To ask for another creepy/weird/scary stories thread?

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As it's almost Halloween season (for what it's worth) and because I have gone through every previous thread of similar stories.
I have a few but the first one that comes to mind is that a distant elderly relative lived in a dormer bungalow. The whole house felt oppressive and dark. I can't explain the feeling. I was maybe 13. If I went to the loo I would make someone else come with me.
One day, for some reason, my dad showed me the upstairs of the house and it was even more awful feeling than the downstairs. It was literally a bedroom and a tiny en-suite. No one else in the room but there was an indentation in the mattress that looked like someone was sat on the end of the bed. Stared at it for a bit and as I went to point it out to my dad it slowly raised back up to normal size.

When I tried to broach it with elderly relative she was so blasé about it that it made me feel a bit stupid. She was like 'oh yeah, built on an Indian burial ground (in north Lancashire) so I get lots of visitors'
I've only ever felt that oppressive feeling once since in Edinburgh castle (not in the dungeons)

I've posted this one before, I think.
The bouse I grew up in is now a bit over a hundred years old. Apparently when I was a baby, they used to bring me into their room sometimes & I'd lay on the bed & babble in that baby chatter that babies do when they're "talking" to someone. Only, they used to leave me in the middle of the bed while they were in other rooms - in the loo for example, or my mother would be cleaning or something. And I was just chatting away, making babbling noises, then listening, then babbling again, laughing, etc. Apparently I used to carry on for quite a while. And sometimes I'd stop, & get upset. When they came in, I'd always be looking up at the ceiling, even when they picked me up, I looked up at the ceiling. My father in particular was very certain that there was something up there that I could see. They used to try to distract me but I'd always look back at the same place.
They told me many years later that there had been a house fire long before they bought it, & a man died in their room. They always found my baby chatter most unsettling because they knew about the fire. And I didn't do it anywhere else.

I've probably told this one before too.
When I was about 6 I think, we were driving back home from my DGPs house in a small village several miles from where we lived at the time. Very rural, steep & mostly unlit roads, a lot of them were quite narrow. We would often go for a whole Sunday, go to church with them, have a lovely time, be thoroughly spoilt for a few hours, eat a delicious roast dinner (my DGF had been a professional chef), & then leave when it got dark. Often my sister & I were asleep by the time we got home.
One occasion I felt extremely uneasy within a couple of minutes of setting off. We carried on driving through the dark (I think it was winter) & I started panicking, my mother in the seat in front of me turned round to tell me off for fussing. I tried to tell her I didn't know what was wrong but she lost her temper & slapped my leg. At that point I just shouted to stop, please stop & my father slammed the brakes on because he was worried I was ill or something, I don't know. A couple of seconds later another car shot round the blind corner on our side of the road without any lights on, narrowly missing the front of our car by a couple of feet. My mother had been about to slap me again but her head shot round when she saw the car. I think one of my parents swore but I can't remember who (I remember them having a brief argument about it as they never swore!) If the car had hit us we'd have gone off the road down the hill, it's very steep & quite a long slope just there.
After that I felt really calm & we drove home in silence. My mother denies it happened but my father remembers.

Returned to the empty,single storey office building at about 2200hrs one night,the gates were padlocked so I knew it was empty.there were about 15 doors in the L shaped layout and every door was shut.they had an instant locking mechanism type thing back then.went to get a coke out of the fridge,came out of canteen and every door was wide open.nobody had come in as there's a code on the door which beeped if anyone entered or left.
Went to a room to use a computer having closed all the doors.
About five minutes later I heard a car and saw the headlights and a minute later the beep of the entry system.I got up and left the room to greet the person coming in and every door was standing wide open again.
As I was telling my colleague about the doors,all the computers started up themselves and the phones all began ringing and the doors swinging open and shut,open and shut.
My colleague very quickly changed into civvies and was off out of the building!
A few minutes later it all stopped and nothing else happened.
Weird!.this building is fairly rural and on an old burial ground.never saw it happen again there.

