To ask for your woo tales?

[Tellmeyourwoostories]

I understand this isn't for everyone but I love a good woo story. Even if you've seen/experienced something but aren't 100% sure and are on the fence, I'd love to hear your stories.

I've had a few experiences myself, nothing majorly scary just in my old house I'd often hear loud clear footsteps when nobody could be there and often saw a shadow figure, sometimes right infront of me and other times in my peripheral so can understand why people think they've seen something but can't be sure. I also worked in a pub that had some poltergeist type activity and various figures had been seen by staff and customers. I'd love to hear yours!

In the days after my cat had to be put to sleep I saw her walking down the hallway, twice. This was 12 years ago.

Then a few weeks ago I had to have another cat put to sleep and I saw her in the dining room and heard her collar and bells jingling afterwards. Since then I've found two white feathers and had a robin visit several times.

I had a really bad encounter with someone I thought cared about me. I ended up walking for miles in the rain, fell over into the road and was nearly hit by a car. Someone called me a cab. When I arrived home the cab driver who could probably tell I'd had a bad night said : At least someone's waiting for you. I said No I live alone and he said Look and there was clearly a figure silhouetted in the doorway. I thought it might be my Mum.

I opened the door and there was no-one there

If the cab driver hadn't been the one to notice I would have thought I was going mad.

My God. You poor thing 💐

1- I had a life in a dream. Lived a whole 30ish years, died getting hit by a car and woke up in my bed again aged 19. Had a career, kids, husband, everything. It really messed me up for a long time. I know logically it was just a dream but I do wonder sometimes. Deep down I'm terrified of waking up again like I did before.

2 - When DS was 13 he was with his friends at the park opposite. When he was there DH suddenly got up and ran out of the house yelling something has happened to DSname. He ran straight into DS's friend coming for help because DS fell out of a tree and broke his leg 😲. DH wont even talk about it it freaks him out so much. Theres no way he could have seen or heard anything either 🥴 .

I've had too many to mention over the years

One was my grandad,he brought me up and we worshiped each other

At the end of his life,he was laid,in a nappy,wired up to pain relief,half the height he should have been and the dementia had taken his mind completely

I'm told he was laid there,using his hands to 'push' something or someone away-he kept shaking his head and muttering 'no,not yet'

I saw him and said goodbye-he died the following morning

I do hope it was my granny (who I never met) had come to get him,but he felt he couldn't as he hadn't seen me

A very dear friend of mine died of cancer

The day of her funeral,I was getting ready and my ex rang

I'm on the phone,chatting away and stood up to grab a drink out of the fridge

I shut the door-and their she was

She smiled at me and vanished

I was once standing in my kitchen,looking out of the window and daydreaming

Suddenly,a white Staffie with brown markings shot from one side of my garden,across it and vanished

I ran outside-no dog

About a week later,my ds rang to say he was getting a rescue dog-I begging him not to as it is a lot of responsibility

He ignored me and got the dog

About a month later,he came to see us, bringing the dog-and the dog was the one I'd seen run across my garden

Just last week,I was bursting for a wee

Our loo is at the top of our stairs,so I ran up them (best I could with my legs crossed)

Just as I got halfway up the stairs,I saw a pair of legs,with the trousers round the ankles,sat on my loo

I stopped and they vanished-we looked up the history of our house and it was built as a council house,an older man and his wife bought it,they died and left it to their granddaughter who sold it to us

Either he'd come back for a wee or I was that desperate I was imagining things!

I don't know why I don't resist the urge to read this thread. Some of this woo is really frightening and I'm sorry you had to experience it!

Not a believer but love a good ghost story. The only remotely spooky thing that happened to me was during a stay at a quite isolated cottage in West Wales near the Pembrokeshire coast path. Me, DH, DM and Ddog. First night we were there there I dreamed I heard footsteps coming up the passage and stopping outside our bedroom door. Ddog was sleeping on the bed and took no notice. Couple of nights later DM who was sleeping in a bedroom. Off the kitchen said she’d heard someone moving about the kitchen during the night. Another couple of nights later we were all sitting around the table in the lounge/diner having dinner when the closed kitchen door suddenly rattled. We thought we must have shut Ddog in kitchen but no sh3 as snoozing under the table. There was no wind that night, kitchen windows index were shut.

