Come forth with your spooky/ghostly/creepy tales......

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Ready for Hallowe'en!
Have been waiting for someone else to come forward.....
I love the ghostly threads on here!! Can we keep to the creepy tales from the crypt and not people telling us they don't believe in them pretty please?![thismile]

In my twenties I was very lonely. I'd finished a career in the music business and was a bit adrift. I was renting a flat on the top floor of a mansion house. There was a window in the eaves I used to sit and look out of, at the fallen leaves as they were gathered by the autumn wind and swept into whirling shapes on the gravel of the forecourt In front of the house.

One time I had been out shopping and for lunch and when I got back I glanced up at my window and I saw myself sat there, a pale face framed by dark hair, with the darker interior behind, Just watching.

bumping in case anyone has any more...I've read the one linked up as far as it goes...

uriGeller how unsettling......did that become a turning point for you?- and hopefully you moved on and life improved?

Thank you to all the posters..... :0)

Place marking. I've had two ghostly I think experiences. First one when I was around 11/12 I was hanging out the washing and looked upstairs to my bedroom window where clear as day I saw my mum staring down looking at me, only it wasn't my mum she was behind the kitchen door cleaning out the fridge, I personally think it was my granny in her younger years.

Second a few weeks ago I was awoken by someone sitting on my bed I felt the bed move when they sat up and walked away too, terrified me it did!

Ooh, just seen this, should have checked before I started my thread. Can I refer you to the thread I just started called "something strange is happening right now".

Just place marking but will update later at home with a few stories

My grandad died when I was 3.

My mum told me he was now a shining star in the sky.

For months after he died my mum would find me asleep on the window ledge even though there was no way I could climb up there myself.

I have a couple that I've told before.

We have a small field where we keep chickens, occasionally we'll go and camp up there, no electricity, homemade loo, right next door to an old church complete with graveyard.
We stayed up with some friends and in the afternoon decided to go and have a look round the graveyard. It has a very peaceful feel to it, not spooky at all.

One friend had a three yr old dd. on the way back into our field, the little girl stopped and said "Can't Bob come in?"
Her dm asked who Bob was, the dd replied he was a little boy with yellow eyes, and he wouldn't come through the gate.
We were all a bit freaked out camping that night.
Dh and I always say a silent hello to Bob when we go to the field!

The other one - I was cleaning at a big house in our village, beautiful house but quite spooky.
I was alone in the house, cleaning a loo which was 12 ft away from the door, where the light pull was. As I was cleaning, the light switch pulled and swung from side to side!
In the same house, I was hoovering at the bottom of the stairs (at the top of them there was a huge window with sun pouring through). As I hoovered, I could see a person shaped shadow as if someone was standing at the top of the stairs, in front of the window. Again I was alone in the house. When I stopped and turned round to properly look, the shadow disappeared. There were no clouds in the sky at all.
It was very scary! I know someone who used to be a nanny in the house, she had loads of stories to tell!

My childhood home was haunted too. You could always hear people walking around upstairs when you were downstairs and there was no one up there. Doors would slam even when no one else was in and you knew the door in question was locked. Stuff disappeared, reappeared and even on one memorable occasion, moved right in front of my eyes.

I was alone in the house one night when I was about 17, my parents had gone to pick my sister up from her friends house. An ornament on the hearth began to shake, rattling against the tiles. Suddenly it lifted itself up, over the fender and landed on the rug in front of me! I was terrified, I had already heard a load of banging around upstairs so I didn't dare leave the living room! When my family got home I told them about it and the banging and slamming around upstairs continued, it was a very active night. I only once saw a ghost in the house though, I was doing my mascara in my sisters mirror and I saw a woman walk out of my parents bedroom and down the stairs.

My mum died in the house a few years later and I remember going to bed one night, having washed my hair and left my soaking wet towel on the end of my bed, something she used to frequently tell me off for. I was about to move it but thought 'why bother? Mum's not here to tell me off anymore'. The next morning I woke up to find the towel neatly folded on my pillow, next to my face.

My lovely gf had dementia and had sadly been bedridden, barely talked, in fact barely moved. Weeks before he died he started to talk about how his own mother was there and getting upset he couldn't reach her as she was on the other side of the door. I don't know, my non woo side can explain it away as ramblings, the other side of me finds it comforting. A friend works in a elderly care ward in a hospital and says it isn't uncommon to find elderly patients talking about dead relatives coming to visit to them shortly before they pass away.

Morrigu my friend is a nurse and says it's such a regular occurrence...relatives coming to "collect" the dying that she firmly believes that it actually happens. She's seen the faces of people light up with joy when they "see" their loved ones coming.

