To ask for personal/second hand accounts of the unexplained

[Mindmyown]

Anyone got any good chilling stories? Like real life goosebump moments... been reading some threads about "sensing evil" and the stories are just deliciously addictive, I'm loving all the second hand chills. I'm not so much a "woo" person myself but I love a good scary story that makes me think "what if.."


YABU - stop encouraging the "woo" nonsense
YANBU - bring on the ghost stories! Sleep is for the weak 😅

[YouSirNeighMmmm]

I read the title clicked on the thread to tell you about my English Literature A-level result which I can assure you was totally unexplained (in a good way). Then I realised you were talking about ghosts n stuff.

[Mindmyown]

@YouSirNeighMmmm lol I'm sure you A-level result was very much deserved ... although a haunted A level paper would of been interesting 🤔😂

[Undone21]

My daughter used to sleep with a white noise machine in our room (co slept). I shit you not one night i woke up and then I heard a deep raspy voice come through saying ‘go away’. I got rid of it after that. Of course I was very sleep deprived at the time but I swear I heard it!

[Pipsickl]

A man I once knew once told me

when he was a kid he used to lie on his bed and look at an ornament of a bird on his shelf, which he used to think would hover up and down off the shelf. He said he was little and he thought only he could see it. It was one of those things he often thought about as an adult and never really understood how it could have hovered in the air so thought he must have imagined it.

when he was in his 60s he met his estranged brother at a family funeral. During the funeral reception afterwards his brother turned to him and said ‘did you ever see the bird move on the shelf when we were little?’

no idea if this is true or made up. I always think it’s a spooky story.

[AbcMurders]

Spooky!
a story I have is about is about my family members house - things always falling unexpectedly, despite looking perfectly stable and secure etc. Once it was the glass shower door - smashed everywhere. But the biggest thing, is this horrible overwhelming feeling of malaise and gloom when you enter the house especially the living room. Not just me, everyone that visits makes the same complaint - an d it isn’t unusual for people to fall asleep when just sitting there, and then complain afterwards about how drained and awful they feel. It’s a new build - and maybe it isn’t even the house. That family member is pretty draining and toxic anyway, so maybe it’s that?

[Mindmyown]

@Undone21

My daughter used to sleep with a white noise machine in our room (co slept). I shit you not one night i woke up and then I heard a deep raspy voice come through saying ‘go away’. I got rid of it after that. Of course I was very sleep deprived at the time but I swear I heard it!

I have a similar story, when my oldest was small she used to need music to fall asleep & the beatles always worked a charm, one time when she was a out 18 months I put her down to sleep and put on the beatles record, she was out like a light quickly but I'd always just let the record play through and the record player would just go on standby afterwards. Well this night was the same as any other but a while after she had been put down I went to use the bathroom, next to her room, her door was slightly ajar as normal and I heard what I thought was the record playing as I walked past, when I was in bathroom I suddenly wondered how was it still playing since there was only about 6 songs on it and she was in bed over an hour. When I left bathroom I stood outside her door to hear what song was playing, & I swear I heard a voice talking like just rambling on and on but in a whisper I couldn't make out fully, this is gonna sound awful but I was home alone and was honestly too afraid to go into her room I stood at her door just listening to this voice for at least 3 minutes, I had to honestly big myself up to go in, I used my foot to push open the door and her got was directly I front of me, the record player was on standby and the room was completely silent, I legit ran and grabbed my daughter and ran into my room, I tucked her into my bed and waited for her dad to get home... told him everything and he laughed & said I was ridiculous... I don't know, I definitely wasn't sleep deprived, think I've convinced myself it was the maybe the wind... I don't live in that house anymore but sometimes I like to think back on it and give myself a chill remembering the rambling mumbles, I can hear it know just thinking about it .. very strange, house was a new build BTW so wasn't active imagination in a creepy old house kind of thing either

[ChiefWiggumsBoy]

I don't have any to share and really don't believe anyway, but I love reading them so bumping your thread @Mindmyown!

[Mindmyown]

@ChiefWiggumsBoy

I don't have any to share and really don't believe anyway, but I love reading them so bumping your thread @Mindmyown!

