Haunted house

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My mum told me about the house her and my dad lived in before I was born. It had a high wooden balcony overlooking the hallway and an abandoned nursery on the second floor.

She said both her and dad were creeped out by the place - they were renting at the time. She said three times she saw the figure of a woman wearing a black cowl, above her on the balcony, with a pale face peering over the railings. Each time she saw her, the woman moved closer and closer, from the balcony (first time,) to the landing (second time) and then the third time she was standing on the stairwell, coming down the stairs.

The nursery had old wallpaper and was always freezing cold. Neither of them would go in there - it had a bad feel apparently.

My dad interrupted the story at this point and said that he would purposefully wait after finishing work (he was a teacher at a local college) until he knew mum would be going home so they could go to the house together. He said he would always try never to be there on his own. He's not the kind of person to believe in supernatural things and he's definitely not easily spooked. I've never heard him say anything like this before.

They moved not soon after mum saw the woman with the pale face for the third time coming down the stairs. She said she couldn't sleep there anymore.

Have you ever been in a haunted house or experienced anything strange? What's the creepiest thing that's happened to you?

Generally I'm a skeptic but I have been very interested in this kinda thing recently! My grandad died this year. First time I've lost anyone close to me. I haven't really had any signs but been a few odd things (but things that probably also have a reasonable explanation). My gran has felt his presence but she has always been a non believer.. so I'm unsure whether she is or whether her mind is in overdrive. But if it gives her comfort that's great!

The only thing that stands out to me and I'm still not sure if I was over tired or imagining it 🤣 but I used to live in a really old flat. I was bathing my son and out the corner of my eye I thought I seen someone walk across my hallway!! At the time I just shrugged it off. My door was locked there was no one in my flat (single mum). I am a wimp and I think the more you think about something you start imagining all sorts of things. But yeah I've never forgot it and it was about 8 years ago . Weirdly looked exactly like my ex (sons dad). His dad died years before and the family had an historical link to the building I lived in so who knows. They looked very alike too. It was bizarre but I was also having a lot of trouble with my ex turning up at my door drunk so it could have been paranoia too!! 🤷‍♀️ wasn't overly scary or threatening just weird.

I posted this on The unexplained thread the other day so will repost here. Would also add that I've never felt an atmosphere like in the flat described below. Always felt like I wasn't alone there and there was something watching me.
My best friend and I lived in a flat that was haunted in the 90s. It was a ground floor flat in a victorian house.
As soon as we moved in we both felt that the atmosphere was oppressive and heavy - it was very cold even when warm outside, lights would be on when we came in even though we had turned them off, things would fall off the wall / move without us being able to explain it, footsteps in the corridor at night. I was scared of sleeping there alone and would have to drink a bottle of wine to put myself to sleep if my flatmate was away. One of our friends had had a lot of woo experiences and commented straight away on how oppressive it felt when she visited, even though we hadn't told her anything.
Also off the corridor that led to the kitchen there was a door leading down to the basement which was huge, as big as the flat - really dark flight of stairs and then this huge basement. We always used to keep the door to the basement locked as it freaked us out so much. My flatmate also felt someone stroking her shoulder and tucking her in - which she said was not scary, even though the atmosphere in the flat felt threatening and malevolent - even writing about it 25 years later gives me chills! We were quite friendly with the landlady who lived in a house across the road and we asked her if the flat was haunted and she said definitely - apparently an old lady lived in there and died in front of the front door, which the police had to break open after the neighbours became concerned they hadn't seen her, and her body was blocking the door.
Then one day we came home from uni and both went into our separate rooms - my friend came to get me 2 mins later and there was wet ink splodges all over her room - on her curtains, walls, records etc - as if you'd shaken a fountain pen all over, it was still wet and make ink stains on our hands when we touched it. We didn't have a blue fountain pen in the house so to this day have no idea how the ink got there.
We then got broken into for the second time and just felt unsafe and scared in the house all the time so moved out (even the police commented on how cold the flat was when they came round).
The strangest thing in all this is that during this whole time, our landlady was involved in a very bitter divorce with her ex, who had a new partner. He wanted her to sell the house she lived in which they owned jointly and move back into our flat (which was hers) with her children and she wouldn't. The ex had a new partner who was a witch and practised black magic, and we've wondered if she has somehow cursed the flat - we still speak about it to this day as it was one of their weirdest experiences of our lives. My friend is very sensible and non-woo (unlike me) but even she was totally spooked and to this day can't explain any of it.

