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?

Tinkywinky that one is creepy but actually in a lovely way!

I've had a few creepy experiences and oddly enough most of them happened on family holidays to France as a teen!
One night when we were staying in France in a holiday villa type house, I went to sleep and was wearing pyjamas. I woke up in the morning still under the covers as I had gone to sleep, the exact same position (heavy sleeper, dont tend to move much), but from the waist down I only had my pants on and the pyjama trousers were folded neatly on the end of my bed. I definitely hadnt taken them off in the night (it wasnt even hot!) And if I ever get up in the night I always remember that I have iyswim, not a sleepwalker or anything. Actually reading it with adult eyes it seems rather sinister but I've still no idea what it could have been!

Also the following year, I'd have been about 15 and my DSis would have been 12. We went to stay at a different holiday villa in france, and the second we stepped inside my Dsis and I just burst into tears, had an overwhelming feeling of fear and begged our parents not to have to stay there. Of course they had already paid and they had no idea why we were so freaked out, put it down to tiredness and we had to stay.
That night my Dsis got up for a glass of water. We heard a loud scream and then a series of crashes as she fell down the stairs. She was fine thank God. But to this day, she maintains that something pushed her. And she is not at all woo. I felt freaked out the whole time we were there. Parents didnt get it at all so I'm thinking maybe a spirit that hated children?

Also I love this thread, more spooky tales please ladies!

We went on a night time tour at the Tower of London a few years ago. In one room my digital camera just suddenly stopped working. It just died, wouldn't turn back on, batteries were full, wasnt cold ect. As soon as we moved on it started working again. It's never played up before or since.

In another tower there was just a horrible atmosphere. It was cold and the air was really heavy. I didn't want to look around it. Everyone was in a rush to get out.

When I was growing up we lived briefly in a house that was not right. On the day we moved in, I saw someone walk along the hall as I was putting stuff into a wardrobe despite being the only one upstairs. There was a long, narrow kitchen that had a door either end. Many times as I walked out I would see someone walking in the other door. One night me and my sister were sat downstairs and we heard the big heavy glass door on the built in wardrobe being slid open and shut even though we were home alone. It was a detached house aswell so we couldn't even suspect it was from next door. My dad totally played it down saying we were exaggerating. One night there was 4 of us watching telly. We had lots of pot plants and they all rustled and there was a breeze like someone had just walked past us really quickly. My dad turned white and we were all like 'see what we mean?' He sold up soon after.

marking place as I just lost this thread and its fascinating

I've just remembered a really weird thing which happened at (boarding) school. In the third form we used to sleep along a really long corridor, divided into cubicles. Each of us had a bed along one wall with a cupboard and sink along the other. (My cupboard and sink backed onto my NDN's cupboard and sink). We used to put photos etc on the top of the cupboards. One day, I was lying on my bed reading and heard the most almighty crash next door. I rushed next door to find everything from the top of my NDN's cupboard, lying smashed on the floor. She yelled at me and accused me of slamming my cupboard door so hard that everything had fallen off her cupboard (which was back to back with mine). She wouldn't believe I had been lying on my bed doing nothing more than reading - no windows were open and there was no rational explanation at all.....we were both quite glad it was the summer term and we didn't have too many nights left there!

was going to put this one before but it would of made my other post way to long :)

When I was in school we moved from the area but as my mum still worked in the area she decided to keep me in the same school, but this meant I had to spend time at the school my mum used to work at each evening until she was ready to go home.

She was in a meeting one evening I stayed downstairs waiting for her, I started to feel really uneasy, but thought it was just because I was on my own. The feeling started getting worse, and the atmosphere got really oppressive ... my gut instinct was to run but again I ignored it and put it down to me being daft, then I started feeling a physical pressure pushing down on my shoulders and my head started feeling really really strange, like I couldn't focus on anything or concentrate and I started feeling really sick, I did manage to stand up though and I did run then... got into the corridor and felt fine then (although I was freaked out).

It wasn't just me this happened to... one of the teaching assistants also was on her own in the evening, and she ran out, leaving her bag and car keys and had to phone someone to come and pick her up, and another lady who came to visit the school told her employer that the building was evil :S

There's other paranormal things that happen there but I'm a bit worried about outing where it is if I carry on.

Not to dismiss what you experienced, but some research has found ultra low frequency sounds can have this affect (unease, sense of evil, oppressive atmosphere). These can be caused by nearby roads and certain types of stone used in old buildings exacerbate the effect. Sometimes it can be that.