I just love a good ghost story... I think most people have one or two stories, even non believers of the paranormal occasionally experience something that made them suspend logic even momentarily ... I'm a scientist by profession so I'm usually an extremely logical person & even I've got a couple of creepy stories that I'm sure I could explain away with reasonable explanations if I wanted but that's not much fun lol

[Feart]

I saw my sister’s Sindy doll appear to float into my room and fly around. I was about 7 and fascinated by Enid Blyton style toys coming alive when you sleep but I was wide awake.
More recently my dog started barking at a corner of my bedroom. The next minute my phone started playing ‘Evil Woman’ by ELO! I legged it out of there and the dog followed me. It definitely wasn’t a song that I’d recently listened to. A few months later we used a projector to project our PlayStation onto a wall, the dog started barking in the same way at the see through images on the wall... 😳👻

[WhereAreTheLostPens]

I had a difficult family and quite a bit of trauma, so there is context to this. But, I still have not been able to explain the following and it still freaks me out thinking about it.

So when I was about 15 I had the most horrendous nightmare I have ever had. I dreamt my mum was lying in a bath of blood in the middle of the kitchen. In the dream she was kind of scary and I was scared, but also worried about her. It was a horrible horrible image I will never ever forgot. She looked like some kind of witch from a horror movie and the blood was thick and deep and she was sitting in it. It was v realistic.

When I woke up I was extremely shaky and pale and freaked out and distressed. I went downstairs into the kitchen and my mum was there, looking normal in normal clothes. I was shaking. She looked at me and started yelling "I expect you've had a bad dream about me haven't you?" She was angry and yelling. I didn't say anything, just left the room.

It freaked me out because I couldn't understand, still can't, how she could have known I had a bad dream about her. I had never ever reported any bad dreams or nightmares before in the whole 15 years of my life, so it wasn't something she'd have expected. I didn't understand how she knew, how she could have known, and why she was angry

I will never know but it completely unnerved me and to this day I think about it often and still cannot get the image of her on a bath of blood out of my head.

Completely can't explain any of it and it freaks me out trying to. So odd.

[AspireMe]

@WhereAreTheLostPens

I had a difficult family and quite a bit of trauma, so there is context to this. But, I still have not been able to explain the following and it still freaks me out thinking about it.

So when I was about 15 I had the most horrendous nightmare I have ever had. I dreamt my mum was lying in a bath of blood in the middle of the kitchen. In the dream she was kind of scary and I was scared, but also worried about her. It was a horrible horrible image I will never ever forgot. She looked like some kind of witch from a horror movie and the blood was thick and deep and she was sitting in it. It was v realistic.

When I woke up I was extremely shaky and pale and freaked out and distressed. I went downstairs into the kitchen and my mum was there, looking normal in normal clothes. I was shaking. She looked at me and started yelling "I expect you've had a bad dream about me haven't you?" She was angry and yelling. I didn't say anything, just left the room.

It freaked me out because I couldn't understand, still can't, how she could have known I had a bad dream about her. I had never ever reported any bad dreams or nightmares before in the whole 15 years of my life, so it wasn't something she'd have expected. I didn't understand how she knew, how she could have known, and why she was angry

I will never know but it completely unnerved me and to this day I think about it often and still cannot get the image of her on a bath of blood out of my head.

Completely can't explain any of it and it freaks me out trying to. So odd.

Are you sure you were actually awake when you went downstairs as I get this all the time. I think I've woken up from a weird dream or nightmare, only to be confronted with more weirdness or horror, but I'm actually still dreaming. Sometimes I "wake up" multiple times with bizarre things repeatedly happening each time until I actually wake up for real. And some times I'm actually up and out of bed when I wake up properly so at first I'm unsure of whether I'm still in a dream or in reality.

From what you've described, it sounds like that.

[Stickworm]

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[LosttheremoteAGAIN]

I have loads but my mother claims that one night my grandad was out and my dad had gone to the pub to buy some beers to bring home (this was the early 70’s)
anyway,she was sat waiting for him,reading a magazine
she suddenly saw a big black shadow (she said it looked like black smoke) come from the kitchen door-it drifted past her and out of the front (shut) door
she shot outside and waited for dad there

one day I was at home,looking out of the kitchen window,just daydreaming about nothing
suddenly a white staffie with brindle markings on its back shot from one side of my garden (a hedge),across my garden and through the fence on the other side
i ran outside to see if I could catch it
nothing there
i put it down to the fact I was tired and forgot about it
a week later my son rang-hed wanted a dog for years and had seen one online-he had made plans to go see it
he picked him up and brought him home
about a month later,they came to see us (we live 136 miles apart)
it was the same dog I’d seen run through my garden

