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?

Great thread !

Here's my spooky experience. Have posted about it on MN before(different user name).

Before having my DD (now 8) me and my now ex DP went on a holiday to a south west England caravan site. We rented a mobile home for our week away and because it allowed dogs took our german shepard with us.

It wasn't like a Haven park with lots of things to do but as it was a dog friendly park they had a 'dog walking field' which was basically a section of the site that was fenced up. The site was planted on the top of cliffs which looked over the sea and the dog walking field was on the edge/top of said cliffs and had a small forest on one side.

One evening(early in the morning) me and ex DP couldn't sleep. Our dog was restless so we decided to take him for a walk in the dog walking field . Rules as they were in the park meant we had to keep him on led whilst walking through the caravan section but when we got to the field we could let him off. Obviously it was very dark, except for the bright moon in the sky, but nothing was off, just a normal eve. We opened the gate, let him off lead and he did his usual thing of mooching about and sniffing this and that.

Suddenly, he stops mid mooching about, and stays completely still, ears up and his hair goes all big ( if you haven't had a pet, cant really explain it but I have had dogs and cats and they sort of fluff up their fur to look bigger when in a fight etc)

He starts growling really low and shaking. Me and the ex look at him , thinking WTF ? He doesn't act like this. But our dog still keeps low growling , his eyes fixated on the same spot. Ex DP and me follow our dogs gaze and see in the shadows a (what I can only explain) as a massive dog out line , much bigger than a german shepard stalking the area, like herding, circling us getting nearer and nearer, the thing that freaked me out was it was moving like a dog but it wasn't, it kind of creeped like you would expected a human to do, carefully , considered, a bit like cartoon cartoon baddies creep. It got closer and closer. By this time me, the ex and our dog wanted to get out there and started running, it followed us, racing after us so we could hear its paws hitting the ground. We didn't look back and kept running. The scariest thing was suddenly the noise changed from a running animal noise to a definite two footed noise, like a person running after us. We srambled into the caravan with our dog whimpering and shaking. Me and my ex DP have not talked about that night ever since. Too scary.

Ffs flea I'm home alone all weekend

FleabsGoLeap, I remember you telling that story previously. It's terrifying. It was the first time I read it and it still is.

Fab thread, I shared stories under an earlier name & am a little wary of doing so again as I was basically called a liar & a twat, its very nice to see this thread standing without the ne'ersayers (if that's a word).

Not ghostly as such, but I always know who is on the phone before I pick it up. Also I sometimes take my phone out of my bag for no reason, look at it for no reason & then I will get a text or a message through in the following 10 seconds or so , its a bit like a very useless premonition :) not enough people text/message me for it to be coincidence all of the time :D

Fuck it. Flea - you better be making that up!

Oops, sorry, Magrat, please share your stories. I'm not a naysayer (or whatever) - just werewolves stories really shit me up.

flea someone else posted a story like that on this thread about a dog that seemed to change into a human. Werewolf?? Too odd!

The dog's picked up on it now - and is barking at me and the garden. It's bright sunshine here - and still I'm creeped out.

Another poster's story on another thread was that she was changing her dd's nappy on the floor, with her back to the bedroom door. Her dd suddenly said "what that man doing?" and pointed to the door. She said by the time she'd heaved her heavily pregnant body round to look, there was nobody there. She believes it was a burglar who came in, and on seeing them, fled. Scary.

...I went to see a psychic who told me someone in a uniform would be contacting me and that he missed me...

I went to a psychic once when I was 19. I was fairly sceptical, but a group of friends back home had gone to a psychic so I was a little curious. The physic did know a genuinely strange amount about the past and present, more than she could have guessed at from anything I said (and I was pretty cagey). One trivial example was her telling me that my boyfriend had injured his shoulder (I'd told her nothing about him). Sure enough when I next saw him he told me unprompted that he had hurt his shoulder playing tennis. Oddly enough her predictions about the future haven't turned out to be particularly good!

