Give us your eerie stories

[winkywinkola]

because I've none.

Go on. I love hearing about them.

I cannot believe you're going back, especially your dh

It sounds utterly terrifying.

Oh, I would go back in an instant. It's the living we need to fear, not the dead.

Aggh I want to know what happend

May be an elemental. Now that's disconcerting. There is apparently one at a beautiful Victorian mansion in Denver. Leap Castle in Ireland was also said to have one.

But elementals were never people.

Can you tell us where it is so we can do our own research :)

The thought of elementals scare me

Off to google what an elemental is ......

It's very rare. In the case of Leap and that mansion in Denver, the cause of the presence is thought to be bored, wealthy Victorian ladies messing with the occult. Might be one in another Scottish castle and possible origin is siting a building over the site where an ancient religion practiced.

But out in the open? It's possible, too.

Many anecdotal tales about sightings of female spirits around water have very ancient origins in beliefs in water elementals.

I've never heard of an elemental - all sounds very spooky!

We lived in a house that was built on convent grounds, so of course we had nuns! My grandma refused to come after dark after she bumped into a coven/flock/murder of nuns walking through the garden.

I used to complain about the 'dark man' who used to appear at the foot of my bed when I was little. He just stood there in the dark, peering over. Apparently he 'didn't have a mouth'.

My 2 sisters who later had the same room at different times not only saw him but heard loud, laboured, gasping breathing just before he appeared in the doorway and strode across the room to the far corner (where my bed had been) then disappear.

Horrible room - dark, gloomy and freezing all year round.

Mum has sworn everyone to secrecy when we moaned about 'seeing thing's and the whole thing didn't come out until many years later and we were chatting about the old house.

There were also weird shadows that would pass doorways (no-one there) or pass by a window (you'd wait for the person to pass the other window/door but often they didn't). My sister saw a little girl in another bedroon (sis must've been about 12) who spoke to her a couple of times ('come and play!'). Sis sensibly did not!

I heard music a couple of times from downstairs at night when I was the only person in the house, and it couldn't have been coming from a radio/tv etc or a neighbour and it was a detached house with land all around.

I'm sure there are other stories...

Why on Earth would a parent put a child in a room where she reported seeing things like this?

It never hurt anyone. Mum was quite 'spook-friendly' and said that if it wanted to hurt anyone, it would have done from day one. Scared up shitless maybe... We think it was more 'replay' of events in the house.

Ok people well probably think I'm abit odd but when I was nearly 5 my great gran died of cancer, she hadn't been ill long and I didn't know she was ill. One night I was in bed, could hear my mum downstairs talking to the neighbour and I heard a tapping on my windows, the curtains were slightly open, as I liked them and there was a little fairy.

It told me that gran had died but not to be scared. The next day my mum told me to come sit with her as she had something to tell me, and I told her I knew gran had died.

Both my mum and Nana smelt her perfume about a week later at the same time in different houses

I'm loving this thread!

In the house we used to live in I'd occasionally see what looked like a small,black cat. it would either be lying on the stairs, or sitting on the window ledge in my bedroom. No one else saw this cat, and (I was in a very unhappy marriage at the time) I did start to wonder if I was losing the plot.

However, a couple of years after we moved in, I came home from the supermarket one day and my real actual cat ran down the garden to greet me as a neighbour was walking up the road. The neighbour stopped, stroked the cat then asked about my other cat. I asked her what she meant and she replied, 'the little black one, I often see him sitting in the window but never outside. Is he a house cat?'

Not spooky at all, but very odd.

We moved into a beautiful, rented Victorian bungalow about 7 years ago.

It had three bedrooms and the back one was so peaceful during the day. It's windows looked onto the fabulous back garden, complete with a lovely stream and this garden backed onto national forest land.

We out DD1, always a star sleeper, in there but moved after after she woke screaming blue murder in the middle of the night two nights running, unable to tell us why she was screaming, but so terrified we did not put her back in there and then moved her to the middle bedroom with her younger sister.

My parents came to visit and slept on the sofa bed we had put in there.

After the first night, my dad, a very heavy sleeper, told me he'd woken in there to the sound of loud, rattling breathing. He firmly told whatever it was that he was sleeping in there now, so to shut the hell up.

No further problems for them.

I always hated walking past that room at night but had to as it was next the loo. The very heavy latched internal door would be open after it had been firmly closed, the light would be off when it had been left on.

The landlord's wife asked if I'd seen the old lady walk past the window out there.

I have had a few odd experiences.

I went on holiday with a friend to Bude, where we stayed in a rented bungalow with a conservatory/sun room along the back of the property overlooking the back garden.

It was a sunny afternoon, my friend wasn't feeling well and was in a bedroom having a nap, and I was in the conservatory reading. My friend then comes through, having obviously just woken up, and asks me what I want/what's up....as I had clearly called out her name.

I hadn't said a word.

There was a room at the front of the bungalow which was the dining room. We only took a couple of steps into it and both wanted to get out of there. We never went into that room again, just didn't like it...odd atmosphere and not a pleasant feeling although the rest of the bungalow was nice.

Another time I was staying in friends house in the lounge sitting on an armchair and her dog was on the armchair opposite. To my left, to the dogs right....there was a full length glass door which led to the hallway. [Old house, daytime].

The shadow of a person passed by the glass door and made me look up as I saw it through the corner of my eye. At the same time the dog looked over at the door too so had also seen something.

I thought my friend had just come in but I hadn't heard the front door open. She hadn't And no one had come into the house.....

....Same house, daytime. I'm walking from the dining room into the kitchen. I walked around a small corner and was about to walk from the doorway to the sink....when I felt that if I did I would bump into someone already there.