same son went away years ago for a school trip
it got to the last day of the trip and he’d had his shower and was messing about,posing in front of the mirror (showing off in front of his mates)
suddenly his face faded and was replaced with an ‘older’ version of himself-as an old man
they all freaked out and scattered as only 13 year olds can-he’s still mates with some of them and they all still swear they saw this happen

my mate used to work in an office which was next to a car park
i used to swing by to see her but we both hated standing in the car park-it had a ‘black’ feeling about it
my mate ended up dying of lung cancer a few years later and around this time the offices where sold and demolished-and they ripped up the car park
they had to stop when they found buried bodies from the Black Death under it

i lost my fil last March,my grandad when I was 14 and my very good friend (above)
if I feel like shit and it gets too much,I ask them to send me a sign
without fail,within 24 hours I’ll see a Robin (grandads favourite bird) a white feather,a song will come on or I’ll smell fag smoke (fil and friend where smokers)
im happy to be told it’s wishful thinking but I like to believe it’s them

[Mindmyown]

I think to bump this thread I'm gonna add one of my own experiences .... let me preface this by saying I have absolutely no logical explanation for this one and it's probably the reason why I love hearing other people's creepy stories ... if you have a theory let me know

Going back about 11/12 I had really severe PND for which I was in treatment for. At this time my mum had gone to see a psychic, this was actually really out of character and she had this weird belief that they're "bad luck". She's Catholic and I guess this came from her religious views, regardless she let her friend talk her into going to see a psychic that everyone was claiming to be very good.
After her meeting she called me and tells me she's just seen a psychic and she was brilliant and knew so much, I 100% do not believe in psychics and told her its a scam they just using very vague general guesses and allowing you to fill in the blanks... so our convo went like this:
Mum: she knew I had kids
Me: I'd say it's very likely a woman your age has kids rather than not, hardly ground breaking ...
Mum: she knew one of my kids lives far away (this would be me)
Me: alot of adult kids move away and loads are immergrating right now (2008-2010 recession time)
Mum: well she says "this daughter has a heavy cloud over her, a deep depression"
Me: the countries in recession mam show me a young person not fucking depressed... this is all just general rubbish, could say the same to any 40 something year old women and be right at least half the time 🤦‍♀️
Mum: would you just listen, she had a message for you she said "don't let the little girl in, send her away"
Me: what little girl, what are you on about?
Mum: that's what I said! But she said "a little girl knocks on your daughters door at night and she let's her in, tell her she's not what she seems and don't let her in, send her away".

Well this is when the penny drops & I swear my blood ran cold. So remember the whole severe depression thing, well I had been having a recurring nightmare, at least 2 or 3 times a week, the only other soul on this planet that knew about this dream was my Councillor and only because people with depression usually have sleep troubles so when she asked I told her but I never told anyone else.

The dream was always the same, I'd be in my house at night and knock would come to the door. I'd always answer and it was always a little dead girl (prob about 6 years old). She was very obviously dead, grey skin, big black eyes & matted hair. But in the dream I wasn't afraid of her, I felt sorry for her. I'd let her in and sit her on the couch. I'd then give her a barbie doll and she would put the head in her mouth and chew or stuck on it and thick black blood would ooze out of her mouth. I still wasn't afraid I'd just feel very protective of her. Neither of us ever spoke it was all silent. I'd wake up then and then pure terror would wash over me and I'd be awake for the night.

My councillor said recurring vivid nightmares were not uncommon.

Back to convo with my mum, after I told her about the dream she starts freaking out saying how that's an awful evil dream, bad omen, bad luck etc. Go to a priest lol then she stops and very sternly says the psychic said that little girl is not what she seems you have to send her away.

Now after the convo with my mum I'm obviously a freaked out. I was trying to figure out how the psychic knew about the girl dream at all... it really must of been playing on my mind because next time I had the dream, it was exactly as before but when she put the doll in her a mouth I got really afraid of her & jolted awake crying, this never happened before & I actually blamed my mum for making the dream worse. So now this was the new sequence of the dream for at least 3-4 more times and they were becoming more frequent, I'm guessing because I could not stop thinking about them and what mum said.

