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!

God id forgot about that , it was bizarre

I've had a few spooky things happen including "seeing ghosts" but the weirdest one was really mundane yet extremely unsettling.

I had a Saturday job in a framing business on an industrial estate, so it was a big two storey modern unit.

The owner also used it to run a side gig selling badminton shuttles as he ran a local club, and they were kept upstairs on big metal shelves near the framing mouldings and mitre machinery.

My job was to do framing assembly, deal with customers picking up framing, and also sell tubes of shuttles if any of the badminton players wanted them. I was there on my own mostly.

One Saturday a chap came in wanting particular shuttles so I schlepped up the stairs and could see on the floor in front of the shelves a large shuttle box rocking silently from side to side. I stopped dead and slowly it settled down and was still. I rationalised that it was empty and must have fallen off the shelves perhaps due to the vibration of me coming up the stairs so went over to it - to discover it was full of tubes of shuttles and I couldn't lift it - it was waist high and about 2 feet square if you see what I mean. I couldn't even replicate it rocking without making a hell of a racket and putting in considerable effort, yet it hadn't been making any noise when I first saw it.

I grabbed the shuttles I needed and flew down to the customer and explained what had happened as I was pretty freaked out and the customer obviously thought I was mad as he left in record time.

It was the most mundane, inconsequential thing but it made me feel really uneasy. I used to sometimes hear what sounded like footsteps above me when I was there on my own but rationalised it as the creaking of the building. It was worse just seeing the box rocking fully from side to side in silence....

That is incredibly weird ontop of not wanting to seem crazy to the customer at what you saw. Would love to hear your other stories of seeing ghosts if you feel comfortable to?

One incident that I still don't know what to make of happened at a London hospital. I was booked in for an early morning operation, so stayed in the hospital in a private room the night before.

I was woken up ridiculously early the next morning - 4 - 4:30 a.m. The nurse came in, switched the side lights on and told me that they'de be ready for me soon. We had a short convo about getting ready for them to haul me off, she did somethung with the door locks rhat needed to be loosened to let a trolley bed be moved about, then was gone.

I cleaned my teeth, got into the gown, had a wee.... and sat and waited.

About two hours later a different nurse can in, and was surprised to see me already up and ready. By this time I was a bit miffed at having been woken so unnecessarily early, and made a mild complaint to that effect.

She said that, as far as she was cincerned, hers was my wake-up call. She asked me when the earlier nurse had arrived, what she looked like, what she had said, and said she'd look into it for me.

Later that day she popped back to tell me she'd checked whatever ward notes there were, asked around for someone who matched the description I'd given of the nurse, but found no-one recognised the individual and there was no record of anyone sent to wake me that early.

My mother died when I was pregnant. When my little girl was two we went out early to pick up groceries. She had some cereal in the car to eat for the journey. When I stopped at the traffic lights I could hear her taking. “One for me, one for my mum’s name”.

My grandmothers died a month apart at the start of 2020. They both regularly visited me in dreams and told me they were fine, which was comforting.

I work in a very old school; odd things happen all the time. I've heard my name being called when no one was there; heard crying coming from a room very early one morning when I was unlocking when no one else was around. My most recent one was seeing a little girl out of the corner of my eye in the corridor, I was carrying a large box and I said ' whoops, sorry!' As I went past her as I thought I'd nearly hit her with the box. Turned to look fully and there was no one there.

I also used to regularly see a cat coming down the stairs in our house for a while after we moved in.

Always happy to tell my ghost stories 😊

My first full apparition was when I was around 10 or 11.

This is in the 70s. My parents were divorced, my SD was new on the scene and we lived with my Nana. For about three summers it became a thing that my parents would pack me and my Nana off to stay with my cousins in Scotland at the beginning of the school holidays. My Aunt (Mum's sister) had recently remarried a chap with a well paid job and they had bought a big slightly dilapidated house outside Edinburgh in a village. In residence were his three children - two late teen girls and his son who was the same sort of age bracket as me and my two blood cousins, a girl and a boy. We were all aged between 9 - 12.

