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!

Another one, not long after my mum died I had a dream unlike any I've ever had and I won't forget it for my whole life.

A long table in a white room with all my family dead and alive just sat in silence. There was a phone in the middle of the table and I answered it when it rang. All I heard was breathing but I knew with absolute certainty that it was my mum.

Few years later doing a crappy cleaning job on a big office floor. Call centre type place for Mercedes. It was almost 9pm and I was way out on my own at one side of the huge room and a phone right next to me started ringing, I was far too scared to pick it up!

another one, but this may have just been a very bad trip!!

Oh these drugs for migraines at the time. I was lying down and the room began to spin and what looked like white snow began to fall.

I got up and walked to the stairs and this strange, faceless, voiceless figure of a boy was there but everything was hazy and covered with this white snow. There was no one else in the house

Safe to say I didn't take those meds again!

Same house, my eldest used to talk about a 'drillman' that would visit him every night!

Also seen numerous ghost cats

Polarbearflavour, if you live at Haslar I can assure you it is haunted! I worked there for many years and in nights buzzers would go off at the end of the ward where people who were just about to be discharged were. You would get there to find someone gravely ill but everyone asleep and the person nowhere near their buzzer. People would regularly be seen but only from the knees up as the floors had been raised when modifications were made. If you were on nights and put the tablets in pots with name tags in they would end up turned upside down. But strangely enough it wasn't scary. Just felt like there were others there either going about their business, being kind or just being bored and naughty. Blimmin loved that hospital.

NC’d for this.

So I have this thing where I feel stuff that isn’t there. Like seeing things, or hearing things I guess. And I have had this my whole life, so it is not ordinarily something that freaks me out. As a kid I felt my head being stroked. I feel people walk past all the time. As a teenager I remember sitting on the stairs, talking to friends on the phone, feeling someone come down the stairs (you know how the stairs sort of bounce?), moving to the side to let them pass but there was no one there. That happened a lot. It’s not just in the one house either - I felt someone tap me (quite hard!) three times on the back of the head in my new house. Kinda rude tbh

But a few months ago I was in this old building, teaching a course. I normally taught my class in the upstairs room but it was being decorated so we got sent downstairs. The toilets were downstairs so I’d been down there before. It had always given me the creeps (in fact I tried not to use the loos when I was there. I noticed no one else used them either!). Anyway we were in this large room & I was in the middle, asking if anyone wanted a cup of tea. Suddenly my mouth filled with blood - not just tasting blood, FULL of blood. I ran to the kitchen and spat it out in the sink. Nothing there. Sensation gone. Even as I got to the sink, I realised my mouth was empty. So hard to explain. I mean, it’s something you should know, isn’t it, whether or not your mouth is full of liquid. Anyway I made the teas! Returned to class. Felt deeply unsettled by the whole thing & decided to google the building when I got home. It used to be a pub - in fact it had only recently sold up & on google maps it still showed up under its old name. So I googled that, searched under news articles & found that someone had been stabbed in the neck. That it had happened in the basement bar.

The thing is, though, that guy didn’t die. He got taken to hospital. He was ok. So I don’t know what to make of it really.

And it’s totally ok if you think this is nonsense & I am imagining things! I swear I am one of the most logical people you could meet. I know, though, that I’m feeling these things, when I feel them, even if they’re not real. If that makes sense.

Phew this was long! Sorry

I’ve always lived with ‘I’ll believe it if I see it’ although I would never actually want to see it.

Anyway, the other evening I put my DD6 to bed and went to do the washing up. I heard a couple of noises and called up to her that it’s time for bed.

Noises continued, so I went up to tell her to stop messing around when she darted in her bedroom. I followed her (about 5 steps) to find that she was peacefully sleeping in her top bunk.

There’s no way she could’ve run in her room, climbed up the steps, pulled her duvet on and closed her eyes by the time I got there. Gave me the creeps and now I feel weird in her bedroom

I put it down to sleep deprivation to keep myself sane....

Ooh Munangi, You little Devil

FWIW was inspired to re-watch "The Haunting" (B&W version) due to R4 Extra's radio version of Shirley Jackson's novel "The Haunting of Hill House". What a great film on many levels and still stands the test of time, to me at least.

When I was 17 a few weeks after my Nanna died, I was in a Bed and Breakfast and I seen a young old fashioned woman in a wedding dress at the top of the stairs, very strange feeling.
A few years later, my mum showed me a picture of my Nanna on her wedding day when she was 19, low and behold she looked the double of the woman I had seen at the top of the stairs.
It still to this day freaks me out as I can't look at that picture as it brings shivers to my spine!