Then my dream changed again, dramatically. So in new dream I wasn't in my home but in my mums living room, it's a lovely sunny day and all my relatives were there along with my dd. Dd was on the couch and asked for a cookie from nanny's cookie drawer and I got her one, every one was chit chatting when a knock came on the door, I opened it and there was that little dead girl, I brought her in and sat her next to dd on the couch and gave her the barbie doll and she put in her mouth, she was staring at dd and I thought she wanted a cookie so I got her one and she oozed all over that too, then my aunt says to me you have to put her out, I'm saying no, & feeling really defensive and protective and suddenly everyone is saying I need to give her over to someone/she needs to leave, they call the guards and my relatives pick her up and bring her outside while my aunt is holding my arms and in my face saying you have to get rid of her, she's dead you can't let her stay with you,she's dead, you can't help her etc. Over and over and I can see her out the window in the back of a car being driven away.

That was it I woke up in a panic and I've never, not once, dreamed about that little dead girl ever again. Here's some freaky shit though my friend gifted me a dream dictionary for my bday a few years ago and of course I was reading through meanings of common dream symbols yada yada & I suddenly remembered this dream so started looking for "black eyes" "dead" etc, but I suppose I was being too specific and there was no entry for black eyed dead child dreams, so I left it but by then I was actually really curious if it meant anything like subconsciously... and well have you ever googled black eyed dead ghost girl dream?? Probably not but it was fucking terrify reading though some Google pages.

I haven't thought about this in years... I actually feel really freaked about writing all this, like I'm inviting her back again 🙈 ..... while I can rationalise the dream as a symptom of the depression I was actively suffering at the time, I have absolutely no idea how the psychic knew about it or how to make the dreams go away.

[AbcMurders]

That’s really creepy!
It was prob a symbol of your depression.
Maybe you mentioned the dream to your mum then forgot - that’s what I’m telling myself 🥲

[Mindmyown]

@AbcMurders

That’s really creepy!
It was prob a symbol of your depression.
Maybe you mentioned the dream to your mum then forgot - that’s what I’m telling myself 🥲

I know I 100% did not tell her, my mum is very superstitious plus she has weird ideas about mental health, like it's not something you should discuss, she really isn't someone I'd ever confide in, I'm not close to any of my family in that kind of way. At the time I honestly was very ashamed of the depression especially as the diagnoses was post natal I thought people would think I hate my child, so apart from knowing I had pnd I never discussed the details/my thought or dreams with her plus I knew she'd called it "evil" and judge me so it was 100% a deep secret I shared with no one out side of my councillor at the time.

[PixieLaLa]

Omg love these kind of threads! I was thinking that this child in your dreams was something about your childhood self that you needed to let go of but couldn’t

[sjpkgp1]

Someone walks up the stairs at my parents flat every night at 2.45 am. It was one of the houses that was identified as losing a son in WW1.

[Luredbyapomegranate]

@AspireMe

Are you sure you were actually awake when you went downstairs as I get this all the time. I think I've woken up from a weird dream or nightmare, only to be confronted with more weirdness or horror, but I'm actually still dreaming. Sometimes I "wake up" multiple times with bizarre things repeatedly happening each time until I actually wake up for real. And some times I'm actually up and out of bed when I wake up properly so at first I'm unsure of whether I'm still in a dream or in reality.

From what you've described, it sounds like that.

Yes I was going to say this - it sounds like you were still asleep

[Mindmyown]

@PixieLaLa

Omg love these kind of threads! I was thinking that this child in your dreams was something about your childhood self that you needed to let go of but couldn’t

My councillor said something similar, I had grief/guilt therapy with her at the same time as when I was early teens I seen my little cousin get hit by a car and die, I didn't have therapy at the time this happened and suffered awful insomnia and my gp just gave me sleeping pill for a few months .... but my councillor also said it was linked to the pnd as I had really bad separation anxiety with my child/ irrational fear she'd come to harm and would not allow anyone else to look after her, I wreckon that was a triggered from a traumatic birth experience, she had no heartbeat when I was rushed for ECS, & I was only 18 and dealing with alot of judgment about being a young mum ... so my best bet is the dream was a whole big mash up of all that ...

But I can't explain the psychic.... I've never been to one in my life and I don't think I ever will ... but I honestly believe theres a serious chance this was one was legit, otherwise that was one he'll of a shot in the dark ... I feel like crazy woman even suggesting that

[Mindmyown]

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[londonlass71]

@WhereAreTheLostPens

I had a difficult family and quite a bit of trauma, so there is context to this. But, I still have not been able to explain the following and it still freaks me out thinking about it.

