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 was too much of a wuss to read past p1 of the comic!

Second one is my oldest friend's story. She is to be believed 100%.

When she and her brother were about 12 and 8 they lived in a small, old rented house for a few years. Most nights my friend was kept awake in the wee small hours by weird noises on the stairs and landing. She was too scared to use the loo at night. She shared a room with her younger brother and didn't want to scare him so didn't mention it.

One night her brother whispered to ask if she was awake. He said he was dying to pee but was too scared to leave the room because of the shuffling on the landing ...

My friend felt bad for him and said she'd creep out of the room and check. She opened the door slowly and the landing was quiet so she looked over the banisters and down the dark stairwell. She could see into the kitchen at an angle and silhouetted in black against the glass of the back door was a figure. It looked wrong - it was hunched over the vegetable rack, it was biting down into a large raw vegetable! It slowly began to turn to look up towards where she was and she ran back, closed the bedroom door and flung herself back into bed. Told her brother to stay where he was.

Arrrgghhh! Given myself goosebumps!

eek fluffy! there was I about to go up to bed!

come on, it was just a veg-nicking dog, no?

i'd like to say it's made up - but she's sure she saw it.

how big was it and what shape - I mean was it human-ish? or animal -ish?
large rat? (not nice but better than the alternative 'monsters'/ghosts etc

Oh not a rat. Human size. Wizened old man sort of shape.

ye gods!

OK - luckily DH is here, I'll be sending him to check out any odd noises in the night!

Im scared to go to the loo now! I always watch really channel on tv..ghost hunters, paranormal witness. .I love it! I would love to see a ghost. For our anniversary dh has asked if I fancy going out for a nice meal (not something we get the chance to do often) but iv said I want to go to the underground vaults in Edinburgh for a night tour! They are supposed to be sooo haunted. .with all sorts of horrific things that happened down there! (He just rolled his eyes) lol

My most peculiar experience was about 3/4 years ago in a school where i worked. (sorry to all who have read this before) It was about 5pm in the summer. Lovely and sunny. The school was all locked up and the caretaker was waiting for me to go so he could leave too. I had to go and get my phone from one of the open plan class rooms.

I walked through a carpeted area and saw a few toys and belongings strewn about the place and under 2 wooden coat racks. I remember thinking gawd i'd better pick those bits up in the morning before class.

I got my phone from the next class room (no doors, just short partition wall) and returned - about 20 seconds max. As i walked back though i looked to my side and there were all the toys and bits in a perfect stack in the center of the carpet area. Perfectly balanced. Largest stuff towards the bottom - lunch box etc, right up to the top with lego, cardboard model, counting blocks and so on. Pile was apx 2/3 feet high. I swear there was no one else there with me there and there was no way on gods earth there was enough time for anyone to physically do that in less than 20 seconds anyway. In perfect silence as well.

I stood and looked at that stack of things. I remember smiling (! smiling!) I felt no fear. I walked on. I started feeling very jittery about it after a few minutes.

It happened. I've told it on here and i've told my DH and my best mate. I never told the school. 2 other odd things happened in the same area while i worked there but nothing as blatent as that. I cannot explain it.

Omg fluffy that is what were the other things?

A wall clock flew off the wall and into a group of seated children in the same carpeted area. (teacher told me about this) it came well away from the wall - not just straight down y'know?

and

a tea cup smashed right behind me on the floor as i was walking toward the staffroom one evening. No one around. The tea cup was pale green old fashioned looking. I didnt recognise it from the selection in the staffroom near the dodgy room.

Odd - but not totally unexplainable.

fluffyraggies, those two stories of the crouching vegetable eater and the stack of things in the classroom always stick in my mind!

In fact, I have retold them a few times!

When I was about 14 I was at my friends house.

Her mum went out and we locked the doors behind her. No one else was in the house and the keys were in both the front and back doors so no one could get in.

We were up in my friends room when her mobile started ringing...it was her mum. She left it because she was painting her toenails, then picked up her mobile and called back.

The next thing we heared was her mums mobile ringing, from the kitchen table where she had left it :/

I was totally skint many years ago and walking to Tesco for a packet of pasta and tin of tinned tomatoes to feed me for a week. I thought to myself, it would be brill to find £40 on the floor. I found exactly £40 on the floor in the freezer section (2 twenties). No one was nearby who could have just dropped it, so I kept it. These days I'd do the right thing and hand it in.

Susy the haunted tour in Edinburgh is interesting. I had a pal that used to take tourists on one of the ghost tours. Very level headed bloke, and not a believer in the supernatural generally. However he had one thing he can't explain, that is that people get scratches on them. He was literally five feet away from a woman and looking at her when a scratch appeared down her face, he could not explain what caused the scratch but she didn't do it to herself....

mrswinibagoo sorry for the typo I actually meant flicking not clicking! Something was flicking under my mattress that night. Horrible.

Another one, when dh and I stayed at his mums, we slept on a mattress downstairs on the floor. That night everything was fine until it got really late and for absolutely no reason, the whole arnos

Bloody ph

bastard iPhone

Atmosphere in the room changed. It became heavy and very sinister to the point that my usually sceptical dh asked if we could sleep upstairs. I can't describe the feeling downstairs it was plain nasty, like being watched. We spent the night up inn the single bed top and tailing.

billy that's even worse thank clicking!

I heard footsteps all the time during the night at my family home. Sounded like someone was walking up the hallway, but then not going anywhere else.

One night I was pulling an all nighter as I had a uni assignment due. I heard footsteps as clear as day at about 2.50am. The next morning I mentioned it to my mum, and she told me that at that exact time, she'd woken up to find the side of her bed depressed, as if someone was lying bext to her. Then the mattress lifted back up to the normal level, and she heard footsteps go though her closed bedroom door and up the hall, which is when I heard them.

Loads of other things have happened too - the loft hatch appears open at times. A pile of boxes left strewn have been neatly ordered for us.

The most tangible one though was my mum in bed again. She woke up to a burning smell, turned the light on, and there was smouldering on her pillow right next to her face. The pillowcase had a burn hole nearly an inch in diameter. She still has it - freaky.

We moved house when my son was two years old. Not long after we'd moved in, at about 6pm on a Saturday, DH and I were upstairs, on the landing outside his room, talking, while his bath was running. I pushed the door to DS's room open and said something like, 'Come on now, stop mucking about and get in the bath'. Then we both saw DS crawl, giggling, across the landing past us, into our bedroom and under the bed, as if to say, 'You'll have to catch me first!'. We both followed him and DH stood in the doorway while I got on the floor and looked under the bed but he wasn't there.

DS had been in his bedroom the whole time.

If it had been just me that saw it, I would have believed that I was just seeing things. But we both saw 'him', and followed 'him' across the landing into our bedroom.

A couple more weird things happened when we first moved in: DH thought he heard me muttering and swearing when I hadn't said anything and I thought I'd seen DS upstairs in his room when he'd been downstairs with DH all along. But after a few weeks, it stopped and our house now has a lovely, peaceful atmosphere.

that's really freaky mama!

DH and I heard a sigh of contentment the first night we moved into our house - we were eating fish and chips! No children/tv/radio, and we simultaneously heard a very loud sigh. DH thinks it was the people who built the house, happy to see a family moving in again.

It really freaked us out! We were stone cold sober and all the lights were on.

That's lovely, ajandjjmum!