AIBU - to want to know your spooky stories

[LouH1981]

So, similar to a fellow mumsnetter, I too am laid up in bed, I have an infection post partum so feeling a bit rubbish and would really love to hear about the spookiest unexplained things that have happened to you.
I’m always fascinated by this especially from people who are skeptics and something has genuinely taken them aback.

I’ll start...just moved in to our new (to us) house (about 100 years old) and DS was about 6 weeks old. Middle of the night and I was changing him in the spare room on a changing table. Heard a voice ask if I was alright. I’d left DH deep asleep in our room and although it didn’t sound like his voice I assumed it was him and answered ‘yes fine’. Returned seconds later expecting him to be awake but he was still asleep.
A few weeks later, my mum mentioned while our shopping that she thought our house was a bit spooky. And when I asked why, she said that while she was trying to get to sleep in the other spare room she heard a voice gently ask her if she was alright. She said she just hid under the duvet!
Freaked me out but has never happened again...

At the risk of being outing, I’ve always worked in historic houses and museums. Someone way earlier said about spirits being attached to buildings, I’ve also wondered about being attached to objects.
In my first job, I worked for a stately home open to the public and in January (the closed season time) was asked by my manager to do some shredding. Our large shredder was in the main house (our office was in a building next to it) and the only other worker in the house was the security person who was by the entrance and could see the cctv. It was odd being in the area of the house which was normally full of staff and no one was there but I sat down and started shredding. The security guy walked around every so often to say hello and bring me a cup of tea.
As I was shredding I saw someone walk into the corridor where I was out of the corner of my eye and I didn’t look up as I thought it was the security guy. I just said hello, I’d love another drink if you’re making and I only looked up when there was no reply.
No one was there. I was a bit unnerved and walked back to the room where he would be and he was just sat there, having clearly not just been walking around! I told him what had happened and we looked back on the cctv. At the time when I thought I saw someone a shadow/misty shape flutters across the screen just before I start speaking.
I went back and my manager sent someone else to finish the shredding!

I spent my very early years in a Victorian terrace house, we moved when I was around four years old but I do have memories of it.

One of my most vivid is of an oil painting hanging up in the kitchen (like a lot of Victorian terrace houses the bathroom was on the ground floor and you got to it by going through the kitchen), but I digress... The oil painting was of a man wearing what I now think was an old fashioned military uniform and he had a great big handlebar moustache.
I have a distinct memory of the painting's eyes following you as you crossed the room. I didn't like to go to the bathroom because of it, but it didn't really elicit feelings of fear, but more strangely, of sadness.

Of course in later years I've asked my parents about it and they swear blind we never had a painting in the kitchen of that house. And thinking logically why would you have a painting in the kitchen?

I wonder if I was seeing the ghost of an old soldier and my toddler mind saw it as a painting.

I have a few. My husband is not overly convinced by the paranormal but he agrees with me on these. I am a bit more sensitive than him and have experienced a bit more!

When we first met in my early 20s I was living with my parents, and had a bedroom in the eves, with a spare room across from me. I used to get a bad feeling walking past the spare room, never really went in because of it. I used to wake at night randomly in my room with a bad, suffocating feeling - sometimes it came from the doorway but sometimes I saw a black shape in the top corner of the room. I told my husband about this - he initially dismissed it but after he moved in we would wake up within 30 secs - 1 min of each other with the same feeling. One time I woke up and told him I saw scared - he reassured me and said ‘it’s okay, it’s not evil’. When we moved out he admitted whatever it was did not want us there but didn’t tell me as I would’ve freaked out!

Another time - we went looking for wedding venues/ church’s in Suffolk. We found a lovely barn with a church nearby in the middle of a village. We went in I immediately wanted to run and leave. The feeling was so awful and sinister for such a benign church. We stayed for 1min and I looked at my husband and said ‘let’s go’. We both hurried out and then full out ran at the same time to our car when we got outside. We still talk about that now 7yrs later it was disturbing.

My ILs house is v old, added areas over the years. I went downstairs to the toilet in the middle of the night and heard a child singing a song. Odd, but not scary. Told Husband about it who says I’m the 3rd person to tell about it. I don’t know the other people who have heard it. My ILs also have a ghost they call the grey lady. Everyone has seen her, she sits in the front bay of the living room in a grey dress, harmless.

Finally, at ILs was putting a cuppa on at the aga and heard footsteps into the kitchen, quite quick. I turned around and said ‘do you want a drink?’ But there was no one there. I got a bit scared and walked out of the kitchen and walked through a definite cold spot about 1.5m in front of me. Urgh!

Sorry that turned into quite a long post!

Oh also - my grandad has a woo experience as a child. His mother had a big house in York that was used as a intermediate care house/hospital bed between hospital and home for soldiers injured in the 2nd world war.

One soldier he got friendly with died. My grandad was upset and his mum gave him his hat to keep. Mans hat was on top of my grandads wardrobe. My grandad woke one night to see the man at the end of his bed. He was scared but the man said ‘it’s okay ***, I’ve just come to get my hat’. He went back to sleep and the morning the hat was gone - they never found it.

