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because I've none.

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I was having a very hard time with post natal depression afew years ago and would often pray to my much loved nanny asking for help to get through (she had died several years before). One night I was in my bedroom chatting away to her, feeling particularly low. The next day in the same room I got a sudden smell of her house, which was very specific, musty, countryside, damp smell, I just knew it was my nanny.
Maybe a week later me, dh and 2 yo ds were in the car about to head out in the morning when ds asked me who was the woman at the window in my bedroom (my bedroom window looks out to where the car is parked) I said there was no one there but he insisted so I asked what was she wearing and he said a purple dress. He had never known my nanny, neither would he have known id felt her presence very recently in that room and he certainly would not have known her favourite colour was purple. I was delighted. On saying that am typing this from bed in that same bedroom in the dark and feeling a bit less delighted at the thought of any other ghostly going ons!

Another one, slightly different. I discovered I was unexpectedly pg with dc3 last year. It was a genuine shock, hadn't been in my life plan! I did the test at work, and was all over the place all morning not sure how I would tell my dh. I said a prayer to my dad (dead several years) and asked him to give me a sign as I didn't know what to do. Then promptly forgot about the prayer. At lunch time i was at my desk and just managed to overhear the receptionist muttering to herself about not knowing anyone of that name. She was going through the post. I didn't know why cos i wouldn't normally do this but i called over to ask her who she was after and she read out my maiden name (also my dads surname) i was surprised as id not received any post to that name for about 5 years i said oh that's me and she took the letter out of the bin and gave it to me. It was a baby clothes catalogue from a random shop i had never had one from before, addressed to a name id not used for 5 years and certainly never used since having children. I nearly fell off my chair in shock.

Oh I have lots, we grew up in a haunted house. I'll start at the beginning ...
As a young girl the first spirit I saw was a young boy stood in the hallway outside my bedroom at the top of the stairs. I was too young to know about ghosts, so sat and said to him "who are you ?" He then just faded and I started to cry for my mum. The next day I was full of questions, which were dismissed.

The second spirit I saw was in my grandmothers house. I woke up suddenly and there was a woman stood by the end of my bed, she was lovely, young and blonde and smiling really kindly at me. I shouted and shouted until my SM came in and when I turned to point out the lady, saw she had gone.

Back to haunted home, as years went by I heard footsteps approach my bed, orbs of light in my room and things would move around, but I never saw anything.
One day my mum was hoovering downstairs and just felt something, so looked up to see a young ( teen ) girl stood in the middle of the room. She freaked !! Girl disappeared. My stepdad was a real cynic, didn't believe a word.
We went back to mums home country for a visit to family and when there called my stepdad to say hello ( he'd stayed home for work ) he was freaking out saying 'whatever it is in this house isn't happy that you've gone !' He never told us what happened, but it was enough to turn him into a believer !

More ..
Back to the young teen seen in our house. Our neighbour was coming round the corner to our house and saw a girl walking down our path, he was about to call out that we weren't in, when he said it was like she 'walked through a doorway' and just disappeared. After that we tried to find out who it was, works out a teen girl had hung herself in our house after falling pregnant - really sad !
We used to 'feel' when she was in the room and kind of leave her to it.
She never did me any harm ( her room was now mine ) but it felt like things had to be her way, if I moved my bed to another area in the room, the atmosphere changed until I moved it back.

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I used to feel in times of stress someone would sit on my bed, I'd literally feel the mattress sink, and a hand on my shoulder to comfort and once a stroke of my head. Usually this was ok, once it did scare me and I lay frozen ..
I still have bed visitors every now and then and last year had a 'maternal' type feeling around me, it was really strong, I was really stressed at the time and whoever it was just held my right shoulder, it was the calmest, most comforting feeling.

Also used to get a horrid feeling if ever alone in PILS old house. When I was first seeing DH I stayed over a lot. One night I woke really suddenly and found myself looking at a man stood next to the bed, he was quite short and bald. He had his head bowed, but I could see him looking at me, almost like he wanted to make sure I'd noticed him. At this point I looked out of the corner of my eye and saw DH lying there sound asleep, which made me sort of come to my senses - I was aware I was very much awake and that there was a man in the room. I squeezed my eyes shut and shook DH awake. He is very much a cynic and was saying I'd been dreaming it it was his brother sleepwalking ( no ! This guy was bald, DH has two hairy DB )
I insisted on sleeping with the light on. The next morning I again asked DH if he'd ever seen anything in his room before, and he admitted he often had seen a man, but would just roll over and go back to sleep as he assumed he was dreaming.