Oh that gave me proper shivers Claw. Im not sure what I make of it, just know that I found it an odd turn of phrase especially given his bed was facing the window with the door behind him and unable to move by himself by then so not like he was looking at a door.

Have a few more stories from when we lived in a haunted house but will have to save them for later as the dc are clamouring for the tablet.

I can confirm the relatives coming to collect is true, imo anyway.

Many yrs ago, my dear gps lost their first born son to a horrific rta, it was just before Christmas and he was 18. They never got over it and it left my dear, lovely gf a shadow of himself.

When my gm was near death's door we all gathered round her bedside to say our goodbyes, near the time of her passing, my Aunt and cousin were sitting with her and my gm looked to the end of the bed and smiled the most beautiful smile and said 'At last, i knew i'd see you again' then about a min later she passed away.

We like to think it was her precious first born son coming to collect her. Sadly my dear gf has now passed, and also my aunt and cousin. It has been a very sad time for our family and I'm still struggling if i'm honest.

One of my other cousins dd is psychic and will come out with random bits now and again, one such occasion was a couple of years ago, one of their neighbours had just passed away, she was 31 and had gone to bed with a headache and never woke up. It was a couple of mths afterwards and my cousin and a few of the other neighbours were having a get together in one of their houses, and my cousins dd, who was 3 at the time, kept looking to the side of the sofa and wouldn't move by there. She told the room that Aunty XXX was sitting there and listening to them all (my cousins dd calls all my cousins friends aunty) this freaked them out as 'Aunty XXX' was always the first to suggest get togethers and loved a good chin wag.

I could go on but I think I have hogged enough of this thread.

Oh YAY! I've been waiting for this! Place marking.

Chants Spooky thread, spooky thread, spooky thread.

Yes DH was away with his work.

I woke up startled as I heard faint whistling. Then I saw a bright white light move sideways toward the curtain. Must be lightning I thought. Looked out of the window and it was a calm night.

Very peculiar experience but think it might have been a waking dream.

Or maybe not...

I used to run a very old pub. So old it had blocked up tunnels in the cellar.

I lived there all alone for 6 months, which looking back amazes me, but most of the time it was fine, other times the atmosphere would change and things would happen.

I often felt watched in the cellar. One day as I was changing a keg I felt dh (then dp) slip his arms around me waist. I turned around laughing and nobody was there. I shot up the steps, only to find the door locked. I had the only key, fortunately still attached to my belt and not back down in the cellar.

I often caught a glimpse of a little girl of about 5 or 6 with long dark hair. A new customer told me off one night because my little girl was sitting on the stairs crying quietly in her nightdress. I had no children then.

Dh shouted at a bloke one night after closing, thought he must have fallen asleep in the loo because he wandered out of the corridor at 1am and then he disappeared. When we checked the CCTV it had all cut out for a couple of minutes before and after. On a digital system.

We were having a post shift drink one night when we heard rattling, then an almighty crash. When I got behind the bar all the (clean) drip trays were in a line under the corresponding taps, but on the floor. When I looked at the CCTV it was there plain as day. They shook, jumped up out of their holders and landed on the floor, all at the same time.

The wardrobe in my room was so old it had hanging rails that ran from front to back instead of straight across. The doors were on sliders too and really noisy, but every morning the doors would be open, despite me closing them when I went to bed. Took me ages to notice that though!

When DS was about 2 he stayed over night at PIL's house. They had to go out after DS had gone to bed so asked BIL to keep an ear out for him using the baby monitor.

A while later BIL heard DS start to cry and was just about to go round to him when he heard a woman's voice on the baby monitor say 'shhh, it's alright' and the crying stopped. He assumed MIL had come back early but they were actually still out! There was no way anyone else could have been in the house....

We think it was DH's grandmother who used to live there looking after DS. We have seen her sitting in a chair too when the children have been asleep upstairs and we have been outside.

Had a dream (I won't go into the long details) about a teenager who had died, woke up with this very weird peacefulness I've never felt before or since and a burning desire to tell the mum about it. Only turns out the bit that felt most significant in the dream had a big detail unknown to anyone except the dad. We both felt a bit freaked out but the dream was a comforting one

About 20 years ago DH and I were staying in an old hotel in Preston near the station. Our room was at the end of a long corridor and the door faced up the corridor. We were woken during the night by the sound of a loud fast tapping on the door, as if by a long hard finger nail. We both shot up in bed calling who's there? The tapping continued until DH reached out and switched on the light - the second the light came on the tapping stopped. We didn't hear any footsteps walking away. We were too freaked out to check the corridor!

