Give us your eerie stories

[winkywinkola]

because I've none.

Go on. I love hearing about them.

[Helenagrace]

My brother had a weird experience once. We grew up South of a large forest. There's a town north of the forest where my brother went to university. You can either drive along the main A road which goes around the forest or you can cut through the forest and rejoin the main road later. There are also a number of smaller roads through the forest.

One night my brother was out with university friends. There had been an IRA shooting earlier that day and shots had been fired at an army firing range in the forest that night. Obviously my brother didn't know this and it was before mobile phones. The police were advising people to stay indoors and we're warning that they thought the gang were still in the area.

My brother left town about 1am to drive home. He got to the point where he would have turned off to go through the forest and he did indeed try to turn off (you frequently saw deer at night in the forest and my brother would often pull into a parking area and turn the car off to see if any deer could be spotted). When he tried turning though he couldn't get the car to make the turn. It just wouldn't respond. My brother being very non-woo just took the main road. The car never did anything like that again.

[lucysmam]

Bumping for more spooks

[DontVexMeYeah]

Dontgo that is so touching.

[Dontgotosleep]

Hi Don't vex me. I was a very comforting moment as well because I knew then she was happy safe and doesn't blame me. Like most if not all I spent years feeling guilty for not being able to carry her. I felt that my body had rejected her, but she knows I love her.

[Dontgotosleep]

after most should it have said women who have miscarried.

[CalamityKate1]

Despite being resolutely non-woo/a sceptic I bloody love these threads

[DontVexMeYeah]

Dontgo that has made me well up, I know that guilt as I've been there too. Aah, what a gift.

[pointythings]

I'll give you one.

When I was 19 and studying Prehistoric Archaeology, we went on a two-week tour of Germany, visiting some amazing sites not accessible to the general public, having a great time, learning lots.

We also visited museums. We went to one with a new Prehistory display, set up chronologically, showcasing the most spectacular finds from the area.

I could not go into the last room. I was unable to cross the threshold, it was terror on a level I have not experienced since. I felt physically sick. I went back the way I had come instead and waited for the rest of the group outside.

Turns out that last room - Iron Age - had a bog body in it. A spectacular and wonderfully preserved one. Who, judging by its posture and expression, had not had a peaceful death. Make of that what you will.

[NutcrackerFairy]

Dontgo that is a lovely 'woo' story.

I had a MMC at 12 weeks last year.

I don't feel guilt as such for not being able to carry my baby... in fact I think my body did a superb job in enabling the baby to implant and develop even though he/she wasn't ultimately meant to grow past a certain stage.

I understand that this is not everyone's experience though.

However I do wonder if he/she knows how much they were loved and wanted... how excited I was when I saw the positive pregnancy test... how I had imagined my life with them in it...

It would be wonderful if I could have some sign or sense that they are okay and perhaps with me in some way.

[meltedmonterayjack]

In between house moves we rented a house that looked mid 70's, early 80's. I didn't like it really but it suited our needs. It needed a clean so the day before we were due to move in, I went in to give it a scrub. I felt really reluctant to close the front door though for some weird reason that I couldn't understand.

I immediately felt uneasy there. I just can't describe it but the house didn't feel like 'normal'.

DD and ex-H didn't seem to feel anything but before I'd said anything, a friend had come round with some flowers and didn't park in the driveway. Weeks later when I told her the place was weird, did she tell me she felt she mustn't/didn't dare park near the house

My nephew who was about 6 came round and the first thing he asked was "Is this a real house or is it just pretend?". I thought that was so odd, but it did describe how I felt - that it wasn't real somehow.

Odd things happened - the mirrored door of the wardrobe in the bedroom just cracked as I looked at it (I'm no oil painting but I'm not that grim). My wedding ring/engagement ring which were in the bedroom disappeared and then later turned up in a bowl of pot pouree.

