Time for another spooky stories thread?

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I know how much I enjoyed reading previous scary story threads so thought I'd start another and start with my own.

Now I always thought I had imagined this but after meeting up with my sister last week and getting on to this found out she remembers this too.

We both had a friend in the village who lived in a long house with an old barn out back, looked fairly normal had a ladder in the middle which took you up to the top level and the roof had a roof light window in it. Anyway this friend told us it was haunted and we thought she was having us on until she knocked on the door and an almighty bang answered, this kept happening. Then once it had stopped stuff started flying out of the roof window! Old sacks and old stove kettles etc! We were so scared but went in and no one was in there just totally empty. We then went in the house and said to friends mum and she said it must have been her dad but her dad was in the living room!

Needless to say I've never forgotten this and my sister obviously hasn't either.

So now I've started anyone else want to add any??

I guess FattyNinjaOwl But the kids were only given one form each, color coded (as in blue, orange etc) for each school.

Guess it'd take a sick kid to bother photocopying a colored sheet onto another colored sheet pretending to be a dead kid.

Okay a daft one but it has always made me wonder.

Once we were travelling down the M6, early evening. DH was driving and moved into the outside lane to overtake a car and for a few seconds we were alongside the car we were overtaking, and because we have a 4 by 4, I was sort of looking down into the car we were overtaking.

The driver of the car slowly turned his head and looked up at me, as if he knew I was watching him, and his face was like an absolute caricature of something evil: very thin and gaunt with unnaturally slanted eyes. We locked gazes for a few seconds until our car overtook and I was completely terrified.

After we'd passed I started saying to DH, "Put your foot down, put your foot down", and trying to see in the mirror if we'd left the car behind us. Really really freaky but still very clear in my mind.

I have one that is probably very easily explained, but I haven't thought too much about it to be honest.

DM died on my first day of uni. A friend from secondary school and I went to this uni together, and rented a flat on the sea front that was in an old hotel that had been converted into student flats. Still had a lot of the old hotel things, lovely big reception desk in dark wood, metal grate door on the ancient lift, etc. When I came to uni after DM's funeral I liked to spend a lot of time in the living room, as it had a view over the sea. Found it v calming - I have always had anxiety issues and panic attacks, never had one in that room. My friend wouldn't go in there a lot, as she had the bigger bedroom and a big TV. At the end of the year when I moved out, my Dad came to pick me up first, so she was alone in the flat with her DM for a bit. They were moving her bits out and her DM did a last look around the flat to check we hadn't left anything. They went down to reception to hand over the keys to our landlady, and friend's DM (who is very no nonsense and ex-navy) asked if our friend would let himself out. She said she had seen a boy, 18 or so in the living room looking sadly out the window, and he had told her that he would miss us living there. Friend was adamant that no one else was in the flag that day, and our landlady told them that other people had reported a ghost of a teenage boy enjoying the view in their flats.

Can all be easily explained away, but part of me wonders if that teenage boy helped me whilst I was grieving DM.

My Df was an anaesthetist, which I only mention to try and establish credibility (his, not mine!)

One day when he was a young doctor he was studying in a house that the university had annexed. There was no one else there - Dad had let himself in as he had previously been given a key by the caretaker. The room was on the top floor of the house near the end of a corridor.

He was trying to memorise something he'd just read so had his head on the desk in front of him. He gradually became aware of footsteps coming along the corridor, heard the door to the room he was in opening and heard the footsteps carry on right up to where he was sat at a table in the middle of the room. Up to this point he'd not been worried at all, assuming that the caretaker had returned and was bringing him some tea as he sometimes did. But when nobody spoke and no tray was put on the table next to him, Dad looked up and saw nothing and nobody.

Df never went so far as to say he'd experienced something ghostly but he would always use that story as an illustration of something that he couldn't rationally explain, and used to say that that was one of the scariest episodes of his life.

beards I came across some very sick kids in school. Some of them would have found that funny

I have a few stories...

I was once in the computer room with my mum. I left to get some crisps. As I walked away I could hear her talking. I kept saying "what?" She'd talk, I'd say what, after a bit I said "I'll get my crisps then you can tell me". When I went back to the computer room I asked my mum to stray from the beginning and she said "you know what's funny? I didn't say a word. Who were you talking to?" It was only the two of us in the house and we lived far from other houses so you couldn't hear other people.

Mum and I stayed at a friends house while they were on holiday. I was sat on the top bunk of a bed with the door shut. I heard the door handle slowly open. Then the door slowly pushed open and then the cat ran out. I thought my mum was playing games so I went to find her, she was half way through a timed game on the computer. No explanation as to what happened there.

