To think my newbuild is haunted?

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Outing so have namechanged.

I live on a smallish council estate which 5 years ago was extended with a development of 15 new council houses. I moved 2 months ago as I houseswapped with an old couple and their adult son who needed a first floor flat. I was delighted to swap as it was 3 bedrooms so both my DC (DD 3 and DS 15 months) had their own bedroom and it was on the nicer end of council estates. The reason the past owners are relevant is because I want to clarify that nobody has died in the house.

About 1 month after moving in, we began experiencing a few weird things that have been escalating. It started with little things, like hearing noises downstairs when everyone was in bed and DD's toys randomly going off in the night. After changing DS one night (after opening a new bumper box of nappies) the box fell off the changing table and nappies were all over the floor. It was the early hours and I couln't be bothered pick them up so put DS back in his cot deciding to clear it up in the morning. The next morning I went back in and the nappies were all in the corner of the room. DP thought I was being silly as it's a tiny box room so there was nowhere for them to have moved to, but I remember them in front of the changing table which is in the centre of the room.

It was then quiet for awhile until things picked up again 2 weeks ago. Our dog has been very frightened and is starting into space and barking at the walls. DD keeps coming into our bedroom in the night saying someone is whispering her name. Our usually calm good as gold DS keeps waking up in the night in hysterics and we've had to move his cot into our room. DP's older daughter (14 from a previous relationship) came to stay for the first time last week and shared with my DD. The next morning she said she'd felt a strange presence in the room, but we hadn't told her of our experience. DP was still always skeptical until what happened last night.

Me and DP are in bed cuddling poorly DS and DD was asleep in her room and we heard our dog bark and then a loud bang. Come downstairs to find the cast iron table has moved half way across the living room! And the floor is fluffy carpet so impossible for our lab to have moved it. And a few hours later a door slammed. DP admits that has made him question things. I was utterly bewildered, especially with it being a newbuild so contacted the previous tenants (with it being homeswap we still talk occasionally) to ask if they had experienced anything to which they were insistent they hadn't.

I've been doing my research on the area. It's used to be a quaint
countryside village but a lot of the old cottages, pubs and the post office etc were demolished after the war to build a city overspill estate to get people out of the inner city slums. A few other nearby estates have the same origins. The village still has a few old feautures such as a church and even some old stocks (where people used to have their hands locked in while others threw things at them for punishments) near a playing field! I think our house must be built on top of what used to be a cottage or perhaps people were buried here? Though why didn't they bother the previous tenants?

Eek! Someone tell me I'm going mad.

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Regarding stories of PP's being visited by loved ones after death - that's actually so lovely. One set of my grandparents died before my birth and the other set had 9 kids and 13 grandchildren between them by the time they both died (a year apart) so don't think anyone got an individual visit

Though the 2nd set did die at the exact same time 11 months apart. 12.34 am in the same hospital. We think grandma was waiting on her deathbed for grandad to come and get her before she went up and that grandad was only "allowed" to come and get her at that specific time.

There is definitely more to this world than meets the eye. Far too much stuff happens for it all to be BS/a mistake/wishful thinking.

soberfabulous Oh thank goodness someone else has had it in a new build as well. Have been looking online and found nothing whatsoever. Can only think lots of old settlements are being demolished to build new houses and it's upsetting the spirits?

Even though your house is new, there may be some history with the land it's built on. I worked in a very new office block that had been built on land cleared of very old industrial buildings and there were some very odd goings on there.

Whatever it is, it is causing upset to your dog and children so I would get someone in to clear the house of whatever "presence" is there.

Interesting though! Maybe ask around the village's long time residents or a local historian to see if there are any stories that might explain it.

Poltergeist. 😂 Are you sure it's not the tooth fairy?

My sister has this in her new build but I believe it's something that is attached to her rather than her home

coffeeaddiction Oh fuck

If I was a poltergeist, I think I would have better things to do with my free time than moving cast iron tables in newbuilds.

Following out of interest, I live on a new build estate which is an ex WW2 RAF training centre and runway. Loads of stories of ghosts and it has its own Facebook page just for that. Not seen or heard anything myself.

I don’t believe in any of this but when I was a teenager I was right into it all.

The theory nowadays about poltergeist activity, is that it’s not an actual dead person but energy subconsciously caused by the emotions and stress of member(s) of the household.

My house growing up was like this. New build on old farming land. The house always had weird energy and we always felt weighed down by it, if that makes sense. I used to hear people talking.

One year we went away for family reasons, we were gone quite a while. When we came back the house felt different, bright and light. All the weird stuff stopped. I think it was something to do with us and what we were going through, and the change in us on returning.

The noises could be due to the house “settling”. New build houses do this.

There’s some woods near me that are really creepy. BUt only one section that creeps me out. It has done for years.

I found out recently it was used for hanging people.

I lived in on a new build estate and the people opposite had to get the CofE Deliverance vicar in. The previous peopl, who lives in it from new, had been mucking about with ouija boards. They suddenly left the country and sold the house and the new neighbours had all sorts of poltergeist activity going on, ie they had two rows of ornaments and the back row ornaments fell onto the floor.

It's not a ghost as they don't exist 😬😀

Didn't we have a thread like this once and there was someone living in the shared loft space?

I've told this tale before but will tell it again.

