We haven't had a "woooo" thread in a while! Can I ask for your new ghost stories

[cricketmum84]

Well new and old! I have read all the ghost threads and need some new scary stories!

Come on and do your worst!

TenForward82 yes the transition theory sounds very interesting considering how often stairs are mentioned.

But it also seems like ‘spirits’ are sometimes sort of trapped on them with the goings up and down and lurking on landings. Not a fun way to spend the afterlife.

So glad I live in a bungalow!

The stairs thing - my theory is that you are more likely to experience things when your senses are heightened. (In the dark, on your own, etc.)

Stairs are one of these places as you can’t quite see around the corner or lights are not on to the next level or a simple atmosphere change so they automatically heighten your senses.

My children hate our stairs as they are blocked off by walls either side and you have to turn the corner to enter the kitchen or their bedroom so they can appear rather dark and spooky. There is nothing there but just the design sends their spidey senses into overdrive.

@Florries you arrive at the location in the evening, stay overnight and explore the location in a group, leaving early in the morning. If you check Ghost Hunters UK e.g., you will find plenty of opportunities for that.

Also your sense of balance is off on stairs; I think that adds to the primal sense of unease. If a predator were to appear you would be at a disadvantage.

I dreamt last night I was married to Lemmy from Motorhead. I woke up terrified.

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@Yousignup that is truly terrifying.

I once woke up and saw a man standing at the side of my bed. He just sort of faded away. I was very freaked out and described him to my mum. She dug out some old pictures and I picked him out. It was her uncle. She said the hair style, clothes, height all matched up with him. My gran then proceeded to tell me that her mum used to see a kiltie (WW1 soldier) before someone died and it's a family thing. Happy to report that it's never happened again and no one died. I did tell DH this when we moved in together. He was more freaked out than me!

So, we had been to the funeral of my father’s closest friend (let’s call him Mark) who was very much family to us and we all adored.
That night a new restaurant had opened, we had booked the table under our surname say it was ‘Smith’ It was just my parents and my brother and I.
We arrived and it was chaos and they gave us one of those handheld things to buzz when our table was ready. Anyway we were waiting ages and ages and then a waitress came and tapped my dads shoulder and said sorry your buzzer doesn’t seem to be working, ‘it was a table for mark wasn’t it’ my dad said no it’s Smith and she said oh sorry yes that’s right it’s your table.
We had all been talking at home about how much Mark would have loved to have gone to this restaurant. The restaurant had no idea we had been at a funeral let alone his name. We were all a bit freaked out but felt like he was just letting us know he was with us

My 16 year old dd has recently told me that in the first house we lived in, which was a 2 up 2 down Victorian house, a man and woman used to climb the stairs in the middle of the night and stand in the doorway of her bedroom. 😳

She never told me, and it may now explain the night terrors her younger brother had. They both spent most nights in my bed with me 😂

We were in Sydney. I was interested in the older ‘Rocks’ area of the city and we’d gone for a lunchtime tour of the old pubs. I didn’t know any of these pubs but they were easy to find. I’d read nothing about them.

We went into ‘The Hero of Waterloo.’ My husband went to the bar to order drinks, I went to the loo, which was towards the rear of the pub. To get to the ladies toilet, you had to pass the top of a staircase leading to the cellar.

Coming back from the toilet, passing the top of the staircase I had the most awful feeling. I actually ran back into the bar. My husband was sitting with our drinks; I told him I didn’t like the corridor leading to the toilets, especially the stairs. He said I was a loon. I said it was haunted.

When he went to order a second drink, he asked the barmaid whether the pub was haunted. She told him that one of the original owners had pushed a woman down that staircase and she’d died. I think it was his mistress or his wife. She was said to haunt the stairs.

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Placemarking

I’ll always try to find a rational explanation for things, and I believe most “paranormal” experiences can be explained away, however, I have a couple I can’t explain...

My aunt and uncles house is built on the site of an old pit where they used to burn people at the stake many years ago. Many odd things have happened in their house over the years, but a couple I witnessed personally stand out.

One day, me and my aunt were in the house alone and I was helping her make the beds. She had one of those old fashioned crushed velvet bedspreads and we’d just smoothed it straight and made it look neat, turned our backs and when we turned back it had the imprint of a person laid on it. Neither of us had laid on the bed and it was very odd.

Another time, I was sat in the living room and my aunt was in the kitchen. They have one of those little serving hatches, and she opened it and asked me if I wanted a cake with my tea. I could clearly see the shoulder of a person stood next to her do I asked her who was in there with her. She was alone!

My cousin rented the house opposite this one for a while (it’s a cul-de-sac) and a few odd things happened there too. Once I was housesitting (feeding pets etc - all birds/reptiles, so nothing that could walk around) and had gone to bed, taking my collie dog with me. In the middle of the night, I distinctly heard footsteps coming up the stairs (house was detached and stairs in the middle) and my dog started growling at the bedroom door. I genuinely thought we were being burgled and rung my mum to come round. I made the decision to let the dog at them, and opened the door, only to find nobody there, but I stood and watched my dog leap at nothing growling and snarling. I never spent another night in that house again!