I felt I had to check on dd in the night - she was about 11 at the time, so long past the point where she needed checking, unless she was ill. I became really depressed and disorientated and just wanted to be out the house as much as possible

Other friends' confessed to feeling watched. The epicentre for the weird feelings were the main bedroom (v weird smell, sort of sweet) and the kitchen. I felt that whatever was going on didn't want us there. In the end I felt so freaked out that I insisted we look for another let. The landlord said if he could find someone to take on the tenancy there wouldn't be a problem. Luckily he did.

The day we were moving I found two tiny little cameos photos of a man and a women (looked from Edwardian times) on the bedroom window sill. Where the hell they came from I have NO idea but I was totally and utterly freaked out. The minute we moved into the new place, I felt like a weight had literally been lifted off me. The depression went immediately. I found out from someone who used to live on the same street that the guy who'd lived in the house was a real sod who hated women. Apart from one friend of DH and the comment by my nephew, everyone else who felt odd in the house were women. To this day I still don't know how to explain what was going on there.

[DontVexMeYeah]

Have been really enjoying this fred, and I've just remembered one of my own.

Years ago I was seeing a bloke who I absolutely adored. I had a picture of my sister on the wall in one of those clip-on glass frames (she had died a few years before so it was a real comfort to have the picture there).

One night I was happily working away and from nowhere the picture fell off the wall, crashed to the floor, glass everywhere. I didn't think much of it, cleaned it up and replaced the frame.

Over the next couple of months it happened twice more. As it turned out, my 'lovely' bloke didn’t quite feel the same way about me and was shagging around, the dates coincided with the picture falling off the wall.

I reckon it was my sister trying to warn me

[meltedmonterayjack]

DontVexMe, that really does sound like your sister was looking out for you :)

[voluptuagoodshag]

Not my story but verified by many folk I know who experienced hauntings in a hotel in the Lake District. One room was particularly haunted and the owners dog would stand on the threshold, hackles up, growling. The door used to open by itself despite having a fire door close. The owner was cleaning it and whilst making the bed noticed a pair of feet in old fashioned shoes on the other side. Looking up there was nothing there. Lights used to go on and could not be switched off. The ghostie used to mix all the whisky bottles around so nothing was where it was left.

Bugger, wish I hadn't read this thread, hubby away tonight

[FroyoBaggins]

My friends and I shared a house that was built, we think, in the mid-forties. It was a lovely thing, quite full of character with cut glass doorknobs and rounded walls in the kitchen. For the first little while, I quite enjoyed our cute little house.

One night, though, I was on my own. One friend was visiting family in a different city and the other was working. I was relaxing in the sitting room, watching TV and not really thinking any spooky thoughts at all when I began to feel distinctly uncomfortable. I shifted and grabbed a blanket, as it was getting chilly, and tried to ignore the change in the air.

As I sat on the sofa, the air started to feel heavier, more malevolent. I suddenly felt as though I WAS NOT wanted in the house. It was like the very walls were glaring at me; at my audacity to be sitting in a space that absolutely did not belong to me. I was intruding, I was an interloper.

By this time it was around ten o'clock at night and pitch dark outside. I certainly didn't want to leave the house but the longer I sat there, the stronger the feeling of needing to leave became. At ten-thirty, I grabbed my coat and felt as though I was being pushed out of the door almost forcibly.

I ended up walking to meet my friend at work and as we walked home, I told her how I felt and how the house felt. She believed me but seemed a bit bemused at the same time. For my part, I was afraid that the house was going to feel just as sinister when we returned as when I'd left.

But it wasn't... We walked through the door and everything felt fine. The house was quiet, but not in the same creepy way it had been. There was no overwhelming feeling of not being wanted.

I admit that I didn't sleep well that night, and for a couple of nights afterwards. That house was well haunted, but I never ever felt the need to just vacate it like I did that night. I sometimes wonder if it was an anniversary of something bad happening, and whoever was in the house wanted its privacy to relive of old events not bothered by the living.

[DontVexMeYeah]

monteray I'm not sure she would have approved of him as he was a bit of a bad boy! But she always looked out for me when she was alive so it makes sense

[meltedmonterayjack]

Froyo crikey how weird is that. Eeek. I felt the presence in the house we were renting really didn't want any of us there at all. How odd for such a strong feeling to last just one night though.