Paranormal investigators (not the most haunted team kind, ones who try to eliminate natural causes for the phenomenona) would look at the areas geology and make sound recordings.

For the record, I do believe in ghosts but I suspect most haunting can be explained. It's the remainder that intrigue me

Hi :) I'm with a paranormal investigation team, and totally agree about low frequency it was more the physical pressure (like someone pushing with both hands) which worried me and I haven't come across that since. There are more things that happen in the building and there have been sightings :)

My boss used to work late in the office building (which was once a regency home) he tried to get into a room but as he pushed the door, the door was being pushed back. He tried harder but still there was counter pressure.

A colleague came up the stairs to ask what the matter was. "I can't open this door" he said and as he pushed the door to demonstrate, it flung open and he s meet with a strong blast, as was the colleague, some steps down the staircase.

The colleague never stayed late again, but my boss still did.

Another night he heard a noise in the stairwell. He could see from his desk. There was a figure coming up the stairs. His blood ran cold, then it said: "and what time d'you call thisa?". It was his wife come to drag him away from the office.

When I was in my early 20's i secured a work promotion that meant moving to a city 60 miles away from my home town. By coincidence a lady that I worked with had a flat available to let. Perfect!

It turned out that the flat was in a high rise tower block but seemed fine to me and I moved in not long after.

While my new job was going well and I made a lot of new friends, my mental health started to deteriorate. I was having bad dreams, feeling anxious and spending more and more time away from the flat which I had started to despise. I became to realise that I never felt totally relaxed there, was always on edge.

Anyway, after spending Christmas at home with my parents and retuning to the flat in January I broke down. I knew I couldn't stay there for much longer. It was arranged that I would move back in with my parents and I would daily commute until I found somewhere else to live.

On move day I was all packed up and had moved my belongings into the communal hall, just waiting for my Dad to come and collect me. I was sat by the front door facing down the long hallway where the living room door was. Suddenly with a god almighty bang the living room door slammed shut. There were no windows open. I left my belongings where they were and waited outside the tower block for my Dad to rescue me. The thought of that flat still gives me the shivers. Brrrr.

Aw. Dead quiet on this thread now.

I lived in the same house with my parents and older brother from birth until I was twenty two. It was a new build when they bought it in the early eighties and they were the first inhabitants so no history.

There are a few things that went on there though.

In the summer, the year before I was born, my grandad passed away.

If I remember correctly, his was in ill health- lost his lower leg to gout, possibly had diabetes and his heart gave out.

Two weeks later my nan was staying with my parents and sharing a room with my brother who was about three at the time.

One night my nan awoke rather abruptly to find my grandad standing in the corner of the room, dressed in his whites and smiling at her. He slowly began to move around the room, passed the foot of the bed and straight towards a chest of drawers. My nan called out to him to warn him he was about to walk in to it and he turned back towards her and disappeared.

Now I'm quite open to the fact that it was a manifestation of her grief, but it's nice to think that he came back to show her that he was fine and once again that whole, proud man that he was in his service days.

Afterwards my brother would sit up in bed and talk to someone nobody else could see and when I was a toddler I did the same thing.

Was in the car with my ds (hes 3) driving to an out of the way supermarket, when he pointed out the window and said "look, there is a broken lady hanging in that tree" thought it was a bit weird, but am strictly non-woo so assumed there was something like a sign in the trees, or a carrier bag or something. Looked on the way home, nothing, figured it must had been a bag that had blown away.

Few weeks later my mother in law is taking the kids to visit her mum, got to it a different way so he cant have known, but drives up the same road. "Nanny, that broken lady is still hanging in the tree".

Broken lady.....blurgh. Horrid imagery popping into my from that.

I so hope more stories will be added to this thread. It's just too good to go cold.

*head

Not scary really but...

Me, dp and dd live in what used to be dp's grandparents home. When they both passed away, dp's aunts were keen to keep it and we now rent it from them. Dp's mum did a lot of the decorating for us as she doesn't work and lives quite close by. She made many comments about how the house is haunted and how she never felt alone. Dp's aunts said that dp's grandmother often 'saw' dp's dad (who had passed away a few years previously), and how gm had never liked mil (she had left dp's dad a long time ago due to dv). We never felt anything bad, and if anything it felt like a happy home and ideal for starting a family. After living there for a few weeks we decided to try for a baby and after only 2 weeks discovered I was pregnant.