The house did come with a ghost story which fascinated us no end. The locals claimed that in Victorian times the Master if the house had an affair with the maid (of course) and then murdered her and bricked her up in the dining room cupboard.

The walls of this house were very thick,and each room had a built in cupboard that was quite deep and had a solid back....except in the dining-room which had a cupboard half the depth with a wooden back covered in old wall-paper. Obviously the grown ups scoffed and ridiculed our fascination with the story and refused to investigate the mysterious cupboard.

So the sleeping arrangements were that my two male cousins had a big bedroom together, and I was in with my female cousin in a dressing room off this bedroom that could only be accessed through it.

My blood cousin was away for some reason, which was handy as when I developed a raging stomach bug - probably food poisoning - my female cousin was put in to the big room with my other cousin while I was isolated in the dressing room on the bottom of the bunk beds just in case it was something contagious.

All the rooms had big sash windows, and wooden shutters which were too rickety to use, and as the house was being renovated, there weren't any curtains which wasn't a problem as the location wasn't overlooked and was pretty rural.

I clearly remember waking up because someone was tucking me in. I felt the mattress lift slightly as someone tucked the blankets in tightly, I felt my pillows being adjusted, and was then affectionately patted. Now fully awake, I turned my head as I was facing the wall, in time to see a figure going through the door. There was moonlight and I was able to see pale hair and the shape of a woman. I assumed it was my Nana, who had white hair, thought no more of it and went back to sleep.

The next morning when Nana came in to check on me I said "I woke up when you came in last night," and she denied she'd been in. My Aunt, who was dark haired, also denied coming in, and so did my older teenage cousins. Obviously it wasn't likely to have been my younger cousins. Part of the rationale for no-one coming in during the night was that the floorboards and doors were creaky and no-one wanted to disturb sleeping children (plus an element of benign neglect as it was the 70s lol).

Everyone was adamant it was a hallucination brought on by my stomach upset but I swear I was fully awake and it was physical sensations that woke me. Even in later years the family stuck to their position that no-one had been in during the night.

So I was tucked in by a very benign ghost apparently..... and perhaps the pale hair was actually the mob cap of a sadly murdered maid.....

@MistressoftheDarkSide I thought you were going to say you investigated the cupboard and found...

Oh, we really really wanted to believe me. Grown ups are boring though lol 😆

I often have a nap in the afternoon if im home by myself. I always, Always wake up minutes or seconds before my kids come in before i hear their voices. I know now to get up, and they've actually never caught me napping 😄

😱
Sweet Mother.

I hope you are ok x

Bloody hell! That must've been horrific.

I often get the feeling of someone sitting themselves down at the end of my bed. If someone told me that happened to them, I'd be terrified, but when it happens to me, I'm not spooked. I just accept it and go back to sleep.

I hear my name being shouted when I'm out & about on my own, and it sometimes sounds like my mum. I heard it the other day, but there was no-one around.

Some time ago, maybe a couple of years, I woke up to see a hologram of DP, who works away. It was absolutely him and I was definitely awake. He was psychedelic in colour. He didn't say a word, just stood there. I wasn't scared, just confused, as I know I was awake. Actually, I found it comforting.

I’ve had a few strange experiences and I find them unsettling because I’m quite skeptical of things with no proof, I’ve tried to find rational explanations though and I can’t 🤷🏼‍♀️.

These are just a few…

My mum was dying of cancer and my dad had passed away a few years before. She was heavily sedated with morphine and kept talking to someone we couldn’t see and asking “Who is that man?” It was really unsettling.
She carried on fighting for hours and I stayed by her bedside but had been awake for 26 hours, my sister was there as well but then she went to check on something quickly at home a mile away.