The group of friends who went had a slightly odd experience. One of them came out of the reading crying and wouldn't tell anyone what the psychic had said, even though the rest of them were cheerfully comparing notes. The reading was fifteen years ago now and said friend has had quite an unhappy life, more so than the others. Coincidence no doubt but a bit weird.

talcumpowder that's what I thought was going on at first! but it ONLY happened if I was on my own. Dd1's dad never lived with us but we were still kind of together at that point, and it never once happened when he was there, but happened 100% of the time when he wasn't, which was most nights. It also doesn't explain how it used to randomly go off when I was in the bath and it was in the garden, as it was dark when I got in the bath, and dark the whole time I was in there.

Another spooky thing that happened....I grew up in a very old farmhouse, and my bedroom was in the oldest part of the house. When I first moved into that room I would distinctly hear someone breathing at night when I was trying to go to sleep, like someone was lying right next to me. The house was massive and there was no one anywhere near me at the time.

One night, when I was about 12, I was lying on my bed reading. I had one of those mdf desks that was rawl plugged into the wall, with shelves all up on side and above the desk. All of a sudden there was an almighty bang and literally everything on the shelves, books, ornaments etc, went from being on the shelves to being spread across the floor of my room. I don't think I have ever run so fast.

I was the only one in my family who seemed to experience stuff like this, and lots of things happened throughout my childhood. Deborah meaden lives there now, and she gave an interview on radio 2 where she said she had recently bought a haunted farmhouse in somerset, so I wonder if they are bothering her now!

Storys like fleas get me too scared to put the bins out :)

I still want more thought !

I have one although I found it more comforting than scary.

My maternal grandad died almost 10 years ago and unfortunately never got to meet any of his great grandchildren. Mores the pity as he adored children and was a fantastic, funny, playful and very loving grandad.

When DD1 was about 2ish, so almost 5 years ago now, DD2 was only about 8 weeks old ish. DH was working late and I had just put DD2 down for the night, DD1 and I we're laid on my bed , on our sides, I was reading a book to her. I had my back to my open bedroom door. All of a sudden DD2 looked up from the book, looked past me, she smiled and said hello Grandad, where are your teeth!! (She actually said Grandad and his Christian name.)

I went goosepimply, and looked around behind me and of course nothing was there.

What's even more goosepimply is that my grandad had a full set of false teeth for most of his life. As kids myself, my brother and my cousin would 'tease' him about his teeth hide them from -him-- . It was a game we would play and grandad loved it.

I am sure DD1 had heard us use grand ads Christian name but I don't ever recall telling about his teeth. She asked a few years later about grandad clicking his teeth which kind of freaked me out a bit, as he used to play tunes with them by clicking them together.

Apologies for spelling & grammar mistakes. Typing this on the I pad!

Thats lovely queen

I've just remembered one that I've posted about a few times previously.

Many years ago my Mum and I decided to visit the Military Aviation Museum in Tangmere, which had been a RAF airfield during WW2. The day we visited was a quiet, weekday afternoon - hardly any visitors. As Mum and I walked past a couple of the volunteer guides, we heard one say to the other "oh, he's here again. The ghost is here." We were intrigued, so asked the guides about the ghost. They didn't know anything about 'him' at all, apart from the fact that there was always a strong smell of vanilla when he 'made his presence felt'.

But, on that day, I was wearing a vanilla based fragrance. So I said to the guides that it wasn't the ghost, but me with my vanilla fragrance. We all had a bit of a laugh - and that was that.

The first time I posted this ^^, someone came on the thread and said that all I was doing was reporting hearsay and that I'd never seen/felt the ghost. Accepting that she had a reasonable point, I decided to Google ghosts at Tangmere. Well, given it was a WW2 airfield where there had been a number of deaths, I found a few 'ghosts', but nothing/no-one who would account for the smell of vanilla ...

... until I found this article on the BBC News website www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-10703466. I've C&Pd the brief sentence which jumped out at me :

"Among civilians who died on the base, says Mr Hooley, was an ice-cream seller thought to have been the victim of a direct hit because he and his barrow were never seen again."

Ice cream .... vanilla

I've been lurking on here for a while, so feel I should contribute one of my own (well my mum's).

When my mother was 8 months pregnant with my younger brother, her dad died of a heart attack. Understandably she was really upset and due to the fact that she had had a difficult pregnancy with very high blood pressure and other complications, it was decided that she shouldn't attend the funeral.