I suffered with morning sickness quite badly and had a lot of time off work. Dp still had to go to work so I spent a lot of time on the sofa with a bucket trying to keep water down. I constantly saw little lights and shadows when I was alone, especially during violent attacks of sickness. This died down when the sickness passed around 3-4 months into the pregnancy.

Everything was fine until I reached 36 weeks where we were informed there was low fluid around the baby and I may have to be induced early. We were worried and I was upset and started having trouble sleeping. One night I was in bed laid awake when I saw a very dark shadow on one wall. It grew in shape until it became human shaped, then approached the bed. I was completely convinced it was my own grandmother, who has been dead for over 10 years. She came to my side of the bed, bent over me and seemed to brush my hair back off my face. My gm wasn't woo until she swore she had seen the ghost of a dead friend, and promised she would try to get a message to us. She never visited any of my cousins who have had children, but I'm positive it was her telling me everything would be fine. The next day we went to hospital and had good news.

I'm currently staying in a little rented cottage and DD is staying with my sister for the week. I made the mistake if reading this thread in bed last night! I swear I noticed noises I hadn't heard before! Keep them coming and I can scare myself again tonight!

I don't have any but love reading, I've gone through all of creepypasta.com and many scare me. There's also reddit/r/nosleep which is amazing. Everyone who loves scaries should check them out!

Well. Today I bought a bottle of wine to have with my Paella tonight.
Got home about 2.00 pm, here with my daughter all afternoon, she went out about 4pm and I went out at 4.50 pm.

Got home about 7.30 pm and thought I would add a splash of said wine to Paella. Got bottle out of fridge to find it had been opened and a good size glass was missing.

I assumed my daughter had been back and had some but when she came in half an hour ago she said she had not been back home since she left earlier.

So who has had my wine? I believe her, I know it wasnt me. If someone has a key they could have helped themselves to anything, so why just a glass of wine?

No one else has a key as far as I know apart from letting agent/landlord! Have been here over 18 months and apart from one initial odd occurrence when I viewed, nothing has made me feel that anybody has been in my home.

Myroom we need to know about the odd occurance please.....

Wine going missing........that's far more serious that anything spooky!!!!

lol.. I know... Why couldn't my visitor have left me a winning lottery ticket?

Well, I think I have already mentioned this on MN before.

We (myself, DD and her BF) were viewing this house, looked at the downstairs, then went upstairs. Decided immediately that it was perfect. Just as we were about to go out the front door I asked if we had locked the back door. Not sure, so I went back to the kitchen but could not open the kitchen door.

I went out of the patio door, round the back of the house, unlocked the back door (yes, we had locked it) through the utility room to find the big fridge/freezer had moved across the kitchen door by about 2". It took a lot of effort to push it back into place.

That has not happened again, nor anything else odd, until yesterday, although I keep the kitchen door open all the time :)

Sorry this is a bit long!
I used to work in a children's daycare centre. It wasn't a particular old building but used to be a school. The new school was built behind the old one and the playgrounds backed onto each other so we could see the school children playing and they could see our toddlers/ preschoolers playing in the playground. We always did a head count of children on a regular basis especially when going outside or coming back in. Now the playground was a very secure squared area with no corners for children to hide around so you could see the children at all times. One sunny afternoon we had been outside playing for a while when it it was time to head in and get cleaned up for snack time. We did our usual head count all present and correct I did a quick sweep with my eyes around the playground everyone was inside I locked the door (policy at the time so little ones could not get out) and began to get ready for snack time. Five minutes later our manager came running in all frantic saying she had received a call from the school behind us saying we had left a child in the playground and she was screaming SHIT!!! We ran outside and there was absolutely no one in the playground other staff were frantically head counting we had ALL of our charges. In the meantime the concerned teacher from the school was so worried she had run down to our building (no more than two minutes away) and was pointing and yelling on her way down to us. Once she had arrived she was really concerned and described a little girl crying in the playground and insisted she be taken out to inspect the playground and how could we miss a child right under our noses...... Well there was no child! This teacher was so so convinced she described the little girl in detail we didn't even have a child that fit the description it sounded as tho this child was school age too not nursery. A few weeks later when the owner was visiting she recounted a story that a little girl had fallen over in our playground when it was a school and had banged her head and died. The owner had put it down to one of those "school ghost stories" who knows? All I do know is I saw heard nothing but this teacher clearly had.

My 4 year old said "mammy, remember when you were little and I was big and I used to pick you up? And we'd go home in my car!" he was most insistent, repeating things etc. "I was big but you weren't bigger than me now, you we little and I carried you and I played with you"

My grandfather died when I was 4.