Mary loves Dick.

There, placemarked.

I've told this story before but obviously different people go on differennt theads.
This was told to me by my totally none woo mum.
This lady her mum was close to death and She said to her daughter
We've still got a few hours together. I'm nearly crying, here. I've just seen a list with my name on and I'm going to die at 12.32 (I can't remember) the exact time that was actually said. You probably know where this is going. She passed away at 12.32.

Oh i remember that. Mary Loves Dick.
Good old Derek Acorah.

I was gonna watch a horror film tonight but maybe not. My 3 yr old has a tendency to creep into our bedroom in the middle of the night and just stand there, creepy at the best of times but especially if you're already freked out by creepy ghost stories.

Few things for me

On holiday years ago I woke up upset and saw my grandpa sitting in the room. When I came home a few days later I found out he died that night.

In my old flat I used to feel someone push my back when doing the dishes and nobody else there.

In our current house every so often there is a strong smell of stale cigarettes, none of us smoke and previous owners didn't either

Marking!

Our house is about 100 years old. Approx 6 weeks after my son was born, he woke in the middle of the night needing a nappy change. He was sleeping in a Moses basket in our room so I took him in to his room to change him on the mat.
Just as I was finishing, I heard my husband shout ‘are you alright?’ As I walked back in to the bedroom I was about to answer yes until I realised my husband was in a deep sleep. My mum was staying in the spare room at the time and a few days later we were discussing how creepy the house feels sometimes and she independently told me she had heard a mans voice asking if she was ok and had hid under the duvet!
Nearly 4 years later, sometimes I hear the rustle of coat as if someone is walking up the stairs when I am
alone or a distant female whispering.

A few weeks after my mother died, my sisters and I went to her house to clear out her wardrobe. She had built in wardrobes with sliding doors along one wall.

As soon as we slid the wardrobe door open to start, the radio on the radio alarm clock next to the bed suddenly came on, playing the radio station my mum always had on in the kitchen. None of us were near the radio, it was the middle of the afternoon, so wasn't coming on because an alarm had been set.

I've had loads of woo experiences, some interesting, some really scary.

One that really sticks in my mind is staying over at my boyfriend's house as a teenager. His parents were away and it was just us there. I got up to go to the toilet and didn't put the bathroom light on because the street light outside made it just light enough. I closed the door and as I was on the toilet I heard a voice say "lights!" and the bathroom light came on! I was really nervous leaving the room and apparently so was my dog, he was hunkered down staring at the door as I went back to bed. It was scary as such but that flat was freaky as hell, loads of weird stuff went on there.

Another time as a kid, maybe about age 9/10, I was on a family caravan holiday with cousins. The caravan park was on a beach and there were a couple of old WWII round concrete lookout posts a short distance away over a little burn. We - kids only - were playing there and there was a sudden downpour. The sky went black and we ran inside one of these. It felt horrible. Somehow it was both empty but there was also a man inside wearing a rough brown/green uniform. No one else saw him. I was the oldest of us and the younger kids were freaked out by the storm, so I didn't mention him. But he was there.

@Pugwash1

Nope, not Haslar but a very similar hospital! I’ve heard the Haslar stories.

I now work in a military base. The building dates from the 1800s. It’s really dated inside and is falling apart. The MoD are selling it off in the next couple of years. I bet it’s haunted!

Had a very odd night a few weeks ago.

I live in a very old cottage (attached to another ancient house) at the end of a long private driveway, with fields on the other 2 sides. We never have people walking by, my garden is quite big and my (single glazed) bedroom is at the front of the house- so I hear people walk up the garden- I’m absolutely certain that there was nobody around my house the night I’m describing.

I was in bed around 11pm and heard something bang by the front door. I automatically thought we were being burgled and shat myself. Didn’t know whether to go down, take the baby, leave the baby or call the police. I sat up in bed listening and could hear some movement in the kitchen/ hall- like someone was walking around. I was hyperventilating by this point - and then the noises stopped.

I sat for AGES listening - and nothing- the house creaks so if someone had been down there, I’d have known.

I grabbed exDPs wooden walking stick (hand carved, like a club at one end) from under the bed (kept for these sorts of things) and went downstairs, fully expecting to find the tv gone or whatever.

Nothing. Nothing anywhere.

I checked all the rooms, the walk in cupboards, the cubby holes, made sure we were locked up, and went back to bed.