I was babysitting. A cold breeze blew past my shoulders and the cat (who usually cuddled up to me) stood in front of me staring and hissing, then I heard the baby cry. I went to her room. She was stood in her cot. The floor boards under the rocking chair were creaking but it wasn't either of us causing it. I settled her back down. I left the room. The same thing happened. So I eventually ha must took her out of the room and cuddled her in the lounge.

I knew my grandad was dying and my dad was flying over from Canada. I looked to the stars and prayed to whoever was listening. I asked that either my grandad get better or that he die peacefully as soon as my dad was able to say goodbye in person. In the middle of the night I woke up to a knock on my door. The door was open and no one was there. I saw a tall shadow and felt like it was my grandad although it could very well have been clothes forming shadows. I looked at my phone and just as I did it started to ring. It was my sister to tell me that as soon as my dad had arrived to say goodbye that my grandad passed away.

Just before DS1 was 3 we moved into an old house with an even older barn. The first time DS1 was taken into the barn to look around he looked up at a huge beam and said "a girl was hanged up there".

We did some investigating and it seems there had been some sort of incident about two hundred years before. We were shocked by what he said as it didn't seem the sort of phrase to be in his vocabulary at that age. He also was completely unbothered by the whole idea of what might have happened.

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A few more I nvolving my son.

We have a video monitor. One night I turned it on to see a woman standing at the foot of my son's bed. I was frozen to the spot (great parenting hey? Oops). By the time I could gather words to tell my husband she vanished. I tapped him and he looked at me and said "what's up? You look like you've seen a ghost". I think I did... Never saw her again, no idea if it was an imprinted image or what. She literally vanished but the screen didn't flicker of anything.

My son never liked sleeping in one particular room at my MIL's house. Even if I slept in there with him he wanted to be in bed with me rather than his own cot. Could only move him once he was asleep. (We stayed there for three months between selling and buying houses. One night I left him on the bed for a minute while I popped to the loo. I heard him crying. So I ran into the room. As I opened the door he was desperately holding on to the other side trying to get out. I picked him up and asked what was wrong and he said "mummy, I'm scared". He was only just two, and had only just started talking... We'd never used the word scared around him.

A few nights later my husband was out of the room to get ready for work (he gets up at 4am). I woke to the sound of a thump. I saw his phone on the floor, assumed I kicked it off the bed. I told him when he came back to the room that I kicked it off the bed and he said it was on the to stand... The next morning same thing happened but hubby saw the phone literally fly off the to stand.

When we moved in to our new house, which is a new build. My son said "look at man go upstairs". No mention of him since and no strange feelings but a very odd thing to say when it was just the two of us at home.

DH's dad died four years ago and he pops up every now and again. He died suddenly and unexpectedly at home and I am certain he hangs out there still; when DH and I have stayed over at his Mum's place I've woken up feeling like there's someone sitting on the end of the bed, when we went there to tell MIL we were expecting, the lights in the living room and kitchen flickered on and off until we left to home, and sorting through a box of his things a few months ago, the door adjoining the room we were in just creaked backwards and forwards and we had more flickering lights. It's totally non threatening, and kind of nice to know he's still around.

I used to work with people who had acquired brain injury or neurological conditions. One evening one of the residents became really distressed and started shouting and pointing at the wall. His speech wasn't very clear but I could clearly make out him saying 'go away' and 'fuck off'. I asked him what was wrong and he said 'it's me, there" while pointing at the wall. This carried on for quite a while. The next morning another resident on the other side of the building explained how he had woken up and seen himself staring back at him! I'm not sure how I would react if I ran into myself!! Several residents would also talk about the little girl who would come and sit in their wheelchairs.

On our holiday recently I had gone to bed without dh (he is a night owl) He often wakes me up when he comes to bed later and on this occasion he came into the to the room while I was dozing and I heard his footsteps as he came round to my side of the bed and woke me up. When I opened my eyes there was no one there and he wasn't even in the room. I dismissed it and the next night the kids were both up and unsettled in the middle of the night (very unusual for them) and I got into bed with my daughter and tried to get back to sleep when she said "who's that mummy?" I said what are you talking about and she said "whose that person stood next the bed"? I told her there was no one there it was just the curtain and she said "I can see the curtain but who is that man stood next to the wardrobe by the bed." I said I don't know but let's go and find daddy!!

Ds 3 was only a newborn and i was sitting upstairs in my bedroom.I was on the bed feeding him,looking out on to the landing.My son goes from teh toilet in to his room.Nothing strange about that,except about 20 seconds later the same son comes up the stairs and it to his room.It really freaked me out,ii went in and there was only him in the room.