Many years ago when my nan was seriously ill in hospital, we used to sit in the living room at my mum and dad's after the nightly hospital visits and try and make sense of the horrible situation. Our very placid cat that week would, at these times, stare intently at the corner of the ceiling in the living room. Every night.
The night nan died the cat jumped on top or the wardrobes in my bedroom after I'd gone to bed and stalked the corner of the ceiling. She had never done anything like this before and never did again.
I hope it was nan saying goodnight.

Creepy af bings

Apologies if this is a repeat one. Happened years ago. I was doing a storytelling evening at Halloween, at a venue that had been the site of an old (c18) manor house.
I made up a ridiculous story about the daughter of the household trying to run away with a stable-hand, and meeting with a fatal accident.
After the stories we went outside to take a guided walk. I received a distinct clip around the ear.
Nobody standing anywhere near me, and nothing above to drop on me.
Guess I should have changed the names for my story rather than use the family who had once lived on site.
Someone suggested that it was a muscular twitch, but that feeling has only ever happened on that one occasion.

@LittleSweet I have a black cat ghost too, who I see a day or 2 before a pet dies. I’m hoping I don’t see him again for a long while.

PriscillaTheHun

I'm a total non believer but this experience freaked me out. I've posted this story before so some of you may recognise it.

A couple of years ago we stayed in a 200 year old cottage in the Yorkshire Dales. It was very remote in a beautiful part of the country.

As soon as I walked in, it felt freezing cold even though it was a warm sunny day and the hairs went up on the back of my neck. My DH and DD didn’t feel anything.

We got the heating on, thinking that was why it was cold.

We went upstairs and I had the feeling someone was there. I didn’t feel comfortable letting DD sleep on her own (she was 6 at the time) so she slept in the double bed with me and DH went in the twin room at the end of the corridor.

That night, I was upstairs putting DD to bed when I heard a huge bang and my DH cry out downstairs. I went down and he said the back door had flung open with the same force as if someone had kicked it open! We went outside and there wasn’t a breath of wind and all was still. From then on, we kept the back door locked.

That night I went up to bed and felt a horrible uneasy feeling. I got in bed with DD and finally went to sleep. A couple of hours later, I was awoken to a huge bang on the bedroom window like someone was hammering on it! DD is a heavy sleeper and stayed asleep. After that I turned the landing light on and left the door open so it was very light in the room.

The next morning, I told DH and he said it was probably a tree branch banging on the window. So we went outside but there were no trees nearby.

The next evening DD was in bed and DH and I were in the lounge and we both heard “Help me” screamed outside. We went out and looked around but couldn’t see or hear anything. So we assumed it was someone messing about.

The next day we went out and about half a mile from the cottage (a quiet single track road) there was HELP ME! written in red paint on the road!

We were totally freaked out thinking we’d stumbled into Wicker Man territory and I wanted to go home. But we were only on day 3 of a 7 day holiday. We would’ve booked into a hotel but couldn’t find one at short notice that would take dogs (our dog was with us) so we talked ourselves into staying.

From then on, I kept getting a horrible feeling we were being watched. The hairs would go up on the back of my neck and I felt very uneasy. I stuck it out one more day then told DH I couldn’t take it any more and that I wanted to go home. I thought he would moan but he looked so relieved and we’ve never packed up and left a place quicker than we left there!

I was always a non believer about these things and thought it was people’s imagination but I felt something in that house that I’ve never experienced before or since.

This reminds me of the film The strangers! Are you sure it was a bunch of weirdos messing in a sick way? Either way Its creepy

I was with an ex one day and we were talking about 'woo' things and this white odourless smoke gently wafted across the floor in his bedroom where we were sat. Never seen before or after. It twisted and turned and then dispersed. We both looked at each other and it was a real WTF moment!

Another one, I was with DH painting the upstairs and my mobile, which was on the window sill, started ringing. The name flashed up as DH's. He was with me with a paint brush in his hand, up a ladder, and his phone was downstairs. That one was freaky too.

The last thing, is that when I'm having a really deep conversation with somebody, or watching a talk about faith or theology, I sometimes see this fuzzy electricity around the person's head and face, like a white light or static. It sometimes starts to cover their face and they turn see through in parts. It is very very weird. I wondered info was seeing auru's of some type? Has anyone else had any of these experiences?

I have posted this before but it still freaks me out several years later. Adverts would come on Channel 4 for the Scream movie ( I think it was the first one) & at exactly the same point every time, my tv would switch itself off! It didn’t do it for anything else. Needless to say, I didn’t watch that film!