I stayed on a farm in Devon when I was 10. I remember sleeping in a dormitory room with my brother and another boy. I was awake when the other two were asleep and I saw a lady dressed in white dancing round and round and gradually she got closer and closer to me until I pulled the covers over my head in fear

I have never experienced anything but the fact that so many people do believe is certainly food for thought.

My best friend believes his grandparents' house is inhabited by a full-on poltergeist and I can tell by how scared he is when telling the stories that he isn't making it up. His no-nonsense grandfather is now a believer after living in the house. They've come home to chairs pulled out from under the table, had electronics cut off whilst using them too many times to be coincidence, objects tossed around the house, footsteps, all sorts. When renovating the house they left the plans out on the table and went out- they were fully willing to abandon the renovation if the ghosties sent a message of disapproval!

My story is a little less frightening than some. I had recently moved into a new house, it was owned by a couple and I was their lodger. The door between the living room and dining room was frosted glass.

One day I was the only person home and was reading in the living room. Out of the corner of my eye I saw movement in the dining room. Looking up there was very clearly the shape of a black cat walking towards the frosted door. We didn't have a cat so I assumed it was a neighbour's cat that had got in through a window.

I went to collect it to lead it outside, but there was nothing there. I went through every room in the house and saw nothing. None of the windows were open and there was no way a cat could have got in or out.

By coincidence a year or so later the couple I was lodging with did indeed buy a black cat, so perhaps it was me seeing into the future!

We've been in our current house for 5 years now. It has a renovated attic space that we don't use as a room because the stairs leading up to it are too steep.

I've always joked to DP that I had the sensation that one day I'd look up the steep stairs and see an old lady at the top, looking down at me. I can kinda visualise her, but I try not to!

Since I had my DD we've had a range of quite minor experiences. Seeing things move out of the corner of your eye. Things disappearing and then appearing again in places we know we've already looked for them.

Twice now I've had the sensation of someone stroking me. Once along my calves, and once along my bum. When the bum incident occurred it was so obvious I genuinely thought my DP must be in the room and had done it! But he came home from work 10 minutes later. DD was in another room the whole time.

The most recent one was that I was sitting in the living room and watched a butter knife fly off the chopping board and across the kitchen floor. Honestly, I know that sounds ridiculous but it did.

Thieves never been a bad feeling here though. I did live somewhere like that and it was awful; oppressive and scary. I moved out in the end.

Not a haunted house but a haunted badge.

A friend at the time has just moved into a new house she used to hear footsteps running up and down the stairs all night.
She is adamant that one night her brother who still lived with their parents burst into her room drunk at about 3 in the morning and just said “Alright Jen” (not her real name) and just burst out laughing and walked out. She was too tired to give a shit at the time, though. Also her boyfriend saw the ghost of a little boy standing behind him in the mirror.

I was on a family holiday once (teenager) staying in a little Spanish villa. While there I had really creepy feelings at night, I'd start imagining really frightening things without wanting to, I don't know where the ideas came from.

As soon as we landed back at our home airport, my mum took me aside and asked if I'd had any wierd feelings about the villa. I explained and she said she had had bad experiences too, especially one night when she'd woken and felt the air moving by as if someone had walked past the bed, and felt a presence in the room. She hadn't said anything to me while we were there because she didn't want to put ideas in my head and ruin the holiday for me.

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The first house we lived in as a family, I swear there was something/someone there. It was a lovely little house, and I got no bad vibes from it so if anything was there, I’m sure it was harmless.
First time I ‘saw’ something I was cooking dinner. Just me and dd at home but oh was due back from work soon. I had my back to the kitchen door and out of the corner of my eye it seemed as though a person had just walked into the room, I could see their outline/feel them behind me. Assuming it was oh back from work I said “oh hi, have you had a good day?”, turned around and no one was there. Oh came home a while later.