I have said this before in the unexplained board.
My mum's mum (my nanny) died when I was about 9, at her funeral there was a massive thunderstorm and lightening hit our house and the cover of the tv aerial in our lounge, on the wall, blew off it, very little damage and mum used to say her mum was saying goodbye. After that my mum always said that she's make a storm Happen when she died to say goodbye, she must have told us hundreds of times, don't forget when i die, I'll say goodbye with a thunderstorm. 30 years later my mum dies 😢 Literally 20 minutes after she died the biggest storm happened, rain was literally forming rivers around where we live and I drove to my brothers house about 1.5 hours away and it was storm and rain all the way. Turns out the UK had 3 x supercell thunderstorms that day! A different One over my area, one over where my brother lives. It's even recorded in Wikipedia as a memorable supercell thunderstorm on 28 June 2012 - I'm sure it was my mum, she was feisty and it would make sense she'd send a massive storm!

another one I have, my DD was about 1.5 - 2 years old, we were talking about things in The room to help prectice her speech and vocabulary, we were talking about people in the room and she said there were 3 people in the room, there were only she and I ... I said who else is here, a man mummy .... what does he look like? I don't know but he had a hat on and a long dress and he's on the ceiling ... bloody frightened me 😳

hmm my DS since he was able to talk has told me that I am his new mummy. His 'real' mum and family lived in a forest, he had two brothers and a sister and they were all shot. He said this consistently up until he was around 6. It was such a matter of fact that he said it alot. He is 6 now and doesnt know what I am talking about if I mention it.

A close friend and her partner moved into an Edwardian doer-upper that had previously been owned by an old couple for many, many years. The husband of the old couple had died before the old lady, who had continued to live in the house on her own until her death.
We were at our friends 'new' house for a summer bbq and my now DH went up to the bathroom for a pee. He didn't lock the door behind him and on hearing someone come up the staircase called out 'I'm in here, be out in a minute' so whoever it was didn't open the door on him.
A moment later he emerged to find no one outside waiting. He came down and asked the rest of the bbq guests who needed to use the loo because he was finished now. No one had entered the house whilst he was inside.
My friend, pretty matter of factly, said that would be the house ghost. She heard it climbing the stairs at night. The first time it happened she'd been home alone and assumed her partner had come home early from his business trip, when she got no response when she called out her partners name she was sure there was an intruder and had been terrified and unable to sleep. Subsequently she'd got used to hearing the slow tread on the stairs and the squeaky floorboard half way up.
My friends began their renovations of the house and the haunting of the stairs continued together with other strange goings on, things going missing, strange noises etc. Eventually my friend became unnerved and sat on the squeaky stair and talked to the ghost telling her (she was convinced it was the female of the couple) that they loved the house as much as she had, had no intention of moving and wanted to have a family there, but in order to do that they had to make changes. She explained that she was very happy to share the home with the previous occupant but that she was scaring her a little and would prefer it if the old lady didn't make her presence quite so obvious. That was about 25 years ago, my friends still live in the house and did raise a family there (now adults), and they haven't had any ghostly activity since the chat on the stairs!

the chat on the stairs

Yes, we have done similar, daft as it sounds.

I've remembered another one but this one's quite sweet actually (although definitely still spooky).
When DH & I first started seeing each other, he still lived with his parents. One night I got up to go to the loo in the night. Quite startled in the dark as a cat suddenly patted me on the back of the neck as I was sitting on the loo. I heard the quiet noise of it breathing, but I'd not noticed it & it really made me jump. I turned around as I stood up & could just see it in the dark, on top of the cistern.
I mentioned it in the the morning. The all laughed but not quite like I'd expected. After a minute my now MIL said something like
"it's just our Jonesy* come back to say hello".
Me - still confused
"She's been dead a couple of years love. But she was a right little sod for sitting on that loo in the night."
Apparently even death didn't stop their cat playing tricks.

*I obviously changed the name of the cat.

Just catching up, some great stories there

@SisyphusAndTheRockOfUntidiness near St. Albans?

No, north of England.

Ahh sounded similar!

Anyone else?

Yes! An old lady who I’m on a local committee with was telling me how she went for an early morning dog walk, earlier this week. It was still dark, and a bit damp, and she saw another old lady walking down the lane. They had a short chat, and my acquaintance said she found the woman slightly odd, as she spoke in a very old fashioned way. The woman then turned up a path to a house, said “I biddeth you good day” and walked straight through a wrought iron gate.

I don't know why that has made me shudder!