All of these things have logical explanations. Mum and Iwere dreaming, DB could have gone to get a drink of water and pretended he didn’t. The rattling door could have been a small earth tremor,they happen more often than we realise.

My gran does on the 26th August 1985 at 23.40 my mum died 26th August 2018 23.40, maybe just a coincidence. Also my mum was dying of cancer my dad told me to go home as my dad was just a baby, I had fallen asleep but had woken up and my dh found me clawing at the walls saying I can't get out I can't see, he said come back to bed but I said he to bed, I said I can't see it's to dark, we have a en suite and the door doesn't close properly , it was a full moon and so bright that night.
I finally made it over to my bed and I told dh to move his legs of my side I couldn't get into bed, he was on his side and hadn't moved . My dad phoned to say my mum had died. I think it was her coming to say goodbye

Dp nannan passed away October 2022, ds was almost 3 at the time. I took him to bed around a week after she passed and while he sat in his bed he said to me 'alice came to take grandma to the sky'. I asked him 'alice? who's alice?', as we didn't know anyone called alice. He said 'a lady called alice, she's taken grandma to the sky cos she's died'. After he went to sleep i messaged dp cousin who cared for his nannan before she passed to ask her if she knew anyone called alice, she messaged back 'yeah alice was nannans mum' 😮

I also have had very mundane precognitive dreams, years apart since I was young.
I had one a few weeks ago. It was so weird and just odd

I was dreaming about being on a uni campus (we've been doing visits for DD). Anyway in my dream I was walking along a road, it was warm and sunny. I saw a small brown mouse at the edge of the road, sat up on its back legs with its paws up in a short of begging position like a dog would do. In my dream I realised it was dead. I carried on walking to where I was going.
Next morning I just thought it was a weird dream and thought nothing of it.
We didn't really have many plans for the next day and a friend WhatsApped me to tell me about an event about 40 minutes away that I didn't know about. I decided to go with DD.
Looking round there was a glass cabinet in one room and guess what was in it. A small (taxidermied) brown mouse, sat up on its back legs exactly like in my dream !!!
It blew DDs mind when I told her 😂

Few typos there sorry didn't have specs on!
Gran died and my * ds was a baby hope
It makes sense!

This happened to a friend's kitchen clock at the time her son died in an accident abroad. This was early 90s.

It's so weird, isn't it! If only our precognitive dreams could be put to some use, like winning the lottery!

@letmeeatinpeace that would be great. Dead mice premonitions aren't really very useful 😂

Years ago, my parents decided to get a dog after a period of not having one. They’re farmers, so weren’t looking for a pet really. They ended up with a “failed” sheepdog, who was a lovely dog but absolutely useless on the farm. Despite my mum not being the main doggy person, they developed a really strong bond. The dog would follow her down the garden path, curl up inconveniently underneath the computer chair, she was always THERE.

Eventually of course she got old and had to be put to sleep. My parents decided not to get another. Obviously, being on a farm, any neighbours’ dogs are about 2 miles away, so no other dogs hanging around. This was about 3 years before I had my daughter. Almost the first thing my daughter said when she started to speak was “doggy!” And almost the first time she said that was when she was pointing over my mum’s shoulder while being carried down the garden path, and sitting on the floor in the house pointing at where the computer chair used to be. Exactly where their old dog would always have been.

my mum also swears she’s heard the distinctive sound of that dog’s claws on the tiles, and the snooze she made every time she pushed her way out from behind the sofa whenever she thought my mum was going to do something she ought to supervise.

I used to work in a&e and was pushing a young patient to the ward in a wheelchair one early morning (2/3am). As we approached the double glass door we noted a woman in a hospital gown pushing a drip stand walking behind us in the reflection of the glass. Nothing unusual, lots of patients pop out for a smoke. I said to my patient ‘I’ll just grab the door and let the lady behind get past us before we go’. When I turned around the woman wasn’t there. There were no other turnings for her to have gone.