Not a new build. Probably a 1940s block of purpose built flats. Shared it with a guy from work. Poorly platonic and we had very separate bedrooms.

One night friends came round and we went out for for dinner. Flat mate away with work. Came back and the sticky to close kitchen door was shut and the kitchen was icy cold. That night I had my one and only night terror dream. It was horrible and my two friends were in it and I couldn't save them. Woke and couldn't move.

The furniture in my room was old, heavily carved ornate stuff. Obviously expensive and I often wondered why it was left in there. There was a dressing table in an odd spot, so I moved it to under the window. Felt like it was back where it should be. Rooted around in the huge hallway cupboard one day and found the mirror to that went with the dressing table. All wrapped up and shoved to the back. Thought that'll be nice back where it should be so dragged it out and wobbled off to reunite it with its table bit. Now bear in mind this was a warm, sunny, cloudless day. I put the mirror on the table and the room went dark and cold, as though a thunder cloud had crossed the sun, but i could still see the sun and blue sky outside, it was just inside that it had all changed. I whipped the mirror off, wrapped it up again and shoved it back in its cupboard.

There was a Chesterfield type sofa in the sittingroom. Hardly ever used the room as just felt uncomfortable and like I was being watched. One day I chanced it and was reading a book in there sat on the sofa. Lost in a book when the hairs on the back of my neck stood up, the door moved a bit and the air cooled. I'd had enough at that point. Stood up and shouted at whatever it was to f'off and leave me alone as it wasn't welcome. After that things were much calmer, though I never tried the mirror again.

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We live in a house by a river that dates back to 1560. The young son of a previous owner drowned by the house in the river in the ‘50s. When we moved in, I asked both the CofE vicar and Catholic priest to come and bless the house.
We have a toddler and expecting another; I’ve always felt superstitious about what’s happened before.

Gotta be something weird! I truly believe that some people cannot move on once they die. No advice sorry.

My work place is haunted. Little girl, ive heard her laughing but not seen her. Others have seen her and felt her presence.

My previous work place was too according to older colleagues. It was a 1970’s building which replaced and old hall. Lots of haunting places in that town so I believed them.

Will get DP to check the loft this evening. Doubt anything is up there though as it's dinky.

I'm not given to believing in ghosts - generally I think that there's usually a all-to-earthly explanation, but if not, it's probably time to have a chat with your local vicar. An exorcism isn't as terrifying as it sounds.

Having said that, my story is going to sound absolutely bonkers, but bear with me.

I grew up around horses and we live in a converted stableyard. In our sitting room, on several occasions, I've felt breath on my neck like a horse nuzzling, and nudge to the shoulder, just like when a pony wants to remind you that they're waiting for their polo mint.

DH and DS haven't felt this but I wonder if that's because neither of them are horsy people and so my ghost pony doesn't bother them? I've only come across the pony in the parts of the building that were stables. Our kitchen used to be a tack room and a feed store, and I've never felt him in there.

I've called him Archie, after the man who built the house and stables, and he's quite a friendly presence. I tell myself I've always wanted horses again and now I have one. Just not in the way I expected.

It sounds terrifying OP....especially when the cast iron unit was moved 😱

I live in a new build and for the first 6 months there my 7 year old dd kept asking me why I was whispering her name over and over when she was in her room.

I told her it must be the tv and then when she was at school I went into her room and just said ' you are scaring her, leave her alone'. And touch wood there has been nothing since.

The house I grew up in was a late 60’s council house. It felt strange, the whole street had creepy things happen. I’ll maybe post the full lot once I get time. Turns out someone hung themselves in our house before we moved in in the early 80’z

Jeezo people, there is no such thing as ghosts and poltergeists. FFS.

@donkeyhohtay maybe there are? We might never know.

Our house was part of the 60’s/70’s council house boom and was probably about 15 years old when we moved in when I was 3. It never felt nice, I always felt watched, things would disappear and turn up in odd places, there was a massive dark mark on the ceiling of my mum and dads room they always came through the paint and wasn’t damp. I hated going upstairs alone and sometimes thought I heard people talking. The dog used to bark and growl at thin air.

Once we had got a new car and in the 80’s that was exciting. Our friend said ‘show me it’ so we walked up to wherever was parked (there was a car park separate to the houses). As we were standing there a noise like awful gutters growling can from the car next to it. From the boot! That car was owned by a strange family, my brother, friend and I just looked at each other and bolted home.

The friend mentioned above was a few years older than me. His mum had a third baby when he was in secondary school and was a single mum. She often worked evenings and weekends and he would look after his young brother. One night he turned up on our doorstep with his little brother wrapped in a blanket and was as white as a sheet. He asked my mum if he could stay till his mum got back. He told us he was downstairs and had heard footsteps overhead and thought his little brother had got up so he shouted up ‘get back to bed!’and it went quiet, the he heard them again so he went upstairs saying ‘you better get back to bed!’ His little brother was sound asleep and hadn’t moved. Feeling shot spooked and telling himself it was nothing he went downstairs again, the footsteps overhead started again and walked the full length of the house and then through to the house next door. So he grabbed his little brother and bolted. His neighbour also heard the footsteps as they went from his house straight through the adjoining wall to hers.

Several years later I researched the area, there is a ruined abbey nearby and they cleared a medieval graveyard to build our houses! The previous tenant also hung herself, her teenage son found her when he came home from school.