Got up in the morning and looked at the kitchen clock- the big hand - never been an issue before- had fallen off and was lying on the table.

I’d say coincidence, but I’m writing a short story at the moment- and just that day had character sketched a protagonist who, mad with grief, removed the big hands from clocks - because passing the minutes was too hard- hours only just bearable.

I went cold when I realised the coincidence.

Have to say- often feel “accompanied” in the house, but always feels very collegiate and peaceful- not like an unkind presence. Occasionally I get a sense that whoever is here is surprised to see us- but not unpleasantly so. Have once or twice when things have been hard, felt a hand rest on my head in bed, and occasionally wonder “what’s the dog doing?” . Haven’t got a dog. DS has recently been asking “is the man in the garden?” if were in the house, and “is the man in the house?” if were in the garden.

Any passing psychics- would be interested to get your take on this!

I visited Thetford Abbey years ago and found it a strangely creepy place with a hostile atmosphere. I didn't mention this to anyone.
A couple of years later, I was watching a TV show about the paranormal, and a man described feeling the same way I had at Theford Abbey and seeing a shadowy figure walk into a wall.
I was just mentioning this weird coincidence to my companion when my glass of wine, which was on a perfectly flat, stable surface, just tipped over.

I've told this before on MN so yiunmay have readnut before. My mums mum (my grandmother) died in the early 1980's when I was about 8. At the funeral there was a huge storm and our house got hit by lightening. It didn't cause much damage and my mum always said it was nanny saying goodbye. She said when she died (my mum) she's Make it thunder and lightening too to say goodbye, made jokes about not striking my house lol 😆 ! She literally said that 40-50
Times over the following years, always a bit obsessed by death and her death anyway. So she died on 28 June 2012. It was the day of a supercell storm over the U.K. and had my newborn in my arms telling him it was his nanny saying goodbye - I'm convinced it was her

Loving these stories. Thanks to all who have shared so far!

Doh! I didn't proof read my message

I have a few random things which have happened to me.

First one was walking home from school as a teenager, we used to stop in a swing park to hang out. One time when we were there I heard a voice which said something along the lines of, "I'm Jal, I was sick a long time ago and died." No-one else heard it but the area used to be a burial ground for a hospital.

A few years later I was in my house (in the same general area as the park). I would have been around 19 years old and a friend had recently passed away after being ill. It had been my second friend to die in the couple of years leading up to this and both had hit me really hard. I was lying on my bed and just crying because I missed them. I then felt pressure on my wrist, as if someone was grabbing it, and in my ear was a harsh whisper which sounded either like "Dorkus" or "Don't cry" with my name after.

Many years later, shortly after meeting my now-DH, I had stayed over at his place which he had inherited from his parents, but he had to go to work early, so he left me sleeping in the bed. A couple of hours later I was woken by the feeling of someone sitting on the end of the bed, despite the fact I was the only person there and he had locked the front door when he left. He later told me his mum used to like to sit on the end of the bed and she had passed away in that room a few years before.

I later moved in with him and regularly smelled burning in our hallway, I panic about house fires so would always make sure to check all the appliances and sockets but never found a source. I even panicked that I was having a stroke because someone had told me that smelling burnt toast was one symptom of that. DH then told me that years before his mum had died in our bedroom, someone else had died in that room in a house fire. I still smell the burning at random times.

Despite these things, DH always thought I was imagining it all, or I was overreacting (maybe the burning smell was from outside, even when I'd never noticed anything out there etc.) Then we went on holiday to York and walked into the Golden Fleece pub which is meant to be very haunted (but tbh where isn't in York?) There are two sections to the pub, an area at the front, and then along a corridor area, a bar at the back. We walked in and the front area was closed and a barman in the corridor area told us to head through to the back. We ordered our drinks from the barmaid at the rear bar and sat down at a table. I was joking with DH about the wall we were beside being so cold and that's probably what made most people think they felt a ghostly presence there and he said we should ask the barmaid about it. I told him she was busy serving others when he said, "No, the one cleaning the tables at the front when we walked in." There hadn't been anyone in the front area at all as we walked in, but he was adamant there had been someone there in black clothing (all the staff seemed to be wearing black trousers and shirts) with black hair tied back, walking in the direction of the door between the tables as we walked in. We actually tried to recreate it going in and out in case he'd seen a reflection but didn't manage it at all and when he asked at the bar he was told there wasn't any other staff on that night, just the ones we had spoken to already.