After the funeral, she woke up and thought she could see her dad sitting at the end of the bed smiling at her. She said he didn't say anything, just smiled. She said it felt wrong because she knew he wasn't supposed to be there, but also because he looked slightly strange like he had too much colour in his face.

In the morning, my mum told my dad about her 'dream' and my dad was a bit unnerved because he said that he hadn't told my mum before, in case he had upset her , but when my dad had gone to see my grandad in his coffin he had looked too made-up; as though the make- up artist had been a bit heavy-handed.

It might have just been a coincidence and a combination of grief and pregnancy hormones, by it gives me comfort to think that my grandad may have visited my mum after his death.

Just to add, about 7 years later I went to a medium fair with my older brother and his girlfriend and in an open demonstration the medium singled out my brother. She went on to describe a character that sounded very much like my grandad and then finished by saying "He's asking you, 'where's the scaletrix?'" My brother had been on the loft looking for the scaletrix for my younger brother and couldn't find it. Have to admit it was quite shocking, especially as it was so random.

My brother's girlfriend had a private sitting with the same medium afterwards because she had been so impressed, but she was pretty rubbish then and didn't get much right. So who knows?

I had a strange one the other day, not spooky as such, but just odd.

I'm at the park with my son (4) and I'm sat under a large tree for it's shade. DS is playing by the tree a little aways from me, bashing the trunk with rocks and trying to climb it.

He suddenly rushes back to me in a very serious manner and urges me to come with him to the tree. He kept saying there was a man stuck up the tree and that he can't come down. He wouldn't stop repeating this. So even though I'm certain there is no such man up the tree and after trying to reassure him, I get up and look with him.

I can't see anything, of course, but my son is so insistent and serious, pointing and telling me "he's right there Mummy...there!! look!"

I ask him to describe the man for me and apparently he had on brown trousers with grey shoes and grey hat. My son even did the pose of how he was supposedly stood amongst the branches, and I said (still totally baffled and trying to see anything at all up in the tree that could be mistaken for a figure of a man, but failing) to DS what does his face look like. DS said that he was sad and was looking ahead (DS actually said "like this" and demonstrated by turning his face away from me and staring into the distance).

It was so bloody bizarre, because of DS's sincerity and seriousness in thinking that there was someone stuck up the tree. He kept pointing and pointing to the same spot and really telling me that he was "right there!!..." When we got home for the rest of the next day DS kept drawing pictures of the man in the tree complete with sad mouth.

Just utterly odd.

fluffy I had an experience like that about 10 years ago. I was at university and living in halls at the time. The others living in my vicinity made my life difficult - lots of late night parties with lots of their mates over which meant I found sleeping difficult.

A bloke I knew vaguely, but not at all well, was going to his parents for a long weekend (Thurs - Sun)and knowing I had lots of essays due and needed at least one good night's rest, gave me the key to his room and said I was more than welcome to stay in his room (in another building) whilst he was away.

I wasn't took keen on the idea as I really didn't know him that well and it seemed a bit of an imposition on my part, but after getting no sleep on the Thursday night I moved in on the Friday. Only, just as I was drifting off to sleep I had this sudden flash of knowledge that he was coming back that night. But I talked myself out of it, thinking he'd be having a great time where he was seeing his kids and pals and fell asleep.

I woke up with a start at about 3 in the morning. About ten minutes later he walked into the room. He'd got fed up and decided to come back. It was odd.

When I was young I used to often sing to myself when trying to sleep, often I heard a tapping which would be in time with the rythum I'd sung so la la la would become tap tap tap.
I used to test it out and it always copied.
I was telling someone this one evening whilst working in a nursing home and when I demonstrated the "la la la" we heard "tap tap Tap"
We tested it out and it happened every time, we even looked in all the bedrooms incase a patient had fallen and was tapping for help!
Truly weird.

I used to be a sceptic, but have had three experiences that changed my mind.