In this house, there is quite often something out of the corner of my eye, the top storey, I often hear walking about and toys going off. But I think it's just harmless and get a 'child' vibe. My middle DS once mentioned seeing someone on the stairs and I believe him .. Not scared as I honestly think there's more to fear from the living than the dead.

My DB, he came close to dying after a terrible asthma attack as a young boy, he told my DM that an angel had visited him, had said she was there to protect him, not to be scared and that everything was going to be all right and it wasn't his time.
Just lately he sent me a whatsapp saying he'd been having a recurring dream about our old ( haunted ) house and that at the back, an extension had been built and there were large windows in the back ... After a few weeks, he drove off to go and have a look and yep ! The house changed to how he'd seen it in his dreams !

I lived in a pretty creepy house growing up 60s/70s - it wasn't particularly old, a post war council house, just creepy and at times it had a really weird feeling to it. Some days I would come home for lunch from school (empty house) and just couldn't go in, other times I'd be happy alone in it in the dark.

My old Uncle would come to stay from time to time, get roaring drunk and start to tell us kids about the man who sat at the top of our stairs. tbf he was a drunk, but the top of the stairs was one of the most creepy parts - My brothers all used to wet the bed as they had to cross there to get to the toilet from their bedroom, I regularly used to fall down the stairs as tried to go down them so fast I felt like someone was behind me.

But, one late afternoon in winter - it's dark outside but maybe only about 5ish. I need to go up to my bedroom to grap something. I get up the stairs past the creepy bit and put my hand on the door handle - I gently push it open and all I can hear is raspy breathing.......slow raspy in and out....in and out......I am frozen to the spot, one hand on the handle and the other half way to the light switch..........gradually I start to unfreeze and am listening to the rasp....in.....and out....... and I suddenly realise.....that it is someone scraping snow on the pavement outside!!! :o

Anyway, I don't conciously recall having personally seen anything but was well creeped out. The biggest punishment ever in our family was being sent to our rooms - I can remember my brother begging my Dad to hit him instead :(

House was still bloody creepy. On the day we moved out my mum said.....I'll be glad to never ever step foot in that place again....I hope it burns down.

Roll on a few years and my sister ends up working with a guy who starts talking about this house he lives in and how it has a weird atmosphere and how his Sister claims to have seen a sinister looking bloke sitting at the top of the stairs.......turns out it was our old house that they moved into after we moved out.

My auntie .. She's now gone, bless her, but as a child she was lying in bed when her DDad came into the room and sat on her bed. He asked her not to turn the light on as he'd just come to say goodbye. At the same time my granny had heard footsteps going up the stairs, so she had gone up to see who it was, my aunt had said it was 'daddy'
Except it couldn't be, he was at war, they got the news shortly afterwards he'd been killed in action ...

DS told me one last night.
When we lived in our old house he had the room in the top floor next to the attic room. He would occasionally mention a man who would walk out if the attic room and chat to him for a while then go back in again. Not scary as such but DS was only about 6 at the time. Last night we were chatting about it because he'd remembered something odd about this man: he only had one shoe on.
I froze up when he said it, because what DS didn't know was that when we rewired the attic room (he was a baby when we did it) we found one odd very old workboot under the floorboards, along with a tobacco tin and a witch bottle.

I've got a brilliant one. It actually happened to family friends back in the 1990s, however they were the most down-to-earth bunch we know and not likely to invent things.

They had recently moved into a new (to them) house. It had a really huge living room which was because the previous owner - a young, semi-professional snooker player, had the snooker table in there. Sadly he had suffered from chronic depression and killed himself (hanged himself in that room i think). They weren't superstitious though and this didn't bother them (not sure they told their two DC that fact though.) They had a DS - about 10 I think, and a DD - about 8.

