bangs and one of the kids we were with said he saw a child wearing old fashioned clothes having a nose bleed

yeah it was at Boreatton Park! same one?

PGL by the way betty

When I was a teenager we lived in a house that had been converted from an old farm and outbuildings. One side of the farmhouse was really creepy, particularly the first floor room. This had been given to us as a teenagers room, with tv, but we hardly ever used it - I sometimes did when I really wanted to watch a programme, but had to forced myself to stay in there.

Then, one evening, me and my two brothers were alone in the house, in the sitting room, when there was the most ridiculously loud noise from upstairs, as though someone had pushed a bookcase over and all the books had fallen out. Eventually one of my brothers went up, and nothing had moved at all.

Now we live in an old house that used to be a pub, and it's always had a really good atmosphere, even from the first time we saw it. But when DH and I went to vote earlier this year, the man at the desk looked at our address and said, 'oh, the haunted house then?' But we've never felt even the slightest thing (there are plenty of cold draughts, but these can be accounted for by the fact that 300 year old doors don't fit well.

Wooooahhhh. That's the one, the Pgl centre. That's very odd. I always wondered if the child who had seen the boy was spinning me a yarn. He was so upset by it I completely believed he had seen something, his description was eerie.

Really enjoying this thread

I haven't finished reading the thread (and won't tonight!!!) but everytime I open this thread the screen on my iPhone darkens...
Rest of MN, email, Facebook and main menu normal brightness...

Hence why not reading anymore until the morning!

I love this thread! Betty and NotYourFault how amazing you both know about the same ghost. I love this stuff: hope there are more stories to come.

I've never seen anything, and have always liked ghost stories without ever having any evidence of my own, but we had something in the house where we lived before this one. It hated a picture I hung on the wall, and threw it further each time I hung it up before I swapped it for something else it was okay with. It hated one of DP's records so much that it threw a pan from the kitchen halfway down the hall when he played it.

Both DP and I are rational, logical types, but even DP found himself forced to admit that something was living there with us.

When my nan was in hospital she said that an old man in green came and sat on her bed. She also said that grandad, who'd died years before, was standing at the foot of her bed.

She died not long after that. We like to think grandad did indeed come for her.

The nurse said all the old people said that they'd seen a little old man in green, shortly before they died. There was either some sort of spirit guide thing going on or the nurse liked a good wind up.

SundaySimmons's ghost was at TOTS nightclub in Sarfend iirc.

I had a bit of a vested interest in disco man.

Why so catthief?

Boreaton Park used to be an Approved School.

And from what I've just read, from the 40s onwards, the boys there were treated abominably. A few posters on another site mention getting caned badly and working at rock breaking till their hands bled. NOt surprising if a boy's ghost has been seen there really. Long misery will do that