To start a ghostly Christmas Eve real or not real thread?

[Cherrysoup]

Here’s one I stole from another forum. Tell us a real or fictional ghost story!

There's a young girl home alone, reading ghost stories in bed. Whenever she scares herself a bit, she dangles her arm off the bed, & the dog who is lay under the bed licks her hand so she knows she's not alone. Eventually, she goes to the toilet, & is comforted by the sound of the dogs footsteps following & waiting outside the door. She then turns round, & written on the mirror is 'humans can lick too'.

Too late at night for me to read this!
There are MR James stories on BBC Two at the moment but I won’t watch them at night.

@PhoebeSnow Ooooh radio or TV, please?

BBC 2, on now.

I have a couple of odd experiences. The first is when I stayed in Cornwall with my son, when he was considering going to Plymouth Uni. We found a lodge nearby in a village in Cornwall to stay in. My son was 17, nearly 18 at the time, and not a believer but he is nervous watching scary films so we tend to avoid things like that.
Anyway, it was March and so out of season and we were the only people occupying a lodge out of a circle of 7. On one side was woodland and on the other a cliff drop to the sea. So we were quite isolated. We spent a week there as he looked around the are deciding whether to go to Plymouth Uni or not.

We spent the evenings watching films, eating and chatting, but one of the bedrooms (there were 4) kept opening and creaking so we decided to tie it shut as it unerved us both. On our last night, my son went to his bedroom and I went to mine, we agreed to set off on the 4 hour car journey home at about 10am.

At 3am I heard the light go on in the bathroom, I thought this was odd as my son had an ensuite and there was no need for him to use the shared one. Anyway, something about the noises made me uncomfortable, like you know the sound of your family and close friends, the way they walk around, key in the lock etc..so I got out of bed and stood still behind my closed bedroom door. Unaware at the time my son was doing the same behind his bedroom door (which was opposite mine accross a hallway). We both opened our doors at the same time, I screamed and he yelled in shock, he asked if I heard that and I said yes, we went to investigate together. We got to the kitchen and every cupboard was wide open, all lights were on in the lodge. My son said he wanted to leave now and not wait until morning, he was so scared he made me walk behind him as he loaded the car as he thought someone or thing may get in it and jump out at us.

We left the lodge, turning off all lights, closed the door behind us, got in the car and as we were driving away down the windy lane I saw all the lights in the lodge go on! I started to say something to my son, but he told me he couldnt speak until we got over the bridge into Devon, when we got there he said he had been hearing and seeing things all week and the noises and mess in the kitchen was the final straw, I contacted the lodge company and they didnt seem suprised, said Oh yes we have a ghost, normally in the bar but other people have seen, experienced him and it was connected to French prisoners of war being held there. My son still hates talking about it (he is 25 now) and I wonder if instead of a ghost it was a burgular as it was a very physcial, presence , the lights going, on and doors being flung open...I wonder if we may have had a lucky escape from something other than a ghost...will tell my other experience later

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About 10 years ago, a friend and I met up, as usual, once a year or so, at a hotel to spend a weekend walking.

It was an olde world establishment with links to Dick Turpin, and them playing up a bit of the 'ghost' vibe via 'History of tge premises' pamphlets. Not the (entirely Polish) staff!

The rooms were entirely modern, in a side wing. We were on the first floor, attic, or nothing- above.

We went to bed, both with earplugs as were both poor sleepers.

Sometime in the wee hours, I awoke having been disturbed by a loud noise. I took my earplugs out and listened into the silence, and darkness. My friend then spoke, asking if I'd heard anything, which I confirmed.

It had been like someone had clapped two sheets of plywood together, once, like cymbals, in the air above our beds.

We both decided 'it was nothing' so turned over, lights off. But of course, both of us were lying awake. Then it happened again, 20 mins later. We both shot upright, lights on. No denying that one!

We left the light on all night, and slept fitfully.

No idea what it was.

There was another incident. This time with my DD, she was about 12 and was sleeping in my bed as her room was really hot. We had a floor standing fan by the bed, and one night it suddenly made a strange noise, we both hid under the quilt and then my DD piped up, "Mum the fans got into the bed with us". It had indeed and although at the time it freaked us out, we now joke about the time the fan got into bed with us.

I love that the tradition of telling ghost stories in Christmas Eve has made an appearance.

I have many.

When DD was 2, she woke up one morning, got out of bed and said 'hey, where did the man go?!' and looked under the bed for him. I thought it was odd but thought nothing of it. Until we went downstairs and the hallway lamp was switched on. I know for a fact l switched it off, DH forgot to do it so l went back downstairs to switch it off. No way it could have turned itself on and there was no one else in the house.

Back in the 80s it was common place to leave kids while mum popped to the shops. Me and DSis were alone on one such occasion when we both saw a white cloaked figure walk down the hallway and disappear near the front door. Dsis said 'l just saw someone walk down there'. I told her she must have imagined it. Years later, l admitted l had seen it too but didn't want her to be scared as we were alone. She wasn't best pleased....!

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Has the Christmas Eve Monster got you ? :)

I was on holiday ages 15, my parents went to the bar for a drink while I had a shower. I was just about to get off the couch when a stack of about 8 CDs whizzed, one by one, across the room and landed in a neat stack at my feet.

I froze for about ten minutes, had the quickest shower of my life, didn't even dry my hair, sprinted out of the apartment.

It sounds totally unbelievable but it definitely happened; I can still picture it clear as day 20 years later.

