To ask for your woo stories.

[HerRoyalHappiness]

I. currently in hospital with a rather embarrassing problem.

I woke this morning and felt a really sharp pain in my right thigh. Then it went numb. Then earlier I went to the toilet and realised I'd wet myself. I didn't even feel it. So 111 sent me to A and E. So now I'm waiting on the A and E doctor but it's still a 4 and a half hour wait to be seen

So while I'm waiting I'd love to read your tales of woo.

I meant the woman screaming for her life shapeshifted in to a man as the lady reported a woman screaming but then you said it was a man following you who screams and if you hear it seems to attach himself to people

When my, now 16 year old ds was about 3 or 4 he had an imaginary friend.
He would always be talking away to this ‘friend’, throughout the house and in the car when we went out.
I would ask him who he was chatting to and it was always the same answer, Mary.
Apparently, Mary was a small girl in a long brown dress with brown lace up boots.
This went on for about a year.
One day, we had popped into a neighbouring town and as you drive out there is a big, old church, as we drove passed the graveyard my ds pointed at it and said ‘Mummy? You know my friend Mary, well that’s were she lives’!!

This thread has perked up my Monday!

@NHSWoo yes! Sorry - I'd literally just pried my eyes open. Wasn't with it yet. I apologise 😂🤦🏼‍♀️

As a new grad , I was on a night shift. At the time I worked in an old hospital building with converted nightingale wards. One night I was walking through the old part of the hospital, it was very silent, but not eerily so. As I neared the ER where I worked, I felt a light brush against my arm and was overwhelmed with a feeling of peace and the smell of glycerin and roses. My great grandmother wore glycerine and rose water as a scent.
When I got back to the ER we were on standby for a paediatric trauma.

Years later, I moved to forensics. On a day shift, I was sitting in my office doing admin, again I got the aroma of ggm. I smiled as I have fond memories of her and whispered a hello grandmama and thought nothing of it. A few minutes later I was asked to see a patient who had done something horrific. Now when she visits, I'm prepared to encounter something horrific and disturbing.

I mentioned it to my aunt, who raised me. She told me and shortly before ggm's death, she told my aunt, I would always be protected.

I come from a family who practice an indigenous religion.

As a new grad , I was on a night shift. At the time I worked in an old hospital building with converted nightingale wards. One night I was walking through the old part of the hospital, it was very silent, but not eerily so. As I neared the ER where I worked, I felt a light brush against my arm and was overwhelmed with a feeling of peace and the smell of glycerin and roses. My great grandmother wore glycerine and rose water as a scent.
When I got back to the ER we were on standby for a paediatric trauma.

Years later, I moved to forensics. On a day shift, I was sitting in my office doing admin, again I got the aroma of ggm. I smiled as I have fond memories of her and whispered a hello grandmama and thought nothing of it. A few minutes later I was asked to see a patient who had done something horrific. Now when she visits, I'm prepared to encounter something horrific and disturbing.

I mentioned it to my aunt, who raised me. She told me and shortly before ggm's death, she told my aunt, I would always be protected.

My great Auntie owned a grandmother clock that chimed every half hour. It was a wedding present to my great grandparents. My aunt had no children and was close to my dad. She gave the clock to my dad. As a teen I had insomnia and couldn't bear to hear it chime in the middle of the night so my parents let the clock go flat and it remained on top of the wardrobe for years in their bedroom. On the night my great Auntie died, the clock started chiming from the top of the wardrobe whilst my parents were in bed.

Another one.. I was about 24 and working in a tiny 1600's pub in Sussex. I used to work Monday nights cleaning glasses, a Friday night and then Saturday 12-6. One Friday night after closing I was waiting for my then bf to pick me up and said I'd wait outside, the landlords had another pub in London and one of them was there and one was at this one. I was waiting outside and I saw the lights go on in an derelict annex that attached to the pub. I thought 'I wouldn't be going in there at this time of night - brave man' and then the landlord opened the upstairs flat window and said 'is your bf on bus way?' I was freaked out but didn't say anything as he was staying there alone.

Inside the tiny pub was a 'U' shaped bar where one half of the 'U' was in the main bar and the other half of the 'U' was in the restaurant bar. The back of the bar where the spirit shelves were was mirrored. One bright summer Saturday I was pouring a drink facing the shelves in the restaurant bar when I looked up into the mirror and saw a guy reach the bar and lean on it waiting to be served. I quickly turned round to say 'be with you in a sec' and there was no one there. I looked all around. Even leaned over the bar to see if he was tying his shoe or whatever. I asked the regulars sat at the bar and they said no one had come in or out.

If it had been late at night locking up if have blamed it on my imagination running away because of it being a creepy place but this was mid afternoon on a really bright, sunny, summers day.

In our garden, there is a large and heavy 4-seater wooden swing. Sometimes it swings gently all by itself. No heavy traffic vibrations or wind to cause it. Silly, I know, but I like to think it is my late parents enjoying the garden together and keeping an eye on us.

@MrsMacIsBack that is so lovely

Someone gave my DPs a sort of decorative pottery bell that winds up and plays a tune, for one of their anniversaries (they had been married for over 50 years when DF died). My DM keeps it in her bedroom on a shelf but it hadn't been wound or played for years probably. In fact she had probably forgotten it was there until it slowly played a couple of bars of The Anniversary Waltz on their first wedding anniversary after DF died, as DM came into the room. It played a little again after she called me in to have a look. I then wound it so it played through properly. She probably just knocked it while cleaning but we found it comforting anyway.

I do love these stories. Some of them are really touching.

Oh @Rosehugger I really hope it was your DF

@Happyinshoes I really like your story, it's lovely to think of your GGM really protecting you.

It reminds me of my visitations from my DM which I mentioned earlier on. My first visitation from her was the day after she had died when I smelt the aroma from her hospital stay, when I was really really upset. It was a mixture of her perfume and hospital type smells which was slightly more traumatic but nevertheless were a large sensory part of visiting her and her being ill. So I really felt that she was with me in the room and it did give me some comfort.

The next time was several years later when again I was upset and crying over the death of a close relative. I was alone in my room.
I distinctly felt someone wrap their arms around me and I knew it was my DM. Again she had come to my comfort in my time of need. I have never felt it again and I wonder if it's because both times it was when I was a teenager.