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??

My Mum died in January 2011. Before she died, whilst in hospice, we had a conversation about death and jokingly I asked her to come back and visit me if she could. I also asked her to 'send' me a baby as DH and I had been trying for #2 for 3 years. The Christmas before she died she bought me a charm entitled 'Mother's heart' for my bracelet. She died a few weeks later at the end of January and shortly afterwards I bought an angel charm to go on the same bracelet.

Fast forward a few months and I had a very vivid dream involving my Mum and her Mum (who'd died in the early 90's). It was a lovely comforting dream in which I was just really happy to see them and had totally forgotten that they'd gone. Anyway when I woke up, on the back of my hand were the imprints of the angel charm and the 'mother's heart' charm. There are at least 15 charms on my bracelet and it was odd that they were the only two that left a mark. I truly believe Mum had visited me and the marks were to just let me know she'd been.

In December 2011, 11 months after she died and just before Christmas I found out I was pregnant with DC2. I like to think that it was her way of making sure the first Christmas without her was a happy one and that she'd indeed 'sent' him to us.

Fattyninjaowl: we know some of them to be true...she was in her mid fifties and had suffered mental health issues and depression for ten years before taking her own life. We know our neighbour found her and dances on the doorstep but is reticent to come further inside, she looks spooked whenever I mention the previous owner.

We know the family were here for thirty five ish years, the dad left and after their mum died (previous owner) I think her daughter died too.

The locals tell me she was a tree hugging 'not of this earth' type and someone locally asked if ours was the house where the lady hung herself in the orchard. Very few properties round here have orchards and we are the only semi with one.

The top room is the only place you can see the orchard from.

Also when we moved in, the relatives had clearly cleaned up and stripped the place and left loads of stuff in the bin including loads of incontinence pants. Now I know sometimes people in their fifties have issues but it struck me as odd to have so many in one go (twenty plus at least).

Then there are the postcards. When we first moved in we kept finding postcards in odd places, then on furniture, some of the between mother and son. We found them quite charming but there must have been 50 of them. You'd be painting a room and spot them lying by the skirting board when they were not there when you started.

We have agreed with the children the Xbox can be moved out of there as my DS has told me he's also scared up there.

I have a couple!

We moved to a big Victorian pile of a place when I was 9. We were only the 4th family to live there. With one family where 3 of the children never married and all grew old and died in the place. I would often hear children discussing whether they should wake me up and I just knew my room had been their playroom (we later discovered that it had been). The house always had a welcoming feel - it was always warm (even when freezing cold). The people we bought it from said the house chose it's owners not the other way round. I thought this was a bit silly until mum came to sell the place. I was there for a few viewings and you could tell when they didn't like an owner (creaks, doors slamming, the loft ladder falling out - things that they had never done to us!). When the right family turned up mum said she could feel the house relax. She accepted less than she'd been offered by others! I never felt anything but warmth there.

When my best friend was pregnant she didn't find out what it was and didn't share names with anyone apart from the father. DD1 during the summer of her pregnancy started talking to an imaginary friend. It was a boy with a particular name. I thought nothing of it - she was 2.5 it's what they do. When at the hospital being birth partner I was put in charge of friends mobile. Saw the name choices in a text to the father. I hadn't told friend about the imaginary friend but the boys name was the name they chose for a boy. The baby was a boy. DD1 imaginary friend disappeared after she met the baby.

My grandfather could predict people's deaths. He rarely talked about it (it was rather morbid and he was a lot of fun generally) but he knew the time of most the family. I don't like to think about it as I have a knack for it as well - I can also predict the sex of family babies - no one else's just family and I just knew when my sister fell pregnant (she knew with me as well).

Someday science will explain it all. Too many people have had woo experiences for it to all be suggestion and wishful thinking.

Coffeethrow My brother told me that too, about the extensions in lifts for coffins when my sister moved to a block. Ever since I've felt weird in lifts - is it actually true?

Shadow people... Apparitions, I think.