It was the weekend and my mum was at home and we were waiting for hospital staff to come but in the end it was just me and her, suddenly the cat jumped into the bed and settled on her chest, then the whole room filled with the smell of my dads aftershave. He wore Rive Gauce and I had to order it online for his birthday every year as it was hard to find in shops. It was so recognisable and the smell was so strong. The smell got stronger and when my mum took her last breaths the smell faded away.
I find it comforting to think that my dad came for her. I’m not sure who the man was but my sister always believed it was my mums dad who died when she was young so she didn’t recognise him.

I was at work on nights working as a support worker in supported living, there were two of us and when everyone was asleep we took it in turns to have a few hours sleep each.
I had the most distinctive dream that I was standing under the nights sky that was filled with stars, I was with my partner and best friend and her children and we were stood on her street by the street lights looking up and waiting. I was holding hands with my partner and my friend was hugging her children.
It was so real and we were expecting something bad to happen that we’d been warned about, I will never forget the absolute terror of that dream and my colleague had to wake me as I was shaking and crying.
I couldn’t shake off the feeling of pure panic and fear so I googled the dream. I found other people had mentioned having almost exactly the same dream with the same feeling of fear and waiting for something to happen.
I know it’s common to have similar dreams that are usually anxiety related like teeth falling out or being in public naked, I find it very creepy though that other people had the same unusual dream and were as disturbed by it. I find it hard to even think about it now!

This is a bit unrelated but I have been able to smell cancer on some people. I smelt it on my dad to start with and a nurse on the cancer ward said she has realised she could recognise it too.
When my mum had the same smell I was insistent she got checked out, the doctor refused to send her for tests but I wouldn’t leave the surgery till she did. I told the doctor about it and she didn’t believe me but after my mum died she said she’d looked into it and apparently some people can pick up on a certain smell but it’s not scientifically proven that humans can smell it, she believed me though that I had been able to smell it on my mum.
I smelt it on a friend and felt so uncomfortable telling her in case she didn’t believe me, it’s lucky I did as she had cervical cancer but it was luckily caught early and she’s absolutely fine now.

I’ve smelled it on strangers before and never know if I should say something, it’s not just something you can come out with but I often wonder if they know they have it or not.
The saddest was a few years ago I was sat next to a young woman at a train station in the waiting room, she was pregnant with a toddler and there was no way I could have just told her something like that in the brief time we were waiting and she had her child with her. I think about her a lot though and hope she’s ok, hopefully with her being pregnant it was detected early and she’s happy with her two kids.

I looked it up online and a lot of other people have said similar but it says it’s not possible for humans to smell the actual cancer but it’s to do with the treatment. That would make sense but my mum and my friend weren’t having treatment and had no symptoms. Maybe one day it’ll be proven that humans actually can pick up the scent as well. I would be so happy never to smell it again.

This isn't my story as such,but my ex's

He met and married a lady,she had two girls and they wanted their own baby

They tried and tried-no luck

He happened to go and see a psychic and she told him that there was a lady (and then described his late granny) who was holding a baby in a blue blanket

She wasn't ready to let him go just yet,but she would when the time was right

She added this baby would be his first and last,but his wife would go on to have another baby and that baby would be 'a pink one'

He scoffed-theyd been trying for over 5 years at this point

A year to the day later,the wife says she feels sick-and they did a test

Pregnant!scan shows a boy

A smooth pregnancy,a little lad born and all was well,until he was about 5 and the marriage fell apart

She met another man and fell pregnant with a girl

When the son was about 7ish,he turned to his father and said 'I loved being with granny,but she said I had to come and live with you-youd look after me' (he'd never been told about the psychic)

I remember my ex telling me all this-he couldn't explain it at all-he was the least woo man I've ever met

Lot's of woo experiences..but the sweetest one is a dream I had about Badger the dog. He used to come running with me and his owner..the most lovely border collie, when I couldn't keep up he would wait for me till we caught up with my running partner.
We hadn't run for a while due to life events, I was away on a course when I dreamed of Badger, he was waiting for me to catch up, nuzzled me and disappeared.
The following week I was at work and my running partner wife who worked 1 day a week was in..I enthusiastically asked her about Badger and recounted my dream.. she teared up... he was PTS the previous week due to illness, he came to me to say goodbye. Such pure love ❤️. RIP Badger.. 🙏