Where do I start! Well when I was a child i remember living in a Very old Victorian conversation it was huge and very creepy. It had such “bad energy/vibes” it was just so dark no matter how much light came in. Things started up quickly I had very long hair that I always braided and every time I woke up my hair would be unbraided and fanned out on my pillow with my hair tie sitting right next to the pillow, I also remember seeing an old lady in a Victorian dress knitting in our living room and I think the most terrifying experience was one day I’d woken up to use the toilet the minuet I opened my room door I could see straight into the living room and there was a man and a woman sitting on the couch! He had his arms around her and they were “cuddling” I was in absolute shock, I just stared at them until I felt the urge to wee and decided to brave it to the toilet as I was passing the living room he looked up at me and smiled the most terrifying smile I’ve ever seen from ear to ear and laughed menacingly at me, From that day on I started wetting myself, I refused to use the toilet at night! Another thing there would be a lady standing by my bed in my mothers night dress so I naturally assumed it was her got up to hug her and my hand went through her mid section after that I slept every night with the covers over my head as I could feel her standing there staring at me all night. My parents never believed me until my mother was washing dishes in the kitchen one day and had someone cough into her ear and then had the toilet flush right after, Shortly after that we moved thankfully.

I missed this thread back in Jan, thanks for resurrecting it!

Not spooky but I was madly in love with a guy who had moved away and we were entangled in a long distance mess (not together but in constant contact). I was doing a very intense course, on antibiotics for a cold and trying to study when he messaged me again. My grandad had died 2 months previously - we were very close and I would visit him every Saturday stopping off at the off licence to get him a naggin of his favourite Teelings whiskey. That day I was so fed up I said out loud ‘grandad if you’re listening can you just help me meet someone and sort this mess out’.

I was sick and tired but had to put on a dress that eve and go to my best friends engagement party. 30 mins in I got chatting to a random guy and it was love at first sight. I wasn’t looking for it as I was so exhausted. When he told me his surname it was my grandads favourite drink. I’m now Mrs Teeling!

My grandma passed away 4 weeks ago. She lived at home with my mum and dad and was able to stay at home until the end. In her last few days, she would be quite restless through the night and call out for my mum. One night my mum went in to her around 3am and she asked my mum to lie down on the bed with her. She then asked if my mum could see the man on the ceiling, which obviously my mum couldn't. She described him as small with black hair and said 'ooh, he is a cheeky monkey!' She then recited a poem from start to finish called The Pedlars Caravan which is about a traveller 'I wish I lived in a caravan, with a horse to drive, like a pedlar man...' it's a 5 verse poem so quite long and she recited it perfectly from start to finish (this is at a time when she was quite confused and couldn't really hold a sane conversation with her) and she said she had learnt the poem at school when she was 6. It wasn't until after she'd passed that I made the connection that her maiden name was Smith and she had Romany gypsy ancestry, and I wonder if it was one of her ancestors coming to get her to take her to the other side... I find it a really comforting thought.

This one was told to me by a guy I know, a very down to earth type.

He's a trades person and many years ago started work on a house, the occupiers were a couple, if I remember correctly one was a police officer and the other a teacher. The were leaving him in the house on his own whilst they went to work and on the first day said to him "You will hear noises in the house even though you'll be the only one here, don't worry, it happens all the time." They also left their dog in the house with instruction to make sure the dog didn't get out.

Whilst working he began to hear noises from upstairs, he said it sounded like a marble was being rolled across the floor, then footsteps as though walking to get the marble, walking back, sitting down and then the marble rolling again. After this happened a few times he decided to go upstairs and have a look however there was no one there and nothing which could be causing this noise.

This went on for a while and he began to become more afraid and decided to go into the garden. As soon as he opened the door the dog shot out and ran off. He searched the garden but couldn't find the dog. He didn't want to go back into the house and decided to leave and would let the owner know the dog had escaped. He got into his car, drove up to the gates, got out of the car and bent down to unlock the bolt of the shut gate. Something caught his eye and he turned to look and at the side of his face was a floating head. No other body, just the head. He ran back to his car and drove off absolutely terrified.

Once he'd calmed down he called the owner to explain what had happened and to let them know he wouldn't be going back. The owner told him next time he was in the library (this was before the Internet) to look for a book about the history of the village and that would explain some of what had happened. He went to the library and found the book, it turned out around the war time (can't remember which one) there had been a motorbike accident where the rider had crashed into the gate post of the house and his female passenger was decapitated.

He said the house had a really odd back story. It was very old and a man had built two houses, one for each of his daughters, parallel to each other but some distance apart and not facing because the daughters didn't speak to each other.

It really gave me the creeps when he told me!

I don't believe in the paranormal but have two stories.

Years ago as a teenager I was alone at home in the living room. I heard a sound at the kitchen door and turned to see the door handle of the closed door moving. It went down and then up. It was the latter that spooked me. I thought it could have been the cat, though she had never done this, and how can they push it up? and furthermore was sitting next to me. I went to the door and opened it. Nothing there. I left the house immediately.

The second is cat-related, too. I was alone at home packing up the house to move overseas. The cat had already been crated up and sent ahead a couple of days before. I was in the kitchen, and distinctly saw the cat out of the corner of my eye, whole and complete, though momentarily. I was astonished, though not for a moment did I think it was real or a ghost.

I put this down to the fact that I was always the one who let him into the kitchen and fed him in the morning, and my brain had handily produced the hallucination. I also think that this is what happens when we see a loved one after death. We want to, and it is comforting.

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