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?

My grandad was the manager of the crematorium. They lived in a bungalow on the grounds. I lived with them when i was little and went to work with him. There was a button, green and red to close the curtains on the coffin when the vicar had finished. That was my favourite job, the vicar gave me the nod and i closed the curtains. I was under 5.

Spooky.

Me and my friend went to pluckly (haunted town in kent). Me and my DS's dad had just split up and my friend thought I could do with a break, the original plan was to go to the pub. But as we parked the car I didn't want to face the world so we sat it the carpark by the train station.

Mid way through our conversation we heard too 'clanks' to the back wheel arch, like stones being thrown at the car. It wasn't windy so my friend got out to check, and I still swear to this day I saw a man run back in between the trees, and over the train tracks.

Last summer I stayed in my friend's house in Portugal. The room I was in was quite small, it didn't have any windows but it had a high ceiling, a sky light and there was quite an ornate chandelier thing right above the head of the bed. Twice I woke up feeling the covers being pulled off the bed, and one morning when it was just light I opened my eyes to see the chandelier plummeting towards my face, except it never hit me, I blinked and it was back where it should be. I still have no idea what to make of all that TBH.

I also made the mistake of watching just about the scariest film I've ever seen last week when DH was away, and had to sleep with the lights on. I am a wuss.

I have posted this before on another thread.

A few years ago, we stayed in a cottage in Ireland, in Donegal, for a fortnight. It was fantastic- converted farm building in the grounds of a Georgian house. Very beautiful place, lake next to it, really peaceful. On our last night about 9 pm - not dark- we had been sitting outside having a last drink and eating and enjoying the amazing sunset.

We went in to wash up and have an early night because we had to be up early to get to the ferry near Belfast. We left the door open into the kitchen from the patio. The sink was infront of a window and we both saw a woman walk past us behind us in the reflection in the window. She was not looking at us, just walking across the kitchen behind us as if she had come in from outside.

She just looked real and we both turned expecting to see her walking towards the bedroom but there was nothing. DH actually went and looked in the bedroom and bathroom.

I was terrified. DH was too but pretended he wasn't. We didn't sleep well
not a wink and were at the ferry ( a 2 1/2 hr drive away) by 7 am the next morning.

Next time we spoke to the bloke who owns it, who we know vaguely, DH asked if anyone else had ever mentioned anything odd happening. He said, without us saying what had happened, 'Did you see a woman in the kitchen? I have never seen her but a few people have said they have'.

Never went back. Beautiful cottage but would not go again. It was just unexplainable then and I still can't explain it. We had drank hardly anything so didn't imagine it.

Mizlizlemon what film??? Always on the lookout for a new scary! X

This isn't spooky so much as a weird thing about reincarnation or past lives or something. This really did happen, my mum was there visiting my cousin right after they'd moved to a new house and told the story to me.

My cousin was unpacking boxes and came across some of her mum's old baby toys (my auntie who had died tragically when I was 9 and when my cousin was 15). My cousin's DD, who was about 3 at the time, looked up suddenly and saw the toys...when she did her eyes lit up and she exclaimed, "Mummy those are MY toys!"

My cousin wanted to keep them safe so she said to her DD, "No, honey, these are your grandma's toys and they're not to play with."

Cousin's DD shook her head and looked cross. "No, mummy, those were my toys when I was your mummy."

I love these threads, marking place, more please

(Can't contribute as nothing has ever happened to me!)

This one isn't spooky so much as weird really. One morning when DH and I had just started living together, we both woke completely naked. Weird as we both went to bed wearing underwear. We found our underwear on the floor, neither of us has any recollection of having sex. We hadn't been drinking either, and I've always been a really light sleeper so normally wake up at the slightest noise or movement (annoyingly). I was really freaked out for ages afterwards and I must admit I was a bit suspicious of him for a while. But nothing like that has ever happened again in the last 20 years so I'm a bit about it.

When my nan died my dad gave me her little alarm clock to use to get me up for school. I used to try and sleep as late as possible on a school day so would set it for 8am. It kept going off at 6.30am which was the time my nan would get up. Even when I flicked the switch to turn the alarm off it would without fail go off at 6.30am. It started to freak me out so I took the batteries out of it. That night when I'd taken the batteries out I was woken up at 12am by the fucking alarm going off. I screamed my fucking head off when I first woke up. Then checked the clock thinking my sister had put the batteries back in and set the alarm to freak me out. There were no freaking batteries in it! 12am was the time my nan had died. I smashed the clock up and told my dad I'd stood on it by accident. He wouldn't have believed me if I'd told him about the alarm.

Okay can someone explain goat man and the Russian sleep thing without me having to google anything with scary pictures.
I'm too curios for my anxieties lol

It's called "Borderlands", if you have sky movies on demand it's on there at the mo.

I lived in an open plan studio flat for a while in a very old converted mill building. I loved my flat but kept sensing something watching me and stood by the fridge. This was particularly bad when I was in bed and I ended up hating sleeping there because I was convinced someone was stood there watching me. I never told anyone (convinced it was my over-active imagination). When I moved in with now-DH, my mum helped me pack up all my stuff as he was on shift. We packed up the last of the boxes and she laughed and said "I loved your flat but I felt really funny - like someone was watching me!" I said "WHAT?!" and she said "it's funny, but I genuinely thought someone was stood by the fridge".

The night my grandfather died I woke up at 4:12 am and knew he was gone. Mum phoned at 7:30 to tell me.

Sorry if I've got the wrong end of the stick but some of the replies are making me wonder....... the stories like goat man/Russian sleep experiment etc - people don't actually believe they're true, do they??

calamity I don't believe they're true but I let myself pretend that they are.

I don't think they're true but I still enjoy (for some sick twisted reason) being freaked out.

I keep refreshing for more stories ignores housework

More more more!

Marking place to read in daylight!

I live in an old Victorian farmhouse . For obvious reasons we don't tell visitors stories, but it's surprising how many have experienced the same as us - we have a bedroom where footsteps walk from the fireplace to the door, over and over, always the same direction. We have a child that whispers 'Mamma' or 'Mammy' at the bottom of the main staircase. This has been heard by several independent people, and cross corroborated. Very clear. We have a child who can be heard crying on the stairs and first landing. We have smells - perfume, or something smouldering, usually. Items go missing, most often keys - we have recently lost a key from the middle of the kitchen worktop - vanished into thin air when no-one but myself or DH could have moved it. We have doors that close, and icy cold patches. I know this house is draughty but this isn't a draught. We have one room that is usually several degrees colder than any other. Funnily enough it is the one where we all feel most comfortable when we sit together.

At my previous address I would often hear kitchen cupboard doors bang - while I was standing right there in the kitchen. Our heavy wooden back door was replaced with a new plastic one, yet I could still hear the old door being locked every night. In bed I always scrunched myself up in the foetal position and kept my eyes shut because I felt like someone was in the room with me. Then one morning I went to carry baby ds down the stairs and I just went shooting down them like they were a slide. Neither of us were hurt, but I was really freaked out. Of course, I found out that the last tenant died there.

The atmosphere is so nice in my current house I don't ever want to move again!