I studied and worked at Glasgow School of Art, which was 100 years old in 2009. I used to work late and sit down for a cup of tea with the janitors, who told me all sorts of stories. The photography building and 1st year design building are linked by an underground corridor with swing doors at either end. One night, I was told, the doors at both ends were swinging like mad and wouldn't stop (as if someone was pushing them hard, there was no wind down there). The backshift janitors saw this on the CCTV and came down to investigate. Right enough, the doors were crashing off the walls. Eventually they called the police, who could find no reason for what was happening and put it down as 'unexplained disturbance.' After a few hours, it stopped.

Now, I've no idea if the jannies were taking the piss, but they seemed pretty serious! And the 1st year design building was apparently used as a mortuary at one point, hence its long, narrow lift.

When I was six, I was helping my mum sort out some things and came across a picture of a guy in his thirties sitting on a wall. I said, "Look, Mummy, there's Richard!" She asked me who he was and I said, "He's my friend. He comes and sits on my bed and tells me stories after you say goodnight." Richard was my mum's first husband, whom I'd never heard about. He died seven years before I was born.

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my lovely mum died in July, I am not woo at all but at the end of august DH and I went to pick up DS2 from Uni in Brighton it was really hot and sunny so I went to get my sunglasses out and nestled under them in the snap shut case was a small white feather, can't imagine how it got in there but I had a strong sense it was from mum, silly I know but I like to believe it was her.

Just after my dd had been buried, I dropped the other children off at school and went to the cemetery to see her. It was a grim morning and the place was deserted. I got very upset at the idea of my baby being left alone. She was so tiny it broke my heart and went against my instincts as a mother. Before I was due to go collect the dc at school I had the urge just to go back and be with her again. When I arrived there there was an old man in a long brown coat stood at the foot of her grave and praying. I became really teary, in a good way. My baby wasn't alone. I can't explain how much him being with her meant to me. I hung back and let him finish. Then when he did I made my way to her grave. He signalled in a way as if to ask if it was my baby, and I nodded and thanked him for visiting her.
I squatted down to be closer to her, I always put my hand on the soil like I'm tucking her in, and the old man walked on, behind me as if to go to one of the newer graves (long narrow cemetery with the older graves towards the entrance and the newer graves towards the back) When I got up to go I turned to thank the man again and there was no one there. To leave he would have had to walk past me, there is no other exit, and yet he was nowhere to be seen.

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Whoever he was, and whether he was alive or not, what a lovely gesture from him.
I always bow my head as a pass the children's graves in my local cemetery, and say a silent prayer, and I'm not even overly religious.

I am a relatively un-woo person, but have always had a soft spot for things like 'mist haunted'. One of these "won't believe something until i see it" people. DH is a research scientist and about as un-woo/debunking as you can get.

Summer 2001 and I had moved into DHs (then DPs) room in a shared house in Cambridge. He was working, I had just finished uni and was looking for a job so we could save up to rent a place of our own.

The other inhabitants of the house were all professionals, and out of the house during the day.

The house was a mid-terrace. No idea what date but must have been late 1800s. It had a big extension on the back that housed the kitchen and a downstairs bathroom. Our room was what would have been the living room downstairs at the front. You had to walk through back room (used as a living room) to get to kitchen/bathroom.

I never particularly felt scared in the house, but did always feel uneasy in the back room, especially where the under stairs cupboard was. I always wanted to rush through to get through room as quickly as possible. Had also felt a bit uneasy in kitchen at nighttime when looking into garden as always had the sensation that if I looked at the window I'd see the reflection of something behind me.

Midweek, I had been up since DH left for work and I had heard/seen all other housemates leave. I had been in all day and was 100% certain I was the only person in the house.

1:30pm ish and I was in the kitchen at the worktop making a sandwich. Where I was standing was about 4 metres away from the backroom. Out of the corner of my eye, going across the back room, was a hooded figure. It was going from a corner where there was only a window, across to the under stairs cupboard. Essentially looked like a gliding black hooded cape, but I knew it was a figure. Definitely gliding and not walking. The minute I turned to look it disappeared. I didn't feel scared but I certainly felt spooked!

The worst bit was about a month later, watching something vaguely 'spooky' on tv and it got to an advert break. We'd been discussing something and then for some reason had got on to the house. I mentioned, reluctantly to DH about hooded figure as I knew he'd tell me to stop being daft and that it was all in my head. The reaction I got back wasn't what I was expecting - he told me I had described exactly the same thing he had seen a couple of weeks earlier, but he hadn't wanted to say anything to me as he knew I had an overactive imagination and didn't want to freak me out.