I really didn't believe in any stuff like this, till we rented that horrible place. Now though, I do, but have no idea whether it's something that comes from within our brains or really is external.

[ItsSoooFluffy]

Love these stories... Really interesting!

[Fontella]

I just spent about an hour typing out a great long story - previewing it, correcting it, re-reading it ... went to post it and the whole bloody lot has disappeared off into the ether!!

Not writing it again tonight!

Will have to wait for another day.

[lettertoherms]

Shia! I'm glad you shared, that's an MN favorite. I figure he was angry that you recognized him?

I have one from my older brother, a bit -

So here in this hilly region of the the States we have what we call 'washes'. Big, massive, concrete canal things. They can be completely dry in summer, but in case of heavy rain, they catch the water and divert it down to prevent flooding/landslides. They're fenced and locked, because they can be extremely dangerous. If a child goes down to play when there's a trickle of water, it could turn into a rushing flood within minutes, and the walls are pretty much sheer concrete.

There are accidents and rescues near every year, because people break in. Occasionally a child drowns.

My brother was 11/12. It was known that a child had drowned in the wash near our home a few years before. He and our cousins decided to go exploring near it, in the wooded area around it. It was twilight, but still light enough to see.

My brother turned the corner near the wash first, and saw, sitting on a large rock about 15 feet in front of him, a boy about his age, sitting hunched up with his arms around his knees and looking miserable, head down. He was there and not there at the same time. The cousins caught up a moment later and independently stopped and could see this boy.

The boy lifted his head and looked at them, and they all felt overwhelmed by this sense of sadness and anger. One of my cousins is certain he had no pupils, because that was the most terrifying part to him, and when he realized it wasn't just another kid.

They all turned and ran and never explored there again.

[roundpegsquarehole]

shamleess place marking.....for tomorrow!

[FroyoBaggins]

monteray I don't think I could have lived in the house you described, and I don't blame you one little bit for vacating as soon as you could. How long did you end up living in that house?

I'm not very woo when it comes to a lot of things like psychics or things like that, but I do very much believe in hauntings and ghosts. The forties house made a believer out of my friend.

She never really did believe in hauntings until the morning she woke up and found that something had locked her in her room sometime at night. She always slept with her door closed, but never locked it. There really was no need to lock it. She thought maybe that myself and the other friend had done it as a prank, but her door locked from the inside so no possible way we could have. She wasn't quite as comfortable in her room after that :)

[LostTeacher]

Bumping for more ghosties...

[chockbic]

DH went to look at a renovation project house and heard someone coughing behind him.

He searched the house and called out but no one was there.

[GalaxyInMyPants]

My dad used to live in a flat in a really old, medieval building. Stone, spiral staircase, etc. really old.

He lived on the top floor, middle floor was empty and a couple lived on the bottom floor.

Dad frequently heard footsteps in the night walking up and down the wooden floor of his hallway. Nobody else was in the flat.

[AdamLambsbreath]

I don't have a ghost story.

However, I did used to suffer from night terrors. Night terrors are basically like dreaming while awake: it's caused by a very old part of your brain firing off randomly while you're asleep. What it means is that you'll wake up and see things that aren't there.

I used to see certain things a lot: snakes and wolves, for some reason (great fun for my boyfriend, who got woken up by the screaming). Sometimes I'd just wake up somewhere different, having run there to escape whatever it was I'd dreamed.

About fifteen years ago, when I was a teenager, I had the most realistic night terror I've ever experienced. I woke up, and at the bottom of my bed was standing a man. He was monochrome, like he was in an old film. He wasn't looking at me, but then he turned and noticed me. He was fairly old and quite fat, and I remember thinking he looked a bit like Father Christmas.

He looked straight at me, raised his finger to his lips, and walked out of the door.

To this day it's the most realistic night terror I've ever had, quite unlike the others. I did wonder for a while . . .