Give us your eerie stories

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because I've none.

Go on. I love hearing about them.

Great thread! We need a rule - only one degree of seperaton for the stories (so can only have happened to you, or a friend, but not a friend of a friend!).

I will pop back with the 'tales of nicename's childhood haunted home'.

Yup, we lived in a house (the garden too) that was haunted - nuns, a child, shadows, the faceless man, music when/where music should not have been playing and... 'The Breather'. It's amazing I have any hair left.

bikermouse1, please tell us your next story!

I've posted this before, but...

I grew up in what had once been an old seaside boarding house, and when my parents bought it as a young couple, to make ends meet, they had a lodger, a very nice retired lady who lived in the rooms on the top floor: a kitchen, bathroom, sitting room and two bedrooms. After my sister was born, Betty became our unofficial childminder, and I used to spend a lot of time upstairs with her, reading and learning to knit, that kind of thing. She had lots of old lady friends in the village, so my childhood had a distinctly Mapp & Lucia flavour, hanging out with Ethel, Doris, Gladys and the gang.

Betty moved out and into her own house when I was in my teens, and I was reminiscing about this a few years ago with my mum, while they were redecorating the bedrooms in the top flat. Mum was thinking about moving the big wooden bed to a different wall, and I mentioned how much better it had looked when it was on the other side of the room. She said it had never been there. I insisted that it used to be, and she asked when I'd seen that - I wasn't supposed to go into Betty's bedrooms. I told her how I remembered going in there when Betty had had some guests to stay years ago: a middle-aged couple who'd been sitting up in bed chatting to me (and smoking, I seem to remember) when I'd put my head around the door. Mum looked a bit freaked out, and said Betty had never had guests to stay over in all the years they'd been living in the house. I said, noooo, you must be forgetting it, look, the bed was here, and the wardrobe was here...

And described where all the old boarding house furniture had been when they first moved in and cleared it all out.

bumping for more before bed

Right, I tried to write this earlier but cancelled it. Even now, the years later, I don't know what to make of it - except that it was definitely malevolent..

That night of the full moon(not that I think that was relevant in itself). I have to be v.brief and just stick to the facts.

Preceding days little old lady was on her way out. That night, inexplicably, I developed a feeling that I just didn't want to be around her. This got stronger and stronger. I just KNEW that I should stay away. But it took two of us to clean her up etc. Enid was v. Understanding and took charge, giving me orders "you hold her here while I do this" sort of thing. I was near tears.
6.30am we left to go home, was home by 6.45. This was a Sunday, my mums birthday and my sis was picking me up at 10 to go to an artisan jewellery place to buy mums prezzies and then deliver it. I set my alarm for 9.30. My little hairy rescue dog was fast asleep under my bed, snoring.

I was woken by the most horrible stench I've ever smelled. My clock is right by my bed. It was 7.20. My thought was that dog had come into season (not had her long and had never had a bitch before) but Christ! I remember thinking that stench was like putrefaction, the smell of the grave, not that I've ever had experience of smelling one, but that was my thought. Dog still snoring, so I got my clothes etc. opened all the windows (it was mid-January). Fetched water and biscuits for dog and closed the door behind me. Had a bath, got ready and woke up my ds. Told him to please not open my door, I'd sort smelly dog out when I came back but didn't want the smell through the flat. Told my sis all about the night on the drive. Found a jewellers, bought mums gift, took it over, came back home. On the drive back told sis I'd got to get dog in the bath and why. She'd only had bitches and couldn't understand why I was going on about the stench of "death".
At home, dog woke up. No smell at all. Room freezing of course but it was mid-January. Room didn't smell of anything. Got undressed, into bed, cuddled dog, went to sleep.
Next night I was booked to work again, to cover for lady on opposite shift. Went into work, first thing I asked was about little lady. Oh, she'd died. I asked when, but knew the answer. And I bet you do, too. Yep, was logged at 7.20am day before.

Uneventful night, no ghouls, ghosties, bells ringing, mad matron walking, nothing, but I kept away from that room at the end of the corridor. Next day I phoned the Home, told them I was un available for any more work.

Still have no idea what that was about but I was absolutely sure that there was evil intent.

Sozz for any typos, random iPad autocorrects, whatever, not going to preview.

A few years ago I woke up in the early hours of the morning and sat up in bed ( can't remember why) but a huge gust of wind blew me in the face, and blew my hair back even. ( No windows open) I didn't know what to make of it really and went back to sleep.
Later the following day I received a call from the police to tell me that my elderlyaunt had sadly been found dead in her home. A neighbour had gone in when she hadn't been seen that day.
We later worked out that she had died during the night I'd had the 'wind' experience. I was the closest relative to her and also her executor, I'm sure being the organised lady that she was, she was coming to let me know that she was off to pastures new

AdamLambsbreath I've had similar experiences of waking dreams and not being able to move.