My mum has always told me NEVER do a Ouiji board. I've always wanted to do one then she stressed the point that they actually do work! Before she got married, she was with some friends and DP at the time. They were sitting around the table, with the glass and letters etc. She said they were all giggling, thinking it wont work. They were laughing it off. Then the glass started to move. They laughed again, accusing each other of pushing it around. Until it got faster, and some of her friends fingers slipped off the glass. I think they managed to get a Monkey Boy (the boys who cleaned chimneys) and a little girl who were both killed. The way my mum describes it is so much better as they had brief answers with them. I can't remember what she said about how the girl died. My mum said it carried on going round and round. It spelt out her middle name and the glass flew off the table and on to her lap. Apparently they all legged it after that. Her friend's mum had a right go for doing in their house or something.

I have a few weird things that have happened, but don't know if I should share, they're quite personal. I never believed in this stuff really until something else happened to my mum.

Oh and there is something else. DP and I were ahem having grown up time up there and we suddenly became VERY uncomfortable, in fact I started crying without knowing why and DP felt like we were not alone. We are both skeptics so a logical explanation would be lovely, thanks.

Oh, ERM, well, was the "adult time" OK? If not I understand why you cried. If it was then, nope, no logical explanation coming from me.

My uncle used to work nights, one day he was asleep on the sofa during the day, the rest of the family were all out. He woke up and saw his mother-in-law, my nan, standing in his lounge, she had died a few months or so previously. She appeared much younger, in her 30's and she was holding the hands of two little girls and laughing. After a few moments they vanished. My nan had actually been to that house when she had been around that age, her and my grandad had viewed it to buy it and had known the owners slightly, her two youngest daughters would have been around the age he had seen too, one of them would've been his wife as a little girl. Who knows if it was a dream.. he might have known that she had visited the house in the past but had possibly forgotten about it.. Strange that it happened to him and not his wife who's mum it was.

I also know a family who regularly see people in old fashioned clothes in their garden, opening and closing gates that aren't there! Definitely believe in time overlaps, not sure about other types of ghosts yet.

My son is 2 and keeps telling me about his "friend". I thought it was a friend from nursery but I've checked with them and there is no child by this name or any similar name there.
Its a really unique name and he pronounces it perfectly. I don't want to say the name incase any of the family see it and it upsets them, but he keeps talking about this person and with it being such a unique name, we have only ever known one person with the same name. He was killed about 6 or 7 years ago over in afghanistan. We've never known anybody else with this name and mum suggested that might be who my son was talking about, but obviously he would have never met him. It turns out that my son has the same birthday as the family friend that died in afghanistan, and keeps talking about his friend with the same name as if he's around most days playing with him but none of us can figure out where he gets it from. Its definitely not from nursery or TV. It really spooks me out.

Fattyninjaowl: well it was up to that point!

My nan had passed away from cancer in her bedroom at my parents house. A few weeks later we were round visiting mum and dad with my dd and my niece. When we were about to leave the girls ran down the hallway towards the front door when I called back at them to come and say goodbye, they both replied we're saying bye to nanna rose and waved up the stairs. I replied nanna rose has gone to heaven, she's not upstairs anymore. My niece looked at me like I was wierd......she's stood at the top of the stairs, my dd then confirmed she was at her bedroom door waving down to them!! Did freak us all out a little! And no matter how many times we closed her bedroom door, it was always open when we walked past!! ??

A number of years ago my grandad went to visit my nan in her care home, the first thing she said to him that day was "your mum's been to see me, I'm so sorry about your dad." He'd just that morning had the news that his dad was dead, he'd told no one else and him mum was long dead. Nan was put under psychiatric evaluation after that episode and nothing came of it.

Welliesandwings I fell pregnant with dd1 six weeks after my mum died. At the time I thought it was the relief of not having to live with the stress, she had been very ill but was pleased to know we were trying to make her a grandma. She'd have been thrilled. Perhaps she did have a hand in it.