Shortly after they moved in they would regularly wake up in the morning to find all the windows on the ground floor open. They assumed this was their DS and told him to stop due to security etc. He point-blank denied any knowledge and was quite annoyed about the accusations.

This happened again and again, and the mother of the house was also suffering from terrible headaches. They never thought that there was anything supernatural about this but maybe thought one of the DC was sleep-walking.

Anyway - a few weeks later they had problems with their heating and a heating engineer was called. The engineer became very alarmed and told them that the boiler had to be condemned and that they were incredibly lucky that something terrible had not happened. It transpired that the boiler was pumping out Carbon Monoxide poisoning (which was the likely cause of DMs headaches).

The boiler was immediately replaced and they never experienced the windows being opened in the middle of the night again.

They are CONVINCED that the ghost of the snooker player was responsible for opening the windows in an effort to prevent them from getting too ill from the Carbon Monoxide and they also believe that, with hindsight, the fumes were responsible for his sudden and fatal depression.

Quite a nice ghost story but also so very sad.

I was having a nice walk last summer with dh and dc in the pram.

I can't explain why, but I had this sudden urge to cross the busy road there and then.
My dh was telling me to wait until we got to the road crossing but as he said it there was a gap in traffic and I crossed with the pram, he followed.

Within seconds of us reaching the pavement at the other side a car turning the corner stupidly fast lost control and smashed right into a house we had been walking past.

It was a pretty big crash driver was badly injured but Ok in the end. The car went through a wall then into the house. It ruined the houses foundations and it had to be restrengthened so a pretty big impact and if we hadn't moved I'm pretty sure we would have been injured quite badly at best.

U might think well that's not scary but it scared the shit out of me.
About 3 years ago I was sat watching TV with my DP and I got this horrible strong sense that something bad was going to happen, I didn't know what was going to happen and who to but I was hysterical, anyway my DP wanted to go to the shop but I wouldn't let him incase it was him that something bad was going to happen to him, he said I was being stupid and in the end I went to the shop with him (if he was going to die I wanted to die with him) so gets back from the shop and get a phone call off my mum saying her dog had had a heart attack after it was chasing a rabbit. I know it's only a dog so yeah disappointing end but how did I know that something bad was going to happen?
Also as a little girl I used to sprint up the stairs because it always felt like something was going to grab me anyway got older the feeling went and basically forgot about it never mentioned it to anyone until 20 years later my brother said he used to be scared of going up the stairs because he felt like something was going to get him so the same had happened to him.
My grandmas farm house is haunted my uncle wakes up to an old man sat at the end of his bed every morning then the ghost gets up and walks out of the window.

Oh March, that's actually quite a touching story . . .

I know right! :(

I don't think I believe in ghosts, but as far as stories go, ghosts coming back to help us makes a lot of sense to me.

If something bad or tragic happened to you, the thing that would be most likely to drive you to come back would be stopping it happening to somebody else. Hard to imagine you'd have the same drive to come back and just scare the shit out of people, unless you were just horrible.

Or you just didn't like them, of course. If I died and had the option to haunt, I could think of a few people I'd bug

this is a picture an old school aquantance posted on fb recently which was taken in his bedroom.

he and his wife seem quite sensitive and his wife had felt a presence pulling her hair etc when she was falling asleep.
the night before this picture was taken they had seen orbs in the bedroom as they were going to bed, so the next night (the night this pic was taken) he took his phone to bed in anticipation of capturing some orbs on film....

instead they got this!
he says it hovered for a few seconds over their bed, before disappearing.

its the most compelling photo ive seen, and probably more so because i am known to the person who took it.

Ultra Please come back and update us when you've been back there

I haven't really got any good stories - my maternal Grandparents had LOADS, I'll see if I can remember any good enough to post here.

Me and DH felt a bit funny in Oban Castle at sunset. We felt someone was watching us from up in the ruins, watching in a hostile way. DH not at all into things Woo but when I said I didn't like it, he said "me too, let's get out of here NOW" and we pegged it back down the hill! What's funny is I googled it to see if it had any stories attached to it - and someone had posted a story exactly the same as our experience, ie. a very threatening atmosphere and feeling of being watched..

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That photo is creepy, Something.

What are the black stripes at the top? Beams? Why is one very sharply defined when the others are blurred?