Ghosts - Do you believe?

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Who doesn't love a good spooky story?

Back during lockdown 2020, I lived at home with my mum and our Siberian Husky. We had lived in a terraced house for over 10 years and never had anything 'weird' happen.

During lockdown, my body clock simply didn't exist, and both Mum and I would stay up till 2pm watching good old movies. But one night, we were sat there watching a film (around 10am) and all of a sudden, we could hear this bizarre noise coming from upstairs. We assumed it was our neighbours moving something in the attic. It continued for around 2 minutes until we paused the TV and immediately - it stopped. I went upstairs to go and check and of course, it wasn't anything.

Fast forward to the next day, we were both downstairs, usual routine watching a film. This time, it was around 2am. It started again. We went upstairs very quietly and slowly and as soon as we made any noise it stopped again. We assumed it was rats or some animal stuck in our attic. Checked the attic - nothing.

The next evening, we were both in bed and it was around 3am. I was lying in bed to be woken up by the noise again! It was so loud that it physically couldn't have been rats. I froze and waited for it to stop and this time it didn't. I opened my door and it was pitch black in the house and whispered to mum as she had her door open 'Can you hear it?', her response was "It is coming from directly above my ceiling." So, I creeped into her room, and it was unbearably loud. We both whispered something to each other and as soon as we did - it stopped again.

That evening we both didn't sleep. The noise was unexplainable until I researched what sawing wood sounded like. That was the sound! I went round to both neighbours either side and they never heard a thing, and they were not doing anything at 2am in the morning apart from sleeping.

It has never happened since after that. But we thought of all rational explanations and couldn't come to a conclusion. IT was someone sawing wood in our attic - but its empty?

Does anyone else have any spooky stories?

YABU. If you're fishing for article stuffer there are hundreds of threads you can nick stories from in this vein.

Had you been reading The Silent Companions?

@Chikapu @Lockheart

Wasn't too sure where to post this - assuming not here?

Does anyone else have any spooky stories?

AKA 'A pile of attention seeking old shit'.

Nope.

Of course you can post it here. My question was about a novel that contains that exact scenario.

@Chikapu No, never read it, nor heard of it. What happens in the book?

A friend I had years many years ago moved into A flat and I'd often stay there. During the night we could hear foot steps running up and down the stairs. Her partner also saw the ghost of a,little boy.

My Sisters FIL told us that During my Dads funeral and after the curtains had closed for his cremation he saw an orb.

If I remember any more ill post them

I quite like the Captain and that Caveman … but I find the poet a bit insufferable

I love a spooky story. Who doesn't?

But I don't believe it . Not even a little bit.

No-one ever has come up with anything even a little bit convincing about ghosts.

It's like aliens. If anyone ever came up with anything the least bit convincing, it would be headline news the world over

And that has never happened.

That's a bit uncalled for isn't it. If you don't want to get involved in A thread or it doesn't interest you there's not A single soul on planet forcing you to open it. I can't abide unnecessary nastiness.

My uncle died a few years back. He wasn't a close relative but close enough that we visited him twice a month when we were young with my mum and gran.

A week or so after his death my mum called me to ask me what I remembered about going to his house and what we used to do there (me and my three sisters - will have been aged between 1 and 10 years old).

I told her we would sit in the backroom with the cake lady, who had a silver serving trolly full of cakes. She would tell us about the weather barometer on the hearth and what it meant and tell us stories. Sometimes, we would play "guess the animal", where would all gather under the dining table in the back room and the lady would tell us which type of animal to be. We'd then crawl into the front room and act out the animal for my uncle to guess. The cake lady would let us each pick two cakes from the trolly but we were not allowed to tell anyone because we were only supposed to have one. I always used to pick a brown fondant fancy and a yellow one.

I remember this in detail. I remember the cake trolly. I remember what the lady told us about the weather barometer and the stories she would tell us about the mouse who lived in the cupboard under the stairs. My sisters remember the same. We all told my mum the same story about the same lady all without discussing it beforehand because my mum never told us why she was asking until a few days later.

My uncle was single all his life and lived alone. He never bought cakes for us and there was no lady sitting in the backroom with us. The cake trolly we all described sounded exactly like one his mother used to have before she died. And the stories we all knew about the mouse under the stairs were stories she would tell my uncle and my gran when they were young.

To this day I can still remember the lady clearly. I remember what she wore, how many cakes she had and which types, and how she would laugh when we practiced being animals for our game.