Years later I told my mum the story, she and my Dad were also staying in the same hotel that night on the floor above. She said she had been kept awake by the sound of something heavy being dragged backwards and forwards in the attic above.

Both of us were so spooked at the time that we hadn't liked to say anything.

These are flipping me out!

Love a good ghost thread.

There's been quite a few spooky things happen over the years, but most recently a couple of things have happened to DH in the last month or so. The first incident involved a tube of toothpaste throwing itself across the floor, then 2 weeks ago DH was in the bathroom and someone pulled the door handle down twice. He assumed it was one of the kids trying to get in and asked them what they wanted, but when he came out, the kids were asleep and I was downstairs. He was quite weirded out. I've not experienced a bathroom obsessed poltergeist before! The house is only about 12 years old so it's all a bit odd.

loving these! sorry have none to add - I do wish I could see a ghost

I have quite a few:

1. When I was 12 I had a dream that I was standing on a cliff edge looking out to sea watching an ocean tanker sinking. It was like I was looking through a viewfinder of a video camera, it was dark but could see the outline of the tanker up on end and people around me were speaking in another language. When I woke I thought nothing of it, went to Kingston on the bus with my friend. On the way home she asked me if I'd heard about the ship that sank that morning off the coast of Denmark (or other scandinavian country) - I hadn't. I told my mum about it expecting her to scoff and she just said "yeah, you've always been a bit strange like that!" Now I go through phases of premonition, sometimes having many in the course of a few months, other times nothing.

1. My Auntie Bea died when I was 19, passed away at a ripe of age of 89 in the middle of December. We were at her funeral in a freezing church and the vicar was in the middle of his sermon when he stopped, and walked over to my dad. Right in the middle of the passage that he was reading, had landed a very sprightly (for the middle of winter) bumblebee. The vicar said "we're giving you a send off Bea, off you go" - the bee took off and flew straight out the only open window (which was small) - couldn't have written it!

1. My younger brother died 2 years ago from cancer. I live overseas and at the time he passed, had a lovely boss who had 3 daughters of her own. She emailed me shortly after her own wedding in April this year to send me photos and told me that her youngest daughter was born "in the caul" and one of the characteristics of these children is the gift of "sight" - anyway, she told me that one morning in June 2012, her daughter walked into the room chattering away and just said "mummy I've just seen Spencer. He's a really lovely man!" - my friend knew then that my brother had passed and sure enough, it was the morning that he died. Her daugher doesn't know anyone called Spencer and my friend never talked about him to her kids.

My mum was staying with me when my friend emailed me this story and both of us took such comfort from it.

1. When I was 15 on summer holidays after my GSCEs', my friends mum took myself and my sister to go and see her "reader" down in Brighton. Turns out this woman was clearly highly respected given the newspaper cuttings of her with dignitaries and royalty.

Anyway, i went first and chose a palm, crystal ball and tarot read. She asked me to sit down, put my cassette in her recorder and asked me my name, that was it. She spoke so quickly that it was hard keeping up. She said, amongst other things, that I was very musical and would be going off to study music. She saw a man with long blond hair and motorcycles, a friend with the initial L who I would become very close to; the passing of an elder lady who I loved dearly.

I was, at the end of that summer, going off to study music at BRIT school, met my college boyfriend who yes, had long blond hair and rode motorbikes and my good friend with the initial L who I ended up in a relationship with for 4 years. My nana fell ill a week after my reading and died after a short illness.

I tried to hunt her down again when I was back in the UK but don't even remember what she was called, only that her reading turned out to be very accurate!

I'm a bright spark, me. I'm reading it just before I go off to my night shift, running a very old, very haunted pub! On my own.

Will be shitting numerous bricks when I lock up tonight

I am not a believer but when we lived in a very old cottage some years back, it had a certain reputation and no-one stayed there long. I would wake at night and often hear what I can only describe as "traditional" music. I am not easily scared and would get up and search the house for the source and often the voices. I would even go into the garden at 3 am to search everywhere as it annoyed me I could not find a normal explanation for this regular occurrence.

My husband thought I was losing my mind. I would also get up to odours in the house such as a strong smell of damp and I would actually sniff and fee the walls to find the source and even got my surveyor friend in with a damp meter but it was dry.

After a few months, an elderly neighbour casually said to me " have you heard them yet?"

After christmas my husband came to collect me and the children from a panto and was quiet on the way home. He told me the people upstairs had been particularly noisy whilst I was out.