Second time I was in the bath with dd. I, again, had my back to the door. I was washing my face when dd asks me “who’s that man in the kitchen?” (downstairs bathroom which joined onto the kitchen). No one should’ve been in the house so I jumped out, soap in my eyes etc, to check but nothing was there.

Third time when my ds was a baby. Both dd and ds were being put to bed. Ds was such a good baby, would just go in his cot and fall to sleep. Dd, although older, was a bit fussier. So I was settling dd and I heard ds start fussing a little. Not sure if oh was in with him still or not I started to get up out of dd’s bed when I heard somebody in ds room make a “shhh” sound. In a soothing way. Ds stopped fussing immediately so I stayed in with dd. Eventually went downstairs and said to oh “was ds ok, I heard him start to fuss”. Oh turns and says “I didn’t go in his room, I didn’t hear him”. That one freaked me out. I had to tell myself if it was somebody/something in the house they had comforted him obviously, as he had settled down straight away. Made my belly go funny though!!

Not seen or felt any ghostly presence myself but the cat used to suddenly sit upright and stare at the living room door. I used to call her name and stroke her but she wouldnt budge and would just sit staring for ages. It used to really freak me out.

When I was a child I lived in a very old cottage. Our dog used to sleep on the end of my bed and several times in the night she woke me up by staring pointedly at the corner of the room and growling. Used to freak me right out. There were other things in the house too - hearing noises in the night like the dishwasher being stacked, but no one there to do it. A constant feeling of being watched. Even now, years after my parents have moved out, I have a recurring nightmare about one of the bedrooms there being haunted.

I've had a few experiences. I have a lot of siblings. They never experienced anything and neither did my parents. They laugh at me and tell me to get a grip!
When I was around 9 mostly.. bunk beds full on moved out with me on it.
Snuck down to play with the new puppy she kept running to the corner and cowering, next thing the kitchen chair flew out. When I was a little older a dumbbell went flying off the side across the room
Also theres times when 'she' is being playful and turning the tv switches off as I was watching tv.
Other times when I could hear her walking around the bed, as in trying to scare me for some reason. Breathing heavily by my ear.
Reason i say she is because I've had times when I saw her walking around my bed. But when morning come I never knew if it was a dream.
My ex and his family also used to laugh x until I started staying over there and stuff started to happen. My ex MIL saw stuff moving, banging, one night she swears she could hear me shouting her come out on to the landing and I wasn't there.
They eventually said whatever it is its following me.
Although since having my baby 12 months ago she hasnt been around.

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Fortunately I’ve had nothing at all like a haunted house! But once when ds was about four we were playing in our lounge. He was right beside me and we both heard the ring of a bell - like the old fashioned little dinner bells. We had nothing like that in our house - tv wasn’t on and it was winter, no windows opened. It was like ring a ling a ling! I went upstairs because the cat was there but her toys didn’t have that kind of ring sound either, and she was asleep anyway. I have no idea what it was, it definitely came from the room we were in.

My mil grew up in a ‘haunted’ house along with her 10 brothers and sisters. They all said weird things happened there but their mum insisted it couldn’t be anyone ‘bad’ because only family ever lived there...but she wasn’t thinking of the land before their family.

When I was pregnant with ds I was afraid to look at the ultrasound because I had lost a baby. When the nurse questioned me I felt the presence of my mum who had died a year before. It wasn’t creepy, it wasn’t like I saw her or anything, I just felt a calming presence and when I looked at the screen I saw ds and his heart beating.

Oh and six years before I ever even met dh, I had a dream I was on a ski lift with a man and a very blond haired boy. Six years later I met dh and married and had our only son, a very blond little boy. Similarly I had a premonition dream about my mother’s death, she died the same way it was depicted in my dream. But probably the most freaky one was I had a great aunt who was very gentle and mild mannered. After she had a stroke she became pretty outspoken and told me she was so sorry I had cancer. It freaked me out because She had cancer. However, six months later (I was 27) I WAS diagnosed with cancer! I had a year of treatment but it was so unbelievably creepy that she had a premonition about me.

I rented a flat with some friends at uni. It was in an old part of Edinburgh. At first we thought the landlord was coming in whilst we were out and set up sort of booby traps to ascertain if it was him, stuff that would only trip up a human. Well, it wasn't. Stuff would go missing and then turn up elsewhere, no one had done it and the bathroom had a bad feeling. We all started seeing a dark figure, however, even during the day, out of the corner of the eye. And having the same nightmare.