The patient said ‘where on earth did she go?!’ We were baffled. We both vividly saw her.

When I was at infants school I was suddenly taken poorly and the school called my mum and asked her to come to collect me and take me home. The call arrived immediately after a phone call saying that my grandma had died of a stroke.

My mum always maintained that my poorly spell was my grandma, from whom I was inseparable had tried to take me with her.

😲😲😲

We’ve lived in our house for 20 years. Every child under the age of five who’s stayed here (including DS) has asked who ‘the man’ is. The swing would suddenly start moving long after DS went to bed on a perfectly still night. Our bedroom door will fly open, we can feel people sitting on the bed and I can be in bed on my own and the duvet will mysteriously pull back. No intention of selling up so we just live alongside him.

I live in a cottage in the Highlands, which was built in 1875 and - nothing. Yet years ago when I was in school mum and I lived in a new build, literally the first people to live there. She was always going to mediums and psychics and I was a very sneery teenager about this. One evening I came home from visiting my friend and mum had had some friends round, and they'd got out a ouija board. They'd stopped for tea and biscuits and the board was lying on the table. I scoffed and said 'you should know better than to believe in all this rubbish', and the glass tumbler they had been using rose up a few inches in the air and then shattered.

We have an elderly man ghost in our house and many people have either seen or felt him. Our house used to be a B&B and we have many stories of guests seeing him and assuming he was another guest. He used to sit on the bed and sigh or smoke cigarettes around the house. He's been about for decades,(The house was built in 1878) but when DS1 was aged around 3 he seemed to completely vanish. DS1 used to chat to him as well and once I came into the room and asked him who he was talking to and he said 'that man over there was talking to me'.

Recently I saw and heard him again (DS1 is now 14) and I said to DH 'The old man is back'. DH just said 'Oh good. I've been worried we scared him off'.

About 20 years ago in another house we had a ghost dog. Both DH and I saw him many a time and he used to nudge the back of our legs when we were in the kitchen.

I've never been afraid of our ghosts. Just feel like we are all a bit of a family, really.

I get a strong scent of my grandma who passed away many years ago - it started when I was going through a really difficult time. I can go many years without noticing it and then it can appear. I tend to associate it with meaning that something is going to happen but it will be ok. My family all know about this.
When my sister was in labour hours passed with hearing nothing and we were starting to worry. I got this really strong smell and a sense of peace. I told my DH that I knew the baby had been born and all was ok. He noted the time. The baby was born one minute before I told him.
A few years ago we were on holiday and all morning I was getting this scent. It worried me so I told my husband I'd phone my Mum just to check all was ok. An hour later my husband had a seizure behind the wheel of the car. It was terrifying. He was ok fortunately.
My daughter experienced something too. She was driving late with friends one night and a strong feeling of fear came over her. She pulled over because it frightened her. A minute later a car came speeding around the corner on the wrong side of the road. If she hadn't have pulled over she would likely have been hit.

@arrivealive's post has reminded me of something.
Just after my mum died I was at her house alone in her room trying to find a photo of her to use for her order of service. I was so upset to be there amongst all her personal things but without her. Suddenly I was surrounded by the smell of cigarette smoke. Not stale smoke but that smell when someone just lights a cigarette. My mum loved the odd cigarette and the smell was just so comforting I actually said, "Hello Mum". The smell went as soon as it had come.

I found the photo and went downstairs to where my brother and our old dad were having a cuppa in the living room and sat down to tell them the story. The moment I said, "and suddenly I could smell smoke" the room filled with the scent again.......all of our eyes popped out of our heads and we were stunned.

We tried to talk sense into ourselves afterwards - but it was so real.

😂😂

I have a few from the house I grew up in, but more recently me and my bf were staying in a local pub/b&b, and in the middle of the night I was lying on my side and had my leg sharply yanked out of the bed towards the wall. I spoke to the bar lady in the morning about it when we were checking out and it turns out there’s been a LOT of woo activity in the pub over the years.