Give us your eerie stories

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because I've none.

Go on. I love hearing about them.

at some of these, can't stop reading though!

Just found all these, they are amazing!

I have a couple, nothing super eerie but a little bit "woo"

My gran died 4 years ago. She was 93 but fit. It was strange because I used to see her maybe once a fortnight, but in the few weeks before she died I saw her loads, a few times a week, just had a strange feeling like I really needed to see her. Me and my mum were sat in her flat one day and she just said to my mum out of the blue "I saw your dad last night" (my granddad died before I was born) and she was telling us she kept dreaming about her best friend Mae who had died years before. She had a massive stroke in the night a few weeks later and died.
A couple of weeks after she died 2 friends of mine were going to a psychic night at a local centre and asked did I want to go. I had never been to one before and thought it was a load of rubbish really but I went along anyway thinking I'd get a good laugh out of it. Well I was laughing on the other side of my face when I came out. The psychic started looking at me and saying "does the name Edna mean anything to you? It isn't this lady's name but she's told me to tell you think back to when you were younger" Edna was my gran's neighbour round the corner and we always used to go there when I would stay at my gran's as a child. She went through loads of other stuff (including knowing I'd done a Ouija board years prior which frightened me to death) and at the end she said she was with two men but they didn't speak. I firmly believe that it was my granddad and my uncle (her son who had died before her years ago) come to collect her. Some of the stuff she knew shit me right up but that at the end gave me so much comfort.

Another one

I worked in a funeral home for 6 months during a year off uni. Ancient old house, was used as a funeral home for years and years and had been a private family-owned one before a bigger company took it over. There was a horrible cellar with a door to it outside in the yard. I tried to go in once but I had such a horrible feeling of dread about it that I couldn't get past the first little room. The funeral director told me that it was the old mortuary, and they'd been in years before and all that was left in there was the big old metal mortuary table in the middle of a room down there. The ceiling practically touched my head it was so low, and the old chapels of rest were tiny little rooms not much wider than the coffins must have been. There were loads of old pictures down there and it was just horrible, I can't describe the feeling I got when I walked in there but I never went anywhere near that door again.

I used to spend a lot of my time alone in the funeral home during the day. I would constantly hear people walking about. There was an old attic above (the door was next to the office door) but it was locked as the stairs had been condemned years ago. I found the key once and opened it and even with all the lights on downstairs, from about the third stair up it was so pitch black you wouldn't have been able to see your hand in front of your face. The stairs were ruined, but I always used to hear the sound of somebody walking up and down the stairs and what sounded like somebody moving things about in the attic above.

One day, I was sat in the office upstairs (downstairs was a meeting room and 2 chapels of rest) and I heard somebody come in through the front door. That wasn't unusual as people from other branches etc used to pop in from time to time and they had a key. However, nobody came up the stairs. I waited and went downstairs. All the chapel doors were wide open (the ones off the entrance and the double doors to each at the back where the coffins are brought in) and the front door was firmly locked. I didn't feel frightened for some reason so I just closed all the doors and went back upstairs. It was a regular occurence after that.

The creepiest thing that happened in there that still makes me shiver when I think about it was as follows. My mum used to have an old picture frame in her bedroom, very unusual gold ancient gilded type frame, on her bedside table. In the frame was that "Footprints" poem that people often have read out at funerals. When I was a child that frame got knocked over by the curtains on a windy day when the bedroom window was wide open and it cracked the glass all along the top right corner down so some of the ends of sentences were distorted by the crack. It went missing sometime after that, don't know if my mum threw it out or whatever. Well one of my first days at the funeral home, I was having a root around and there was a disused room upstairs with loads of cardboard boxes etc in there. It was weird because nobody had bothered to decorate in there and there was old peeling wallpaper on the walls. I moved some boxes to have a nosy and I heard something fall. It was the exact same photo frame that my mum had on her drawers all those years ago. Same frame, same poem, same crack in the corner and everything. I don't know why but it terrified me so I put it back on the floor and didn't go in that room again.

Loved these, any more!?

Wonder what happened with @Ultracrepidarian when she met Tristan?!?

I've had so many experiences that I'd have to write a book. I used to be quite psychic as a child and it went away aged 18, unfortunately. But I have had other experiences since such as predicting things, thinking of people I haven't had contact with for a long time out of nowhere for them to contact me.

Ive written about this on another forum, but the first ghost I recall seeing was when I was about 5-6. I was in bed and staring at this mirror my mum made for me in my room, feeling really unnerved and uncomfortable like I was being watched. Suddenly this old man's face in his 60's/70's appeared in it staring at me. No neck. I scream and he laughs but there's no noise. Mum comes running in wondering what's going on and he's still behind her laughing at me, she turns to look and he vanishes. I can only describe him as someone with white face facepaint on them and every single line or wrinkle on their face being drawn with pencil or black/grey lines, especially when he laughed. Any hair was grey/pencil like, I can't describe it.. Anyone who's seen a ghost will understand. Very fat and chubby face and my mum has seen him since but his full body, as has my Dad and SIL, so no imagination! He used to appear to my mum in her doorway at 3am and she got so used to it that she ended up talking to him in the end (crazy ). Apparently I also used to see a boy in my room crying and a woman with a scary face in a red jumper running up the stairs, but I don't remember them.