1. As a nurse on an evening shift in a rural hospital, about 8pm, myself and the only other nurse in the hospital (as I said, it was rural so only about 11 patients in the entire building) were settling a little old man ready for bed in room 16. As we were washing our hands at the sink parallel to the door, we both saw a dark, vaguely man-sized shape move incredibly swiftly past the door, completely silent. Myself and the other nurse looked at each other, boggling, then did the comedy poke the head slowly out the door thing to see who/what it was - nothing. All the patients, either elderly or bed-bound were in bed, no other staff around. Hospital locked, as I had the keys. Knew I didn't imagine it as the other nurse clearly saw it too.

2. Did one of those stupid scare-the-shit-out-of-you-walking tours in Edinburgh with my then partner - he was a total sceptic of anything weirdy-ghosty. At the very last part of it as we all stood in a circle listening to the guide, he shouted and actually jumped about a foot. When I asked him what had happened, he said he had felt someone drum their fingers on his shoulder. Nobody there as I was stood not only right next to him, but slightly behind him. Scared the shit out of him.

3)My DS came into the kitchen one day when he was 3 and said 'Who is that man in the hall? I don't like him'.
No-one there.

Mine isn't too spooky! Years ago a family lived in my Aunties house before she lived there and the son was actually one of my Aunts friends. The son was about 10 years older than me and I remembered him quite well. The son drifted away from the area and the family eventually moved out. My Aunt moved into the house about 10 years ago.

About 2 years after she moved in I was stood in the doorway between the living room and kitchen facing into the kitchen. I was chatting away and kept feeling a shove in the small of my back. Nothing too hard so I ignored it think the kids were in the living room and messing about. So I carry on talking and ignoring what I think is the kids messing about when I feel an almighty shove that almost knocked me off balance. I turned really fast to shout at the kids and there is no one in the living room and there is no where the kids could have hidden. I must have asked where the kids were cos I remember my Aunt saying they had been out all day with our gran. So I told her about the pushing and she got a bit "woo" and said "oh that's just Dave, he's always messing about" turns out my uncle had seen and felt him too and he's the least woo person I know. When I asked who Dave was she said "you know, Dave Rogers who lived here years ago. It's his ghost".

I most have just nodded and backed away slowly but when I recounted the story to my dad he said "did you not realise Dave was dead? He had a really hard time in the last few years of his life cos he was an addict and apparently died of an overdose in a shop doorway. We think he's come back to your Aunts house cos that's where he spent his childhood and was most happy!"

Not long after my parents married they were walking home late at night from an aunt of my dad's. There were two women walking ahead of them. My mum and dad said they looked elderly from the back- stooped and walking slowly, were dressed in dark coats and hats (late 1950s) and looked identical.
My dad was teasing my mum about them looking spooky. When they looked up at them again a few seconds later, they had disappeared. One side of the road was a row of houses which had been bombed in the war and just demolished by the council. The other side- which they were walking on- was a cemetery and it was locked, the gates chained and it had high iron railings.
There was nowhere the two women could have gone. My mum ran all the way home and left my dad to follow her!

I have posted this before on here and it will "out" me if anyone knows me but never mind.

My Dad died a couple of years ago in France, and for various complicated reasons after he was cremated I had to bring his ashes back to the UK.

We moved house at the same time, and as a temporary measure I put the urn containing his ashes up in our spare room which was kind of a loft room on the third floor. I didn't feel at all creepy having them in the house, to the contrary it was kind of comforting.

Anyway a couple of days after we had moved in we had guests and because they were elderly we gave them our room and we were sleeping on an airbed up in the loft room. Bear in mind this was still only a short while since my Dad passed away.

Anyway, that night I went to bed before DH and took my mobile phone up to bed with me as an alarm clock.

As I walked up the stairs to the loft room I got a text message. Odd as it was about 11pm. I looked at the phone and it said "Dad, Mob" as the sender. Very odd as my Dad never sent me text messages while alive, and his phone was actually in France at my Mums at the time. She swears to this day it wasn't even turned on at the time and was in a drawer!

Anyway, I looked at the text message and it was actually blank, no text.

Shortly afterwards I got in bed and about 20 mins later another text message - exact same thing. "Dad, Mob" - no text.

Then at about 3.00am the exact same thing again.

This time I actually sat up in bed and said aloud "Dad are you trying to tell me something?!"

It has never happened again. I still think it was my Dad saying hello.