See, I think people need to be able to spend some nights in a house before buying it.

Moved into a house recently.
I feel like some nights someone is shouting at me as I’m dropping off to sleep just beside my bed.

There I was thinking my beautiful old hospital wasn’t haunted. I was speaking to a neighbour who used to work here as a military nursing sister many years ago. She cheerfully said that what was called B block is haunted. One of her friends worked there and went to meet the night sister for report. She couldn’t see the sister’s legs and she was wearing an old uniform. Before she disappeared.

The floor on that ward had originally been much lower...

There was also a ghostly baby on the children’s ward in that block, lots of crying when they didn’t have any babies on the ward.

Oh and theatres was haunted too - they’ve doing up that block for new flats. And the sick officer’s ward. But not my block. Apparently that used to be where x-ray was so that’s not particularly ghostly!

I have a few strange stories -

Firstly seemed to be a curse at our school .Every two years a student would die.
First a boy hung himself, two years later a boy drowned in the pool, then it was ‘my’ year and we all were hysterical about ‘who’ it was going to be. A girl had anorexia so a few kids had their ‘bets’ it was her. (Kids are harsh like that) but actually a friend of mine died in a drunk driver car crash. It was awful.

(A few years later a girl threw herself onto the local train tracks but I’d left by then.)

Lots of us that had been friends with the girl who died in the crash got interested in the occult, and we did a ouija board at my boyfriends house. His neighbours had also been killed in the crash! Strange coincidence.

Nothing much happened other than feeling an awful feeling of doom, I realise now it was some sort of panic attack, probably brought on by the high emotion and darkness of it all. A couple of girls started crying, and even the boys looked shaken up. A few of us were going to stay over at the bfs house, so we put on a film and had a few of us in sleeping bags etc all over the room.

Then the lights all went out, scaring us half to DEATH. Eventually managed to get the lights back on, but all of us were horribly nervous. Lights on, we settled down again.

An hour or so later, someone started banging on the front windows of the house, all of us screamed again, the dog is barking, I dived for the lights (so we could see out but no one would see in) and we tried to see who it was. No one there.

Cue lots of ‘this isn’t funny’ etc. We are all whispering and listening out. The banging starts again. My bf throws open the curtains to see who it is - no one is there! No one on the street of anything.
As he throws the curtains open, the banging begins on the back windows of the house.

Obviously being teenagers we are all screaming/laughing and crying. But there wasn’t an explanation for it - the house was a terrace house, no access to the back garden, and certainly not so quickly!

Anyway, I’ll wrap it up. We settle down again, in our sleeping bags, huddled together, dog on our laps. but I have this awful feeling of dread again. I whisper to my bf and best friend ‘bad luck comes in threes’
Minutes later, his dog starts having a seizure, teeth bared, eyes rolling back, all joints stiff and shaking. It was a horrific sight. None of us know what to do, my boyfriend tries to ring his mother (who was out on the razz) but there’s no signal. It was before we had ‘internet’ phones...

His dog had a few more seizures that night, we took him to the vets the next morning and he had to be PTS. It was an awful end to an awful night, never did I mess with any occult stuff ever again!

Hello

I have a few spooky stories neither of which directly have anything to do with my job as a funeral director or at least i dont think!

I bought my house 4 years ago - it is a 1800's cottage - I at the same time started my job as a funeral director.

A few weeks of living there I realised I wasnt alone! I would frequently hear footsteps all around the house. I didnt really know what to make of it. I at the same time discovered the previous tenants an elderly couple died in there the wife died a few months before the husband.

One evening in the summer at around 10.30pm I was alone watching TV I want to make clear here that I didnt have any doors / windows etc open even though it was the summer it wasnt particularly warm so no drafts. The house has also been modernised no poor fitting doors.

When suddenly something was banging loudly and shaking the handle of an internal door. I have goose pimples as I write this I sh** you not! The handle was moving up and down. I froze , I couldn't believe what I was witnessing. It stopped after maybe 10-15 seconds.

I from somewhere after around 5 minutes got the courage to open the door NOTHING THERE!! Nobody believed me and thought I was crazy..Until...

A few weeks later I had a mate staying over we were heading off sea fishing early the next morning. Again we were watching something on the TV - I needed a wee so off I went. As I was walking back down the stairs my mate was like you've got to get here quick this is freaky as f*. On the couch next to him he felt something sit down (the cushion dipped it) and it went freezing in that spot you could literally see your breath exhaling out from your mouth. This was in July and wasnt cold at all.

I have a few more stories but will update again later!

My mum bought a suspiciously cheap 5 bed house.

Doors banging in the night.
Gas men complaining that something was "trying to get at them" from a flue (and white as a sheet).