My mum went to one of those spiritualist mediums who found out that my room was where his wife used to sleep when she was ill and he would watch over her and the room my mum had was his old room. I can only assume the woman in the jumper was the wife and the son was theirs maybe, I don't know? My mum and I agreed that he looked much like the KFC man without the glasses.

I can't believe I've never seen this thread before!

Saving for later

"Wonder what happened with Ultracrepidarian when she met Tristan?!?"

It was all made up. She'd first posted the initial scary story in the Spring ready for her denouement when they returned to Tristan & Molly's over the October half-term - Halloween! When she started her story about their return visit and Tristan's findings, she kept disappearing from the thread saying she'd be back later. But in the meantime a couple of MNers noticed discrepancies in her story and challenged her. At that point she disappeared completely so we never got to hear the ending! Shame really, because, even if it was made up, it would have been fun to hear her Halloween ghost story!

Ah thanks @HankNPat

What a story!! The weird thing is, I googled the names Molly and Tristan and Skye and it took me to a legitimate website advertising pods on Skye!?!? The”about us” didn’t say it was owned by Molly and Tristan but weird those words in google took me there ...

Maybe Ultra and her DH had stayed somewhere with glamping pods and she thought it would be a fun idea to weave a good ghost story around it?!

@HankNPat maybe! IF that's the case then the made up story has completely put me off a place we might have considered staying in before!

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Just came across this thread after some googling due to a bizarre experience I had last night so I want to bump it in hope of some more stories 😊

@Winceybincey ooh what was your experience

Have posted this one before but will do so again.

DM was living in a house share in 60s in King Street (Covent Garden I think but could be another part of London), West End anyway. She had a really unpleasant experience when living there where she heard a man's voice in her head, saying evil and nasty things about people. Then she lost her DF's gold cross which he'd had with him in WW2. Her best male platonic friend stayed with her and gave her a Victorian silver floral cross. After a while the voices stopped and things were thought to be ok.

Years later (I was living/staying with her at this point), one of her best friends died (who'd moved to the other side of the world) and one of this friend's close friends came to visit DM, she lived the other side of England and they rarely saw each other. They were in kitchen talking and friend said to my mum "Do you remember living in King(ly?) Street? What an experience that was!". She then went on to tell my DM about an experience one night where she'd seen a woman's striped dress (Victorian looking) walk from one room to another, she was petrified but went into the next bedroom and saw the other flatmate cowering in a corner of the room also having seen this vision (apparently dress and figure walking, no face etc). They weren't sure what happened but a young policeman used to visit them (for coffee etc) and they told him what happened and he said he'd look into this for them. Turned out a woman had been murdered by a man, in that house, in late Victorian times. My DM then told her story which added up. The friend who'd died hadn't been told about this experience or if she had didn't tell her other friend.

The other event happened in 60s at some point.

DM's friends bought an old schoolhouse in Kent/Sussex countryside. DM herself once lived that way with her then DH for a year or so so she knows about the countryside.

Anyway one weekend she was offered the chance to stay there, so she drove down with her dog (Afghan Hound) and went to sleep in an upstairs bedroom. She says in the middle of the night she woke up and heard several loud bangs, and then footsteps coming up the stairs. She went out of the bedroom and took a look around (armed with something heavy) but no one was there. Went back to sleep, same bangs and footsteps resumed. After this she decided with the dog (who was freaked out) to leave that night and drove home. Afterwards her friends told her "oh yeah, we had same experiences". Which they hadn't told DM about!

In our old house (c.1910) the staircase was straight (no bends or landings) and was between two walls. I was walking up the stairs one day and noticed I swerved to the side of the stairs, like I was walking around something, about 2/3 of the way up. I realised I'd been doing it for ages, going both up and down, without it registering until then. I waited until I had the house to myself a week or so later and sat quietly at the top of the stairs. I didn't see anything, or hear anything, but I just became conscious of a little boy, maybe 6/7 years old, sitting on the stairs looking towards the front door. I wasn't afraid or worried about him, he was just there, and I knew I couldn't communicate with him and I was fairly certain he wasn't aware of me. A few months later, he was gone. We lived in that house for nearly 20 years and I saw or felt nothing else. I'm usually a sceptic and I firmly believe there's an ordinary explanation for almost all 'woo' things, but I think sometimes energy gets left behind by strong emotions and our brains process it by 'showing' us people, and I think that's what he was, although I don't know why he was only around for that short time.