No woo story to tell here but it was my turn to lock our village church up tonight. It was dark by the time I remembered to go down. You have to go in the back door, lock the front door and then come back out the back door and lock it behind you. Needless to say I was halfway into the dark church when I remembered this thread. I've never locked up so fast. Thank god I had a torch. There was a light flickering on and off by the alter which proper put the willies up me. And then when I got back to the car dd said mummy, why are you glowing? I thought I'd been possessed! Turned out the outside light had come on directly behind me.

I had a nice one a few weeks ago. My Grandad passed away several years ago, my Nana has his ashes in her bedroom, as they want to be scattered together when the time comes. She's mentioned to me before that she sits in bed on an evening and discussed her day with him and tells him news etc the same as they used to talk together before going to sleep when he was alive. I'll often ask her to tell him things on my behalf also.

Anyway, to the point. I told her a few weeks back that I'm expecting my first baby, which will be their first great grandchild. Around 8.30pm that evening, my favourite picture of myself and my Grandad (a lovely family day out when I'm around 9 months old with us wearing identical slapped backside expressions, not looking even slightly grateful for the effort that had been made to have a nice run out ) flung itsself off the wall. There were no windows open, there was only me and the cats in the house at the time (both cats were on the bed with me and had been for some time) and the house on the other side of that wall is empty. I would like to think Nana had told him the news and that was his way of telling me he knew and was pleased (we both have a tendancy to look miserable in pictures, even if we're having a lovely time, it's a running joke within the family).

Well thanks everyone for frightening me tonight... Am sitting up watching the video monitor and imagining spooky shadows. But I thought I'd share some stories of a haunted place I used to work, which was Trent Park, one of the campuses of Middlesex University. Both my parents worked there and they got me a gig one summer when I was 19 working as a receptionist in the Mansion House.

It was well known among the staff - including two long-standing security guards, big guys who you wouldn't want to cross - that not only was there a grey lady to be seen in the corridor where the exec offices were, but also the basement corridor was haunted.

Obviously I put much of this down to security guards winding me up, but I was actually convinced by a colleague of my mum's. This lady, Val, was PA to the university's Chancellor, and was someone I worked with and delivered post to etc Etc. Very normal, mumsy lady, not flappable at all. Anyway, one night she was working late in her office on the exec corridor, which was a beautiful, dark wood panelled corridor with deep soft green carpets. (I actually did a separate stint telemarketing at the end of this corridor...so I can attest to the fact that it was a really quiet, enclosed space. Obv the students did not go in this part, just the staff, and there was a big heavy wood panelled door shutting off the exec corridor from the bustle of the Uni. Freaking me out now 20 years later!).

Anyway, this night, Val walked out of her office and went down the quiet corridor to leave some paperwork in the chancellor's office only to see half a lady, clothed in grey/lilac standing in the photocopier. Val froze, the lady then turned around and glided out, past where Val was standing, but the grey lady was knee deep in the carpet. She went through a door and disappeared. Val was absolutely freaked out and left the building pronto. When she checked later, also said security guards had seen her, in the corridor and also going down the very beautiful dark wood carved staircase. It then turned out that the floor level 200 years ago was 3ft lower, hence the half a lady thing.

Now I worked in this corridor and never saw anything, although there was always a very hushed and calm atmosphere, if anything a feeling that you should be very quiet, and not disturb the peace. I don't think she was a mean ghost - probably confused by all the people in her house.

I have to admit that I probably thought all this was nonsense and had forgotten much of it till I read this thread, thought I'd Google Trent Park to see if anyone else had seen it... Lo and behold the ACTUAL story is in a book "Ghosts of Enfield" and I thought I'd add it here! (Ps to the doubters: Val is very real: my mum's friend who I also worked with: I haven't just Googled ghost stories and pretended this was mine: there's lots more I can tell you about how the house looked and I bet there are some past students of Mdx Uni who can corroborate this).

Sweet dreams, everyone, tomorrow I'll tell you about the Nazi prisoners and the haunted basement corridor....

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Love this thread!