@Laiste I worked in a similar place. All ground floor. Retail. Huge shop and then equally huge warehouse/stockroom at the back. Only one door in from the shop floor although there was also a large garage type door in the warehouse for deliveries. Staffroom thankfully was in the shop part. I always hated the stockroom. Like yours shelves were 10ft tall and in rows but across the way rather than up and down. It was always dark and musty. The staff toilets were at the very rear of the warehouse.
As you walked around and down past the rows of shelves it got a bit brighter due to sky light over delivery area. There were 2 large tables for sorting deliveries on too.
Anyway all main electrics were operated from the front of the store. I was only 16 and being picked up by my parents at the end of my shift but then making an hour long journey to my grandparents. I decided to go to the toilet before leaving. My manager (who was fierce!) was annoyed because she'd turned all the electrics off and locked up. Said to take a torch. Anyway it turns out the shelving part was quite dark but as it was summer the bit with the skylight leading into the toilets was brighter. I was walking (quickly!) down when I realised there was a man leaning on one of the tables. He was reading the sun newspaper. He had a navy jumper, light denim jeans and white hair. Looked like a totally normal guy in his 60s. He looked at me and smiled so the panic reduced and I assumed he was there to meet one of the older ladies who worked there. Went to toilet and when I came out he wasn't there. I went back through and said to Janet, "was that your husband waiting through the back?" she was adament it wasn't and why would it be? In the end we all checked and no one to be seen. They could see the fear in my eyes though and were lovely to me. I still to this day don't understand it. I'm sure it was a ghost but why did he look so normal? Why was he there? Only way in and out was locked apart from shop and he hadn't been there!
I did go back but avoided the toilets at all costs until I left!

An Indian burial ground in north Lancashire?? They're not that kind of Indians, you know

Back in the mid seventies I was at art college in Farnham in Surrey ..some of my friends were renting old farm cottages in a field near Alton ..(im giving specifics so anyone else who might know of this can say hello)
The cottages were along an unmade track and were in a dip, and I think they were called Coldwell or Cold Dwell cottages...anyway they were pretty ancient and had no electricity or mains water , so were dirt cheap to rent . There was a well and spring for water and heating was by coal or wood . Lighting was by candle and oil lamps ..sounds idyllic but was bloody cold and damp all year round in reality .
At night the whole area was pitch black , one track in and out going past the cottages, nobody for miles around , and in mid seventies this part of Surrey and Hampshire still quite remote ..anyway the students heard odd things at night , put down to poachers usually , bu a recurring sound was of children playing outside..and there wer no other families or children fir miles around.
Anyway..I was staying there for a couple of days and also heard what sounded like childrens happy playing and laughter , and as the others were not fussed by it I wasnt too unsettled by it .
One day though I was there on my own, during daylight in high Summer, trying fix my motorcycle so concentrating in the heat , when I heard a short burst of childrens laughter , I looked up but there was nobody to be seen , the laughter stopped and then I felt a wave of fear and almost a darkness sweep past me...I was so scared! I couldnt go any where as my bike wasnt working , and soon I felt ok and everything seemed calm and normal . The other students came back and we talked about it , but as nobody else ever felt threatened there it was soon forgotten ...except by me !

This was about 8 years ago. I was having a restaurant meal with three other friends. It was during a winter evening and quite dark outside. I was sitting opposite a large window so could see vague outlines of passersby go past. One friend was sitting next to me, the other two opposite.

We were chatting away and having a good time when this man appears at the window. I thought he was a ghost for a split second, he was just incredibly pale. He was looking right at me, laughing and waving. A huge huge grin on his face. My friends saw and we were collectively like ‘wtf’ and shrugged it off with a bemused laugh.

They carried on chatting away. Then he appeared at the window about 30 seconds later. Again, he was looking directly just at me, and grinning. He drew his hand under his neck, slowly, in a beheading motion. No one else saw, not even the friend who sat next to me. By the time I wanted to point it out he was gone.

I was incredibly shaken up. All kinds of theories about what the fuck I’d just seen (I’m visibly from an ethnic minority/ faith group...but then so was the friend sitting opposite me). That walk back to my car in the dark was so bloody scary.

Was with my sister driving through country lanes one night (out for a little joy ride). We saw what looked like a street light further down the road but we knew there wasn't one there, so assumed it was another driver with headlights on coming our way. When we got further towards it it was a bit misty as well but no other cars, no street lights, and it was just like the moon was lighting up a section of road. It was cloudy so no bright moon. As we drove through it, it was freezing cold, then out the other side it warmed up again. It was just really weird and spooky.

@Twillow

An Indian burial ground in north Lancashire?? They're not that kind of Indians, you know

I know, hence me replying several times about it in this thread.

Love this thread!

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My great aunt and uncle lived in a house that had once been the coach house of a big local manor, decades after the last horses and grooms had gone they could still hear the sound of harness jangling and the odd stomp of a horses hoof.