Yessss love this ! Thank you op hope there are more stories

When we moved into a new house DD3's room was down the opposite end of the hall from us and it was a long hallway. Most nights she would come running down the hallway and get into our bed sometime in the small hours. I would always hear her door open then her feet scampering then out door. DS's bedroom was two doors down and he always kept it open. The house was very rural with no visible neighbours and it had a bit of an empty feel I guess. The first business DH took I was sitting in bed and I hear DD's door go then her feet but my door didn't open. I went to check and she was sound asleep. The next night the same thing happened and properly freaked me out. The third night DS's door was slammed shut so loudly it woke him and he came to ask who had done it. DD then told me a funny man runs with her down the hallway and races her.....freaked me right out and I'm not big on woo.

My grandma had angina - one day, about six months after my Grandpa had died, she was sat on her haunches in front of the coal fire trying to get it going. As she poked at the coal she had a terrible pain in her chest and couldn't move when she felt two hands slip into her armpits and gently help her up into her chair. There was no one else in the room but her. The pain went and she was convinced it was my Granpa.

As a student nurse in the 70s there were loads of experiences of the grey lady or the nurse in white (none of us wore white). Sitting with and offering drinks to patients who were dying.

The incident that scared me most though was when I was straightening a child's bed in the middle of the night. An eerie voice suddenly squawked 'Freeze - You are surrounded'. It gave me such a fright, it sent shivers all down my spine and the hair on my arms stood up. Then I realised. I had inadvertently pressed the button on the top of the toy police car the kid had in his bed.

OK - turned out it had a perfectly reasonable explanation, but as an 18 year old, on her own at night on a children's ward it scared the shit out of me.

@Jenasaurus have you told that story before? It sounds really familiar. I'm seriously hoping there can't be two lodges like that ... :)

I have told this before on here, a few years back I was persuaded by a colleague to go on a ghost tour it was being conducted in an old manor house, the tour guide was a very bossy woman who I disliked on sight, the group were going down the central staircase where a ghost of a woman had been seen, I was up the top of the staircase admiring the wooden bannisters and looking at a picture, all the rest of the group had reached the bottom, old bossy knickers called up to me ' Oh DOOO keep up' I muttered to my self 'I don't like you' as I said that a soft voice whispered in my ear, 'I don't like her either', there was nobody next to me or behind me and it cant have been someone from the group downstairs it was too soft and close for that.

That is definitely not true Cherrysoup

I'll have to think of one or tell you one of my own but I can hear the youngest getting up so I have to go for now.

Great posts by the way but I think you've all missed the point of the thread

I think the OP wanted us to guess whether or not her story is true and then post one of our own so others can guess and so on.

I don't want to be the thread police and I'm enjoying it so carry on

Oh good point!

It's definitely not true, been doing the rounds for decades that one.

My gran as a young girl came home from work and sat down at the kitchen table with a cup of tea and a biscuit. A little hand, cupped and begging, came from under the table, and she said crossly "Stop it, Mick!" thinking it was her little brother. She glanced out of the kitchen window at that moment, and saw Mick playing in the back yard. In horror, she looked down, and the hand was gone.

@TheChippendenSpook nope, I’ve posted for fun, not for people to guess. I just wanted a fun Christmas Eve thread. 🙂

Ah sorry it's not the first time I've got the wrong end of the stick

There's always one person that comes along to spoil it... and today that person is me

It's not possible to guess real or fictional because ALL GHOST STORIES ARE FICTIONAL and NONE OF THEM ARE REAL

I'll get my coat

@JovialNickname

There's always one person that comes along to spoil it... and today that person is me

It's not possible to guess real or fictional because ALL GHOST STORIES ARE FICTIONAL and NONE OF THEM ARE REAL

I'll get my coat

I’d really love that being true! I’ve had “experiences” when I was younger and when I posted about them on here to be told it was sleep paralysis or something of that ilk (despite not even having fallen asleep when a lot of it happened) I clung onto it gratefully.

Until my now 7 year old dd started saying weird stuff about seeing things which I put down to childlike imagination (this started when she was around 3 years old). A couple of years ago I was in a lovely deep sleep only to be woken by her screaming the place down yelling for me (I literally fell out of bed expecting to be confronted by an intruder) as I approached her room (ran into her room) she was standing in the middle pointing at the top of the stairs saying “do you see them?” Instantly the hairs on the back of my neck stood up, it was like I could feel “something”, I brushed it off as just night terrors but she absolutely refused to stay alone in her room so had to come to bed with me. The next morning she described in great detail what she’d seen, she was describing what you’d consider as ghosts. Very long story short, she refused to go upstairs alone, stay in her own bed, went on for months, was drawing what she’d “seen” (I need to point out that there was absolutely nothing traumatic going on in our lives). She kept saying grown ups were silly for not being able to see “them”. It affected our lives so badly we had to inform the school who were amazing and arranged for a mental health nurse to assess her. This assessment took several hours (they were looking to see if something had happened in real life that’s could cause her to manifest these thoughts in to nightmares”. The nurse called me much later and said “ I can’t believe I’m going to say this, I’ve been doing this job for 20 years and in my opinion she did actually see ghosts”, she’d tried to “trick” her into what “actually” happened but dd was so consistent and accurate in her recount (she still talks about it now).
I’ll admit it here as I don’t in rl, I often try to sleep with one eye open, I’ve tried saying to dd that ghosts aren’t real and she rolls her eyes at me saying “you really don’t know everything Mummy”