But what really did it was that you could never get that place warm. You could turn on the heaters full blast and it would still be cold. Well, that was the last straw, none of us had money to burn, literally! We didn't renew the contract and all moved out.

Several from our old house. We moved there when I was 26, and dc 6 and a baby.
Ds used to say there was breathing in his room and dd was never settled in her room.
Not even been there a year and my dp left us.
I never slept with the light off and often both dc would end up in bed with me
It was also very cold.
I was once getting ready for bed and looked into the bathroom mirror to see a little girl in a white nightdress walk past me and into dd s room. I called out "Em are you ready for bed?" Then my dd came out of the living room looked upstairs (in her pink shorts and t shirt) and said she d be up in a minute.
Dd and ds swear they saw a boy with a cut on his head dripping blood.
A neighbour did say nobody had ever been happy in that house and no couples had stayed together for long after moving in.
Far worse I heard the houses were built near a place 2 children were murdered in the past.
We had moved by then, we just felt unwelcome and anxious all the time.

I'll say my usual.

Ghost Cat.

Might be one of mine, no idea, but we frequently (we meaning me, DP and both DTwatCats) hear her thumping about and sometimes we feel her on the bed. Last heard her a couple of days ago jumping off the kitchen table - both DTwatCats had an alibi, as they were snoring next to me and, seeing as the back door was closed, it would have been pretty difficult for a common or garden cat to get and out. Well, they were until they heard it and pegged it into the kitchen to find out who was nicking their food.

I wouldn't mind a real cat visiting, either, but unless there's a secret military experiment specialising in cloaking devices for cats, it's our little Ghost Cat.

When I was 16 I was a waitress at a big old stately home that did weddings, we kept the crockery in the basement. It was a long black and white tiled corridor with little rooms going off it, I was putting the plates away and went to step out one of the little rooms onto the corridor when I stopped because I knew someone was about to cross my path, I looked in their direction and just saw white mist, I looked at the other waitress (who was abit woo it turns out) and asked if she could see that, she said yes don’t worry she’s more scared of you than you are of her, I burst into tears and ran the hell out is there!

Without revealing too much personal information, we live in a house by a river. In 1948, the four year old son of the house drowned in the river, by the house.
I think of him often, with fondness, particularly as my DS is now almost three.
We moved here five years ago and I had the house blessed by the local Catholic priest and C of E Vicar as I wanted to make it our home and make peace with what had gone before.
I cannot say I have ever sensed a presence here, but I often think of the little boy.

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Many strange things and ghosts.

But right now we live in old farmhouse that is haunted by a young man. He mostly crashes about the kitchen, so footsteps, cabinet doors opening and closing, bin lids opening and closing. He’s not unfriendly. Been here four years. None of us have seen him, he is very polite.

Last year, I check a local history book out of the library. To my surprise, my farmhouse was mentioned in a great village fire that happened in 1823. It burned down most of the house and the only life lost was a 19yr old farm boy (name not mentioned) who ran back in to try and get his belongings. So, this is the farm house I live in now just rebuilt in brick.

I'm going to be completely real and honest.

There are no such things as ghosts ie people from years ago watching us or dead relatives even watching us. Or people that used to live here watching us, and so on and so forth.

BUT....
I will share my story/experience and way of things.

I am a muslim. And in my faith there are spirits which we call in islam, jinn. They are male and female and they try to mess with you or some dont bother with you. We leave them alone as some are violent, deceiving and even some just go around the world doing nothing. But we dont try to call them or do any form of connection with them.