So when I was about 15 I had the most horrendous nightmare I have ever had. I dreamt my mum was lying in a bath of blood in the middle of the kitchen. In the dream she was kind of scary and I was scared, but also worried about her. It was a horrible horrible image I will never ever forgot. She looked like some kind of witch from a horror movie and the blood was thick and deep and she was sitting in it. It was v realistic.

When I woke up I was extremely shaky and pale and freaked out and distressed. I went downstairs into the kitchen and my mum was there, looking normal in normal clothes. I was shaking. She looked at me and started yelling "I expect you've had a bad dream about me haven't you?" She was angry and yelling. I didn't say anything, just left the room.

It freaked me out because I couldn't understand, still can't, how she could have known I had a bad dream about her. I had never ever reported any bad dreams or nightmares before in the whole 15 years of my life, so it wasn't something she'd have expected. I didn't understand how she knew, how she could have known, and why she was angry

I will never know but it completely unnerved me and to this day I think about it often and still cannot get the image of her on a bath of blood out of my head.

Completely can't explain any of it and it freaks me out trying to. So odd.

@wearethelostpens have you ever spoken to her about this?

[pinok]

@WhereAreTheLostPens

I had a difficult family and quite a bit of trauma, so there is context to this. But, I still have not been able to explain the following and it still freaks me out thinking about it.

So when I was about 15 I had the most horrendous nightmare I have ever had. I dreamt my mum was lying in a bath of blood in the middle of the kitchen. In the dream she was kind of scary and I was scared, but also worried about her. It was a horrible horrible image I will never ever forgot. She looked like some kind of witch from a horror movie and the blood was thick and deep and she was sitting in it. It was v realistic.

When I woke up I was extremely shaky and pale and freaked out and distressed. I went downstairs into the kitchen and my mum was there, looking normal in normal clothes. I was shaking. She looked at me and started yelling "I expect you've had a bad dream about me haven't you?" She was angry and yelling. I didn't say anything, just left the room.

It freaked me out because I couldn't understand, still can't, how she could have known I had a bad dream about her. I had never ever reported any bad dreams or nightmares before in the whole 15 years of my life, so it wasn't something she'd have expected. I didn't understand how she knew, how she could have known, and why she was angry

I will never know but it completely unnerved me and to this day I think about it often and still cannot get the image of her on a bath of blood out of my head.

Completely can't explain any of it and it freaks me out trying to. So odd.

Sounds like a false awakening

[Mindmyown]

@sjpkgp1

Someone walks up the stairs at my parents flat every night at 2.45 am. It was one of the houses that was identified as losing a son in WW1.

Omg I love how people just very nonchalantly live with a "ghost" ... like never mind Billy coming back from the war at 2:45am, he'll be back in the trenches again by morning 🙈

[applecinnamonpie]

My DH and I have been trying to conceive for years now with no luck.
At the time of this story, we were living in our 187 year old cottage in the middle of nowhere, it was quiet, quirky.. quaint.. I absolutely loved it!

I was upstairs one afternoon changing the linen on our bed. The house was small, but with very thick walls. You could rarely hear anybody downstairs / in the room next door.

From the corner of the room, behind me as i was putting the cover on the duvet; I heard an old, frail man's voice 'the time isn't right, the world is about to be shattered. Hold tight'

It absolutely terrified me. I stood there for a moment in utter disbelief before shouting down to my DH to ask if he could repeat what he just said. The house sat silent in response.

I ran downstairs to find my husband, only to see his car had gone and a note on the table to let me know he'd nipped out to grab some shopping. I was absolutely terrified, my blood actually ran cold.

I went outside and waited on the porch for him to get home! The whole rest of the time we lived there (another 9 months) he had to come upstairs with me when I changed the beds!!

Anyway, not even 3 weeks after I heard this unexplained voice, we had the first mention of covid in China. Obviously we all know what a whirlwind of a few years we've had since then.

I like to think it was a pre-warning of sorts.. or maybe a gentle reminder that everything happens for a reason? We were suffering terribly with infertility and I felt at the time, like the world was against us. Fast forward to now where we are (hopefully) coming out of the other side of covid, and I feel as though k wouldn't have been able to cope with a new baby in the midst of covid, having limited resources available and limited family support.

I know it could be nothing, but I'm certain it happened, and I'm grateful for the words of support in what I can only describe to be one of the lowest points in my life.