My first degree was psychology and we did have a lecturer who taught paranormal psychology. He had been involved in a study where vibrations from a piece of electronic machinery (?air con unit) were causing hallucinations/uneasy feelings when people we stood at a certain point on the wavelength of the vibration took the air con unit out, all complaints from workers stopped). I keep telling myself it was vibrations from the fridge about a metre away from where I was standing that was the cause...

My dad used to love singing and was always singing or whistling to himself around the house - it used to drive us nuts. He used to sing to me at bedtime; not nursery rhymes or anything but all his favourite 60's songs, his absolute favourite of which was Bridge Over Troubled Water. One of my most vivid early memories was of him singing that to me.

Anyway, my dad died suddenly and without warning when I was in my early teens. I was out at the time and came home to find he had died. Obviously I was terribly shocked and was struggling with my emotions. A couple of days later my Mum was going to the Chapel of Rest to see him for the last time. I decided I couldn't cope with going there so I stayed at home and my mum went with some other relatives. As soon as I was left in the house on my own I got myself into a bit if a state. I was crying and the house felt so empty and sad I felt panicky and was freaking out a bit. I went up to my mum & dads room and sat on his side of the bed. The house was so quiet I switched on the radio next to his bed. For a couple of seconds it was silent, then as if someone had pressed the play button, Bridge Over Troubled Water started playing. I was frozen to the spot and just sat and listened all the way through. I can't say it actually made me feel better at the time, but over the years it gas given me a lot of comfort.

Obviously it could have been a coincidence, but the timing was absolutely spot on. And over the years I have had other 'signs' at significant times, particularly if I have been upset or worried, that have made me feel that he is still around

we bought a rather rundown but charming five bed semi with a very large garden last year. Estate agent disclosed previous occupant had taken her own life here but we assumed she was old and I'll and the house had lovely bones and great light and we could see past the tattiness.

I'd just got divorced and DP wasn't living here so it was just me and my two kids and a lot of DIY.

Anyway we did some work on the third floor which is just a guestroom and until I put the Xbox up there recently, went weeks without anyone going up we ripped out the water tanks hidden behind a wall and for a while had a gaping hole in the wall which spooked me so I had it fixed and then decorated. It's not quite finished but it is now at least tastefully painted and brighter (it was dark green walls and ceiling before).

However, it scares the shit out of me! If I'm up there alone I feel really sad and the kids won't go up there alone at all! And a seven year old female relative who knew nothing of the history told my DP that she'd enjoyed meeting the 'lady who lives upstairs'.

Anyway today we were due to have DD's room replastered so she was to sleep up there. She lasted ten seconds. Came down white as a sheet and tearful asking if I would please put her bed back together so she could sleep in her normal room! She won't say what's wrong but she's terrified.

I tried asking 'her' to move on from the room once, waving incense with the windows open but the room just went cold and it stopped for a few days.

Sooner or later I'm going to have to tie down the woman next door, who found the previous occupant and ask her for the real story, because the rumours are rather odd!

who what are the rumours?

I've got one from last winter. I actually feel pretty stupid writing it, because I've convinced myself I was imagining things and that I'm just being silly. I haven't told anyone, even DH who works in the same place.

BUT. Here is what my eyes saw, even if they were just playing tricks on me and I swear to God this is what they saw.

I work night shifts occasionally in a major engineering company. It was my second shift, and it was about 10 at night (3 hours after start time). I went into the ladies' loo, which is on the other side of the building to the office. I was fairly new, so I didn't know there was a ladies inside round the corner; it just didn't have a sign on it. So I was forever trekking out and round.

There are a few other women who work the night shift as well, but it's uncommon we bump into one another unless on break.

I was in the loo, doing what I had to do. Heard the door open, and another woman came in and went into the cubicle next to me (there's only two in the first place). She made no noise, so I finished up quickly and flushed the loo and stamped about a bit because I thought she must be embarrassed about her wee sounds or something. Hey, it happens.

I went to the sink which is at the end of the cubicles and washed my hands. I noticed a black smudge on my nose and stayed while I ran the water warm to heat it a little to wash my face. At this point I heard the cubicle door open, no flushing. I bent over to wash my face in the sink, and felt someone behind me. I instinctively looked behind me because I hadn't seen anyone in the mirror and there was a girl I hadn't seen before in work clothes with a company hi-vis jacket on drawing up to the side of me to wash her hands in the next basin. We did a kind of smile 'hello' thing you do sometimes.

I looked back the mirror and she wasn't reflected. She was standing there (I could see her in my peripheral vision) but there was no reflection. I finished up as calmly as I could, because we were alone in that toilet.

I walked out, and sprinted back to my office. Never used that toilet since, and never seen her since either.

I've told myself it's a trick of the light.