We were living in a flat that was basically a block of four, two ground floor and two first floor. But they had outdoor staircases on each side of the building up to the first floor flats, so they were all self-contained with no internal shared corridors or anything, basically they were a kind of semi-detached, self contained flat. They had open plan front gardens and everyone had a private garden to the rear.

We were there for two years and it was the last couple of months that this started.

I started to wake up 'knowing' that someone was standing on the street at the front, looking up at our window. I couldn't move and didn't want to, because if 'he' realised we were awake then he would come in and harm us. He had a man-shape but no features, just a dark shape.

After a time I would either fall back to sleep or wake up enough to be able to move and look out of the window, but only when 'he' was gone.

That didn't work though, because each night 'he' moved closer to the building, always looking up at our bedroom window but eventually standing right beside our downstairs neighbours bedroom window. I don't know if 'he' ever looked in at them but I knew if he did and they woke up 'he' would kill them.

'He' eventually started to move up our stairs, a few steps each night, and I would wake up because I had heard 'his' steps but again, couldn't move and didn't want to.

Then 'he' made it to the front door, then 'he' was inside in the hall. Then 'he' moved down the hall to our bedroom door and was standing at our bedroom doorway watching us sleep.

And each night, closer and closer until 'he' was standing right beside the bed, at my side, which was the furthest from the door and beside the window 'he' had been looking up at when he was out on the street, watching me.

And I could feel 'him' standing there, could see 'his' dark shape even with my eyes closed, because I was still unable and unwilling to move and was still pretending to be asleep.

I knew 'he' would kill me if 'he' knew I was awake and I was convinced that 'he' had already killed the people downstairs. After a while 'he' just faded away, which is what happened every night after 'he' had watched us for long enough.

Obviously the people downstairs were still alive the next day. We were in married quarters at the time and had requested to move to a house a few miles away, closer to the town and further away from the base. It was the next day when we were told we had got the house we wanted and I was telling the downstairs neighbour that we were going, and that I was glad because I'd been having bad dreams and wanted a fresh start away from the flat. I think she thought I was a bit odd to be so upset about a few bad dreams, and I don't think I told her what they were or that she was in them in such a grim way.

But a few weeks later I saw her again. I worked for an estate agent and she came in looking for rental properties. She said they wanted to move quickly, had just decided that it was time to move, although they had previously said they liked the flats and married quarters were much cheaper than private rentals, and after chatting a bit she said that she must have taken my bad dreams to heart because she'd started to have dreams herself, about a man standing outside looking at her window.

As another odd coincidence, my Aunt and Uncle are also a forces family and live near a base at the opposite end of the country. My Aunt sent me a card one day, while we were still at the flat, and a woman she works with saw it and said that she used to live in the same flat that we were now living in when she was a teenager and her Dad was in the forces. He was based at the same place as my DH for a time. They talked about the coincidence and the woman said she had never liked the flat when she was there, she was glad when they moved. I don't know why but sometimes I wonder if she had bad dreams there.

I was alright in the new house, I had a couple of dreams there which I think were the same waking dreams, one of someone standing in the back garden looking at the window and one of someone standing in the bedroom doorway looking in. I never felt that those watchers meant any harm, although I didn't like the figure by the shed, and after the second dream DH said I asked him what he was doing standing in the doorway and why he was wearing a three cornered hat. I don't remember that because I must have gone back to proper sleep, but he spent the rest of the night awake wondering who or what I'd seen in the doorway.

I'm hoping I haven't spooked myself into another dream now Mostly if I have a bad dream now it's about being bitten by some kind of animal, usually a cat, and I prefer them to the weird watcher dreams. It's very creepy feeling like you can't move and 'knowing' something beside you means you harm, even if you also know it's just a dream.

And here's another, but not nasty, just sad.

Any of you ever visited Time and Tides museum at Great Yarmouth?I'd found a 3 day coach trip to there, thought it might be fun, got a couple of cousins there I thought I might look up.

The museum is so interesting, I learned all all about the fishermen and their wives coming down from Whitley bay following the shoals of herrings, silver darlings they were called, to net and cure in the big smokehouse. By the time I got to the smokehouse I was the only visitor there. It was v. Atmospheric and I looked up at the high hall, the ladders up the high walls, the lines with hooks across, and actually wondered how many fatalities there must have been, surely everywhere was slippery with fish oil..

Then I had the feeling I wasn't alone there. But I was. Still, I left the room, leaving by the door I'd entered and by the side of it was a framed cutting of a newspaper article, I think, from the time, telling of the death of a young man who'd died just as I'd envisioned.