Years ago, before I reverted to islam. I was a christian. My husband was overseas working so it was just me and our son. He was a muslim but married and accepted me as a Christian. Anyway, I was living in my first flat. Just something was very off about this flat. There seemed to be a dark figure. And it was so attached to my eldest sons bedroom. He was less than one year old at this time this is roughly 11 to 12 years ago.... . It was just a massive shadow, that lurked in the bedroom and would watch his bed, regardless if he was in it. It seemed to hate me being on the phone or having friends over. I had two muslim friends over for dinner one night. And they both saw it lingering in the doorway. They also were confused. It would circulate around the room but only ever near the door. It also hated me being on the phone and would go zup zapping in and out of the television table and around the door and tv. In the end, I had had enough, appealed for help at the church. My aunt who attended the church I used to go asked one lady for help to come to the house and pray. They both came over one day and began to pray for it leave in the name of God. It was literally so furious, it thumped and banged or punched something as it left. I thought that would be the end of it.
Oh no.
Some time down the line , a friend and I had arranged to go to london for the weekend. She came to stay over at mine the night before and that we could have supper at mine and go to london early in the morning once we dropped my son off with my mother. We went to sleep and all i could see was this horrid smaller black shadow lingering over my sons cot. It then began circling the ceiling making me feel sick and dizzy. It was literally quite awful. I was so scared i had to call my friend to come and sleep in the room with me as I was literally petrified. She couldn't see anything and I am sure thought I was nuts.
Another occasion I woke up, I went to put the tv on to watch whilst having my breakfast, and my tv was frozen, but paused but literally frozen stuck on a weather or teleshopping channel with a green and red man stuck on it, it looked like an alien or skeleton and it didnt look pleasant like a cartoon . I took a picture of it and turned off the sky box . I then put a picture of this weird thing on my Facebook. Friends commented, that spirits can trap and harbour themselves in things like radios and TVs. I was freaking out. But also at the same time I was sort if getting used to it sadly. Whenever I would go to friends or family houses instantly I could tell , that there is a jinn/spirit there. It would always be near me but on a wall everytime.
So anyway, about 2010,2011 I was at home alone and on the phone, I was lying down on my bed talking. And all of a sudden this horrible thing started filling up the bedroom with this dark horrible energy. I was so anxious and nervous. Then it came over the bed, and punched me. I swear on the name of God. This punched me in the chest, between my breasts. A right whopper. I was in pain for a few seconds and then I got up off the bed really angry. I wanted to smash up my home and throw all my belongings put of the window of my top floor flat. I then calmed down. And asked God please release me of this.
The pain stopped and the feelings stopped.
I then moved to my new home and asked God please protect this home from.anything evil. Please god.
When my husband stopped working overseas he came back home and we got discussing islam properly now he was home more. I fell in love with it. I decided to revert once learning so much about jesus place in islam and so on and that God is one.
Since then , I have had no problems whatsoever. It's like a fresh new start.
I cant feel their presence anymore. I am also a revert to islam and know how to protect myself by reciting verses from the Quran. Which is literally Oh Allah I seek refuge in you from the shaytan (devil) and the jinn.

Also, we say that everytime when entering the bathroom as Jinns like the bathroom. They like dirty places, not the bathroom that is dirty but they feed off things from the toilet. Which is why muslims say a verse from the quran when entering the toilet.

One time my son was roughly 9 or 10 at the time was in the toilet and there was a pair of minion pyjama trousers, with the one eye on them . Now in islam and christianity we believe in the antichrist. He is the one eyes beast in revelation in the bibleand we believe in that too that he will come back at the end of the world and try to take over and tell people he is god and we believe justlike the Christian's that jesus will kill him. But in islam we call him the dajjal who has one eye. Dont know if anyone knows much about this. I'm very religious and I respect everyone ways of life but sharing my experiences just to give some insight on how my faith played a massive part in my life of experiences with this sort of thing. Anyway the trousers with the one eye minions were moving In the toilet by themselves. My son literally said Oh Allah Allah protect me from this, in Arabic. And they stopped moving. I then threw them out because if there are things that are like that in the house ie items based on jinn, devils or dajjals, it's best to get rid of it.
I even stopped watching horror movies based on ghosts or paranormal things as I believe they are attracted to it. Even most haunted I used to watch to laugh at it's now not even that. There is no Emma of Cornwall haunting and lingering the boat because she has bloody unfinished business. These are Jinns messing with us. We leave them to it. They fear allah and whenever I have played the quran on youtube or recited certain verses from the Quran. It has put me at such peace. God has really protected me.
I understand that not many people really understand islam and maybe think what I am saying is completely crackers. But I just wanted to share what has happened to me.
Hope you all have a wonderful day.
God bless
But I promise my story and experiences were Gods Gods honest truth.

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