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 never learn, why do I read these. I'm such a scaredy cat !

It was the same day as the Piper Alpha disaster (that happened in the evening/night of the day I had my scary experience). I don't believe in premonition and the fire I saw was different anyway - it didn't look like a disaster, I got the sense that the people in the fire were being punished. There was something else which was scary as well, and that was that aside from the fire, outside was full of dead leaves - they were whirling down from the sky and clogging the gutters. The leaves were also moving malevolently (this is quite hard to describe, but they moved jerkily and wrongly). It made me quite sick to watch them.

I have never known why it was I saw this, and I've never had a similar experience before or after. If it did mean anything, I don't know what it was. That was over 20 years ago though and I still can picture it vividly.

Horrible dream to have. It seemed part dream part reality which is even more scary. Hope my kids never have one like that. You must've been so frightened.

I have had several of woo experiences but the most recent one happened last night. My DH and I have seperate bathrooms and in mine I have a furry bathmat which was washed the day before. My DH has been away since the mat was washed but when I went into the bathroom there is a large perfect footprint on the mat, far too big to be mine and there has been no one else in the house.

"There was a picture in my phone of me sleeping. I live alone".

An entrant for a "What's the shortest horror story you can write" competition.

Similar to your camping experience Squiggly!

Last night I distinctly remember turning off my light in my living room as I tripped on something walking out of the room in the dark. At 2am I was woken up by the sound of screaming. It sounded like it came from outside. At 3am I gave up on going back to bed and went down to make a cup of tea. The light in the living room was switched on.

Oh I hadn't expected so many responses! Another who was too scared to read this thread last night - I love woo stories, but I swear my hormones have been permanently altered by childbirth, as I've been a right wuss ever since!

Last night I dreamed there was a spider (a false widow, to be precise - we've had a lot of them about lately) in the duvet cover. In the dream, I had a whole conversation with DH about it, and spent five minutes wrestling with and then removing the duvet cover.

Woke up this morning and I had indeed removed the duvet cover! Now I'm paranoid the removal of the duvet cover is not the only thing that Was Not A Dream.

(Not remotely woo, of course, but throwing it in for some light relief if anyone stumbles across this thread late at night )

Last autumn I was out walking the dog just before sunset. We were walking along a lane next to the village church. I heard the sound of horse's hooves coming up behind us, so I stepped to the side of the lane to let the horse and rider pass. There was no horse. My dog had her head cocked to the side and looked at me like "Wha?"

Ok, so the horse story was a lot scarier when it was actually happening...

Oh I have goosebumps reading these!!

Talking of photos taken whilst people are asleep, there was a story on a MN spooky thread of a young woman who had gone camping by herself in the Australian Outback for a couple of weeks. When she got back to civilisation she found, on her camera, a series of date-stamped photos of her asleep - one for each night

I agree Fru, it's one of the more recent urban myths, as far as I know. I used to love them when I was in my early teens but have only recently heard that one from my similarly obsessed younger sister, who is twelve years younger than me.

Really spooky though!

Fru That's creepy! I wouldn't sleep well again if that happened to me!

I'm following this thread too.

Eeek, these are creepy! I should know better than to read them, but they're like pringles! Goatman one freaked me out, but it reminds me of a film.

Love these but couldn't get GoatMan out of my head. What did he want? He didn't harm the teenagers.

My Grandad died about twenty years/ago from a cancerous tumor on his neck Grandma nursed him all the way through it sadly four days before he died she had a huge stroke and had to go into hospital ,myGrandad went into a hospice ,at home he had a bandage covering just the tumour at the hospice he was bandadaged all around d his head he also wore glasses.As Grandma was/so ill she couldn't go to the funeral when wecwent to see in hospital after Grandees funeral she said the invisible man came to see me last night .

I really wish I hadn't read the goatman story before bed last night. Cue me lying awake for an hour from 3-4am thinking about it and not wanting to move in case it came in through the window

I think the sleeping photos legend will fade with digital photography.

I think the disturbing thing with Goatman is that he doesn't actually hurt them. He just wants to scare them. I think that's why it's so unsettling.

Give me more! More!

That Russian Sleep Experiment story is awful! Just shocking. Is it true? Gibbers.

Eeek I've got an interveiw this afternoon in another city and I really need a shower but I'm too scared. I've shut myself in the lounge watching RuPaul's Drag Race. HELP!

My grandad died 20 odd years ago. He was a lovely man and family was very, very important to him.

There's been a lot of trouble and upset in our family, caused by my Mum (this grandad was her dad). I was talking with my twin sister about what had been happening and I said "if grandad were still alive, I can't see him approving of how she's being" then I suddenly had an overwhelming smell of bleach hit me (bizarrely, it was a smell we associate with him). My twin couldn't smell it though. It was so real my eyes were watering, so I thought maybe the communual area outside my flat was being cleaned, so I went outside my flat but no cleaning had been done. I could still smell it in the hall but my twin couldn't.

I feel like my grandad was showing that he supported me.

I have quite a few (seasoned collector) so will post them as and when I get a chance. Not sure if I'm posted this before so apologies if it sounds familiar...

For most of her adult life my Gran lived in the same red brick terraced house. About five years ago, she had a bit of a funny turn and didn't want to be in the house alone anymore. It was a horrible time - after a short stay in a psychiatric hospital she was moved to sheltered accommodation and finally, as what transpired to be vascular dementia progressed, a local nursing home.

The house was sold and the current owner rents it out. It's had various tenants.

Anyway one afternoon last year the next door neighbour, who was close friends with my Gran, had a knock on her door. It was the current tenant, asking if the old lady who lived there before (i.e. my Gran) had ever had problems with noises in the front bedroom. Apparently there had been a right racket going on all afternoon, like the furniture was being smashed to pieces. Her husband had gone into the room, expecting to confront a burglar, and the noise had stopped as soon as he turned the handle. What's more, absolutely nothing was out of place. Nothing that could explain such a noise.

The neighbour said that my Gran had never had any problems and the tenant went back home.

About half an hour later my cousin called the neighbour to tell her that my Gran had died earlier that afternoon. The front bedroom was where she used to sleep.