In the gift shop I talked to the lady in charge there. As I'd said we appeared to be the only two peeps there that afternoon. A cd of sea shanties was playing. As I was telling her of my spooky experience in the smoke house the cd stopped mid shanty.

Fair freaked the lady out.

I should say, that downstairs neighbour was the crazy neighbour who complained that she could hear the noise of our fish swimming in their tank, and she had told us that the people who lived in the flat before us were really noisy as well.

She said they had a child of about four years old, who used to scream half the night, and she thought the man used to run up and down the steps late at night to annoy her. The steps were on the side of the building and the main bedrooms to both flats were on the other side of the wall the steps ran up. So noise on the steps would disturb her if it was loud, but we don't know why he would run up and down them repeatedly in the early hours, there's no reason for it and surely other neighbours would have seen him?

I went to the doctor about the dreams and the being unable to move. I thought it might be linked to a medication I had taken for a long time but had recently stopped taking. The doctor had managed my reduced dosage and said it was very unlikely, especially as the dreams only started a while after I had stopped taking it. It was him that suggested sleep paralysis at times of stress, which I think is the most likely answer.

Although sometimes I do like to wonder who she really heard on the steps, if it really was the old neighbour, of if it was my dream presence or even someone else's noisy fish And if the steps were my dream presence, was that why the four year old was screaming half the night? And if, once we moved, 'he' decided to look through her window instead.

Sarah the married quarters sound terrifying! Have you read much about sleep paralysis? page I linked to recommends avoiding sleeping on your back.

Well, I'm off to bed now, chuckling at the noisy fish in the tank. Don't think I'll have any bad dreams-unless the fish was Jaws

Nighty-night, sleep tight. Happy dreams.

Really enjoyed reading these, I hope some more are posted.

i have a couple.

when i was around 13 or so my friendship group began dabbling with ouija boards....
i was present a couple of times when this was done. not quite believing i asked the "spirit" to predict something....
and i asked the name of U2s next album. (i didnt like U2 particularly! it was the first thing that came into my head!)

so as the words were spelled out i wrote them down. i wrote: HUMANDRATTLE.

and i thought what a load of bollocks! who names an album human drattle!!?

except later that same year they released RATTLE AND HUM. now. spell that backwards. hum and rattle......not human drattle!

yep. i fucking FROZE when i realised. never touched a ouija board since.

something that just made me freeze. Bump in the night for more stories,

Bumping for more... I love this thread.

Sarah just saw I x-posted with you on sleep paralysis. Hope you had a peaceful night.

I did, thank you AndIFeed.

It's been a long time since I had one of those dreams and I hope it's a long time until I have another one.

Wow WeevilKnievel I shed a tear at your story. How moving.

Have told this story on previous "eerie threads"
In 1980 my dad did a sponsored gypsy caravan drive to Yorkshire with a friend of his. Every night when they stopped Dad used to walk to the nearest phone box to ring Mum.
One particular night Dad walked back (with Badger his Border Terrier) a different way to way he had gone. As he walking along a country lane with a ditch on either side of the road Bdog suddenly stopped dead by one of the ditches and growled loudly with his heckles up. Dad went and looked in the ditch and surrounding area and couldnt see anything so was forced to pick Bdog up and carried him still growling back to the caravan. Dad went to sleep almost straight away and Badger was still growling.
In the morning Dad and his friend got up and without discussing the previous evening they harnessed up the horses. (Dad had one in the shafts and one on the side.
They set off on the same round and without warning at the same spot that Badger had stopped, Dad's horses started neighing and plunging and Dad had a heck of a job getting them past the spot.

Dont know what happened there but it scared the crap out of my Dad as well as the animals!

A week or so after my nan died, when I was about 3, my mum had to go over to her house to clear it out. She took me with her and left me playing while she got on with the cleaning.
After a while I wandered off and she could hear me talking in my nan's bedroom. She asked who I was talking to, and I said "nanny". She said, "no remember nanny is in heaven now". I smiled and said "no this is the thin nanny".

I don't remember it, but mum said she doesn't remember feeling scared, just really comforted :)

Loving these stories :)

A friend of mine, a divorced woman with no children, bought a fixer upper Edwardian home. She is quite handy with DIY and spent her evenings and weekends doing up the place, a two bed semi.

It soon became apparent she was not alone. The most common occurrence was stuff being moved around.

One evening she finally saw a man at the top of the stairs. She told him she was fixing up the place as it had been far too long neglected.

He seemed to like this and she felt he was protective.

He did not, however, like a boyfriend she had who turned out to be a serial cheater, and often knocked over objects in front of him or even on him.

He had no problem, however, with the man who eventually became her live-in partner.

Shia, I remember you telling that the first time, and of all the woo stories that fly about that one scares the crap out of me more than any other.

Marking my place!