I stopped and said out loud 'Oh, sorry'....but there was no one there.

It was an odd house where odd things happened and I couldn't wait to leave there.

My friend then sold it as she had been spooked more than once by hearing footsteps on the [flat] roof above her bedroom. She had enough.

[Previous stories were about a house in Clevedon, Somerset].

Same friend [these things happened when I was with her, strangely]...and I went for a break in Torquay, Devon and stayed in a hotel up the hill, a good walk from the beach/harbour but can't remember the name of it now.

We were in a room with twin beds and in the night I awoke and felt like I couldn't move/breathe [sleep paralysis? never had it before or since]. I couldn't move or call out and was panicing. Then I felt someone/something pulling at the bedclothes and I was gripping them so hard to stop them being lifted. I was terrified.

I was able to move again, and startled my [amazed/bemused] friend by landing in her bed and spent the night with her! I can't tell you how frightened I was.

I slept very badly and in the morning we went down to breakfast where the owner asked if we'd slept ok We told him that no....and what happened. He laughed and said he'd heard this before and that the 2 [gay] ladies who owned the hotel in the past would be seen/and/or hassle female guests!

We were booked in for another 2 nights but cancelled the arrangement , paid up and moved out after breakfast!

not really a scary story, more a comforting one.

I was really close to my nan Ivy (name is relevant), and very close to my mum. Both have passed away. Mum used to wear a very distinctive (not smelt very often at all) perfume, Angel by Thierry Mugler. She died unexpectedly a couple of weeks before I was due to start to have chemo treatment (for a condition other than cancer). The first day I went for the treatment someone walked passed me in the corridor wearing the perfume, for the 2nd course a month later there was someone on the ward who was wearing it, and for the third (a month later again), we were on our way to the hospital but had stopped to put petrol in the car and it was on someone in the filling station.

The next time I smelt it was when I was admitted to hospital for a procedure (3 months later), and one of the nurses was wearing it and also one of the other patients visitors, every day over the course of a week. The nurse didn't work every day and on the days she was off the visitor came in wearing it.

Skip forwards 6 months and I was admitted to hospital for intensive rehabilitation on my legs. I was in a unit where people staying for a while had our own rooms. I was in for 5 weeks and the woman who cleaned my room wore it every day. I obviously had a talking point and we got chatting, she introduced herself and her name was Ivy.

Things stabilised with me but literally EVERY time I had to go to hospital I would smell it. Each time i'd ask and it was always that perfume.

A couple of months ago docs has cause for concern with me and had to run many tests, these were being investigated thoroughly as they may have been caused by the same condition that my mum died from. Obviously this was a massively worrying time and I was petrified. On my first day in hospital the nurse who admitted me was wearing Angel (I don't just assume by the way as I know your mind can easily persuade you of things because you want it to be true - I asked her and she said yes). I had to go back every day that week and for 3 days she admitted me, one day the woman in the waiting area was wearing it and on the last day I didn't smell it, but on the table next to where I was was a crystal figure in the shape of an angel with the inscription 'an angel watching over you'. My friend had been with me all week (we've only known each other a year, so she didn't know about the perfume thing), of course I told her after the first time I smelt it when the nurse admitted me and even she was amazed at how every single day you could smell it.

I have never smelt the perfume anywhere else.

Sorry this was SO long!

Don't apologise Hesnot, it was a sweet story and food for thought. It's reminded me of something too.

About a month after my mother died I got up in the night for the loo and in the bathroom I smelt perfume. It was a lovely smell which I sort of recognised, and gave me a nice feeling, I but couldn't place what it was or why it struck a chord with me. [I was not thinking of my mother at all, consciously anyway].

The smell went as I left the bathroom. I had to go again [had been drinking a lot that evening!....not alcohol though] and the perfume smell was there again.

In the morning there was no smell anywhere and I pushed it all to the back of my mind, still not knowing what perfume I had smelt.

A couple of days later I was sorting through stuff taken from my mothers house as I had been helping clear the house, to see what to take to charity shops/keep etc. There was a small bottle of perfume, from a set of samples I gave her a long, long time ago. It was 'Tweed', my mother loved it....when I took the top off I recognised the smell I had smelt in the bathroom!

The bottle had been in the bottom of a box, wrapped up, and had not been in the bathroom at any timel. I hadn't even realised it was in the house and had forgotten mum liked 'Tweed'.

Around the time my mother died a friend had given me a book to read and in it read of the theory that the spirits of people are able to enter the bodies of other living beings....including animals. It had not been my choice of reading but my friend had asked me to read it and tell her what I thought about 'astral projection' and the like.

We discussed the book after I'd read it and I just had an open mind, didn't accept the theories in it but didn't dismiss or ridicule them either.

When I met up with my sister at my mothers house to continue clearing it out, the book was in my mind so I started to talk about it all to her. We were in the kitchen, the window of which looked out half of the back garden.

As I was talking I told of the theory that spirits could enter an animals body, even a squirrel [I just said the first animal which came into my head]....she was sceptical [didn't blame her], yet at that moment we both saw a squirrel !! run along the top of the fence in the back garden where we would both be able to see it clearly from where we were standing [and couldn't see all of the garden].

It was amazing. The coincidence, the timing.... Mother lived in that house for 48 years and never, ever had any of us ever seen a squirrel in the garden before...truthfully.

Then when I sorted through more of the house contents the next week I found a slate coaster with ......guess what etched onto it?......a squirrel! It's here beside me as I type, years later.

How sweet. I find stories like that conferting.