I used to work in a National Trust property. It was s cotton mill. I worked in the cafe. Where the food was kept had previously been a weaving shed. It had chest freezers in rows but was light and airy and spare plates on open shelves On more than one occasion I would be leaning over to get some plates or wine glasses and I'd see movement or feel my apron being pulled. On one occasion I saw a small child scurry over the floor in older style clothing, reach for something and disappear. I later found that they used to use children in the weaving sheds to clear bits and pieces from under the machines. They often lost limbs and their lives. It freaked me out.

When we were kids, my brother and I snuck out of our shared bedroom to raid the biscuit tin. It was pitch dark and our cottage was in a very, very old spooky part of an island, next to a very old distillery. No streetlights, just the fields and the distillery and the sea. We climbed up onto the kitchen counter to open the cupboard where the tin was when suddenly outside the were these bright lights, like balls of light, or lanterns, dancing in front of the window. That's the only way I can describe them: dancing balls of light.

We absolutely shot off the worktop, straight back into our bedroom and hid together under the covers in my bed.

This was in the early '80s and I can still remember it so clearly.

I've mentioned a good few of my experiences before so I'll try not to make this too long with them all.

I lost two friends within around a year and a half in my late teens to different illnesses. Shortly after the second one I was lying in my bed crying and I felt someone grab my wrist and whisper in my ear. It sounded like "dorkus" which tbh was possible from one of them but then I wondered if it was "don't cry" then my name when starts with an S. Probably was just me being called a dorkus tbh. 🤣

Early on in my relationship with DH he had gone to work and I was lying in bed with the whole place to myself and I felt someone sit on the end of the bed. DH told me later that his DM had passed away suddenly in that room many years before we met. Another person had died in that same house in a fire years before his parents moved there and I often could smell burning in the hallway when everything was fine.

On our honeymoon in York, DH and I walked into the Golden Fleece. I wanted to go just because of the rumours of it being haunted but I didn't experience anything. DH who didn't believe in anything like that did though. We had walked through the front area to the back bar which was the only section open, we weren't sure where we were going and I can have anxiety about being in a building for the first time so DH said "why don't we ask the staff member at the front". He didn't believe me when I said there hadn't been a staff member there as he swears he saw someone dressed in black moving between the tables.

I volunteer in wardrobe in a local theatre and a couple of times I've been alone and walked into a room and felt like I was disturbing something. One time was during a show after party and I went to put something away and it really felt like I wasn't welcome that time. I've also had clothes in the perfect size on a high bar fall down towards me when I've been searching for something and been through many others that weren't the right size.

I also was once backstage and I was the only person in that area. I saw a man walk across where our workshop area is. I went down to see who was there and there wasn't anyone.

And I've just had another weird moment while I was writing about my MIL sitting on the bed. I'm in the living room and the big light is on as I've been working but there's also a tall lamp just to my left. As I was typing I saw the lamp turn itself off and I was cursing that I would probably need to go get a new lightbulb for it. And that's when I noticed it wasn't plugged in. It's in a corner of the room by itself with nothing near it, no glass fronted pictures or anything so it wasn't a reflection from another light.

@ADHDGURL that is so lovely and I absolutely believe he was saying goodbye to you because I had a similar experience when I was a teenager...

Every summer holiday my brother and I would spend a week with our cousins at our Grandmother's house. It gave us kids a chance to be together (we lived at opposite sides of the country) and I guess it gave our parents a lovely break and helped with summer childcare!

One year, I had a very vivid dream about our family dog. I dreamt we were running along our favourite beach together. When we reached the dunes at the end he turned and said "you can't come with me, I have to go on my own now". Then he ran up the dunes, paused and looked down at me once, before running off over the machair into the distance. I felt sad in the dream that I couldn't follow him. I wanted to but knew he had to go on ahead without me. Then I woke up.