One day, my dad was working from home, and came to ask my mum to get the children to behave (he was fairly new on the scene and not ready to discipline my siblings). She told him quite angrily that they were making no noise whatsoever, and was right - they were asleep upstairs, and he'd thought they were making a racket in the playroom next to him - like they were throwing books off the shelves.

Another time, my brother went to her, asking why his sister was crying on the stairs. My mum said, don't be silly, she's at a party. He insisted he'd seen a girl crying on the stairs.

A neighbour refused to pet sit again after they went away for a week.

At the school gates, conversation about where you live. Mum gives her address. With no prompting, "Oh, the ghost house?"

Archives and census indicate a young girl disappearing off the census between the ages of 6 and 16, and a new wife in the household in the same time. Three exorcisms too!

My own woo story still intensely disturbs me. My mum had a similar "second sight" story, but I think that's the worst possible explanation from my point of view. I didn't want to see what I dreamed, and I hate even the idea that it could happen again. Even as a coincidence it's awful.

When I was a teenager, I had a vivid-as-life dream of the murder of a man, reading out a statement, before he was beheaded with a knife. He was wearing an orange jumpsuit, and his captors were foreign. The images were indistinct, but the voices, the fear and horror were all very real.

That morning, I came down to breakfast feeling awful, as you do after horrible, vivid dreams like that. The news was reporting the murder of Ken Bigley. I haven't sought out the video, but from what small stills I've seen in mainstream news, it matches my dream.

I hate the idea of second sight now. I hate my more vivid dreams, especially when they concern situations that could be real.

during 2012 I lived in a sweet little terraced cottage in the centre of Ely.
We had several odd things happen while we were there. The front door opened directly onto the street so we were always very careful to put the big heavy cast iron bolt and door chain on every night, several morning we would come downstairs to find the bolt and chain both had been taken off and 1 morning the door was open. One Saturday I was home alone in the kitchen when I heard water running upstairs, the sink and bath taps were all turned on! We found out that an elderly gentleman had lived there during the 1940's and was known as a bit of a prankster, we got used to him being around and even used to say hello to him when we came back from work.

So this isn't terribly scary but bear with me.

Last Saturday, my cat,Cookie, was tragically killed on the road outside our house. We had owned him for a little over two years - he was a very loving cat, came up to our bed each night for a cuddle - that sort of pet/owner relationship.

Usually, I don't believe in ''woo''. Staunch atheist, believe ''ghost'' sightings can easily be explained away and I think I can explain my own away, but a couple days after his death, I could have sworn I had seen Cookie looking at me from the bottom of the stairs - just a glimpse and then gone. I have mostly attributed this to me being grief stricken and thinking about him a lot, but I digress.

Well, the next day I was playing with my 6 month old daughter so there are a few sensory toys laying about the place. She has a musical star attached to a pink bouncer chair that requires you to ''bat'' it in order to make the noise.

You can see where I'm going with this.

The star started playing. My daughter wasn't in her chair, we weren't anywhere near it - nobody was.

I'm choosing to believe Cookie is (or at least, was) still hanging around us. Its helping me process it, I think.

Gosh, I sound like a right cat nutty lady

Not mine but i m obsessed with the Mandela Effect, and This is from one of the comments.
I obviously won't write it word for word, but. Anyway this blokes relative passed away tragically in a car accident, and a few years later he goes to a family Barbeque and There is none other than the women standing there.
He didn't give any other detail as far as I can remember.
There are so many holes and questions.
Did he imagine the whole thing.
Did he dream it
If she did die. Do the other relatives not remember her funeral and why was he the only one who found it weird that his dead relative was stood there large as life.
Or does this confirm parallel universes. I highly doubt he was making it up. Why would he. Its not like you get paid for comments, is it.

@SpudleyLass not at all!!

A couple of years ago our lovely cat Elvia went missing. He had a habit of jumping on the bed and pushing his head against my hands while I was trying to look at my phone!

The morning after he went missing I was sat in bed with a cuppa reading the news on my phone and something knocked my phone out of my hand! We found him on the lane near our house a couple of days later. He had been knocked down.

I still catch a glimpse of a cat out of the corner of my eye when our new cat is outside. A couple of times I've heard the air puff out of the chair next to me and when I look there are deep paw prints.

If you are a nutty cat lady then I am too!!

I have a weird thing in my current house. T all seems to be linked to the (tiny) landing at the top of the stairs. I've seen before a glimpse of what looked like a man walking through there into the bathroom.

My youngest has told me there's a scary man before and points towards the landing. My eldest struggles to sleep most nights because he talks of footsteps from the landing!

I'm now a bit scared myself about looking into the landing from my bedroom or the bathroom, there's just a weird feeling there sometimes?

Also when I came back from holiday, my fan that had been securely on my desk was in the middle of my bedroom floor and had broken into pieces like it had been violently knocked. No window open or anything