The next day, my Dad came to collect my brother and I and drove us home. I walked into the house and clearly heard DDog's usual bark of greeting coming from the kitchen (his usual spot was in front of the Aga!). I shouted back to him but my mum pulled me into the living room, dad and brother joined us and dad explained very gently that DDog had died the day before. I remember saying "but I just heard him" but my brother (and parents) had all burst into noisy sobs so nobody heard me.

I know that my dream was DDog saying goodbye. He was six months older than I was, he had been my best friend for 13 years and I am so honoured he visited me to say goodbye. He was old and frail by the time he died and it felt so joyful in the dream to be running with him as he was in his prime, all sleek and glossy and full of energy ❤️

@ADHDGURL @SingingSands what lovely albeit sad stories.
An animal's love and loyalty is a very pure thing, to my mind.
I wish humans cared for each other the way dogs care for their humans.

That's a good selection of stories there @Tarkan. I'm always hearing stories about York, I remember as a child having a ghost book and it mentioned the Roman soldiers matching through that cellar infront of that worker. I know what you mean RE not feeling welcome in a room and that horrible feeling of being watched.

@SingingSands wow what a sweet story 🥹 I bet that brought you lots of comfort and made you feel happy you'll get to see DDog again one day. Sorry for your loss, your DDog clearly loved you and you meant a lot to him😊

I'm pretty sceptical but yesterday something happened which I'm trying to rationalise.
I'm on holiday at a home my deceased parents built on the ruins of an older home. We've had it for decades nothing 'woo' ever.
There are multiple doors to the outside and with the winds you have to prop open the internal doors (or make sure they are firmly shut) otherwise they bang shut (it's half way up a mountain with sea on one side so wind can whip around). It's not constant (no wind at all currently).
Yesterday I was in my DD's room talking about her brother who she is having a hard time getting along with - they are 19 and 20. It was not the time she was most upset we were just following up on an earlier talk. The door to the hall was closed but her door to outside was open. Suddenly the door to the hall swung open (quite possible I hadn't shut it properly) and banged shut, then swung open hit the wall and banged shut several times very rapidly, the last time with such force it broke the light switch plate with the handle (which it does connect to due to poor placement).
Having the door slam shut (if it was open) is not unusual at all. Having it repeatedly go 'slam slam slam' was well odd. In fact it only stopped because my sister walked by and caught it. It really went from slamming shut to slamming against the wall back and forth for three/four times. I was really odd. I can't see how the wind made this happen so fast and repeatedly with such force. Normally if a door is slammed shut and doesn't quite 'catch', it then slowly opens due to the vacuum and then the wind will eventually slam it shut again. But that could take some time. Odd.

A group of us from work decided to go to a psychic evening. None of us were particularly expecting great things from the event and the first couple of people came out of their reading rolling their eyes and saying there was nothing of interest to report. I felt the same after my turn. The psychic was insistent that I’d lost someone ‘on the docks, twice’, which meant nothing to me and although we live near to a major port, I thought this was just a case of the woman putting out some ‘facts’ in the hope that I’d leap to find a connection.
Years later I was researching my family tree and discovered that everything she’d told me was true! My great grandfather died in an accident on the docks and the date of his death was the same as my birthday (albeit decades apart), which was exactly what the psychic said. A year later, his father, my great, great grandfather was found dead in a nightwatchman’s hut on the dockside - so this was the ‘twice’ she’d mentioned.
Another one, but not mine. A friend was a nurse all her working life and the least woo person you could meet. She told me that she had once worked in a children’s hospital and on one ward, there was a rocking horse that had been donated some years earlier. It was well accepted among the nursing staff that if the horse started to rock on its own, there would be a death on the ward that night.

@mondaytosunday a ghost wanting your kids to get along? A metaphorical banging of their heads together.