When I was 4, I woke up one Saturday morning and my great nan was lay in bed next to me. (We called her Nanny Peg Leg, she only had one leg, the other was amputated years before due to diabetes) I distinctly remember that she had her eyes closed and she was smiling. I got up and went into my parents room, and apparently I said 'Nanny Peg Leg is in my bed. But she's got both legs'. My mom and dad went running in and nobody was there. Turns out that she'd died the night before.

We moved into a Victorian house and ended up converting the attic to a bedroom for teenage son. Fast forward a couple of years to 2008, he is now 20. His bed in the attic was above my bedroom. I was woken around 1am by a noise and banging from upstairs, so loud it shook the ceiling, so I shouted to him to STFU kindly keep quiet. About 10 seconds later there was a loud bang from up there so I repeated my request. I then turned over and went back to sleep. Around 3am I was woken up again - this time by the noisy fucker git stomping up the stairs, so as he reached the landing I said words to the effect of 'for God's sake, do you have to wake me up twice in one night', to which he replied he'd only just come in from drinks with his mates. I told him what had happened and he laughed and said I'd imagined it. Needless to say this spooked me somewhat and I struggled to get back to sleep.

Woke up the next morning... turns out there had been an earthquake overnight, worst one in the UK for 25 years. The first noise I think must have been the actual quake, the second one was a model falling off the bookcase in his room! It appears I was the only one in my group of friends who failed to recognise an earthquake for what it was and thought I had ghosties and ghoulies!!

Can't believe I'm writing (and remembering) this story at this time of night but here goes:

Years ago I was on holiday with my family. We were staying at my uncles house and I was staying in my cousins room with my sister. It was the first time we were staying there as they had recently moved there. The first night I had a really uneasy feeling and couldn't fall asleep. I was seeing loads of scary images like figures in black dragging themselves along the floor and faces with no features. Weird thing was I could see/imagine these images whether my eyes were closed or not. I tossed and turned til the small hours of the night and eventually fell asleep.

The next night the same thing happened and the same scary images were in my head. Again I couldn't fall asleep til late in the night. At this point I hadn't told anyone about this.

The third night was totally different. I felt fine and was able to sleep easily without any uneasiness or without imagining anything scary.

The next morning at breakfast my dad started talking about how he had trouble sleeping last night and was feeling uneasy. My sister then mentioned that she had trouble sleeping the first 2 nights and started talking about the scary images she had imagined. They were exactly the same as what I'd seen. Turned out she had the same trouble falling asleep and had seen these crawling figures without faces in her mind.

I have a theory that something was trying to get at us the first 2 nights and then moved onto my dad the third night.

About a year later we heard that my uncle was moving from that flat on the advice of a psychic and also they had found out that the block of flats was built over a burial ground/cemetery.

I still feel sick and get goosebumps thinking about those images today

This one happened recently. We have a farm. It's quite remote and about an 45 minute drive so we only sleep there at weekends. It was a former plantation/ranch, which has been divided into smaller farms over the years. The former house stands on our farm. It's an old Portuguese colonial building from the late 18th or early 19th century. It's now divided into two houses, one side for us and the other for our head cowboy and his family to live full time. He and his wife are in their 50's and their two children are teenagers. Our nearest neighbours are a good 10-15 minute drive in either direction and the farm gate is 3 miles outside the village. A couple of months ago we had a mini-celebration for DH's birthday, we invited our closest friends, who have recently had a baby, to come and stay for the weekend. My friend borrowed our old baby monitor (not used anymore as our youngest is 3). She put the baby to sleep in the room they were using (the old nursery or so we assume because there is adjoining smaller room that would possibly have been the nanny's room). We were all outside enjoying the night and the peace of having put the youngsters to bed when we heard the baby crying on the monitor. My friend jumped up, turned the monitor off and went to see on the baby. She came back babyless and looked a bit odd, she said the baby was sound asleep and asked me to come and see, partly because she was confused and partly because she was spooked. Sure enough the baby was in exactly the same position she was in when we'd both left the room about an hour earlier. The baby wasn't even sobbing or showing ANY sign that she'd cried! We were both really freaked out. There is no way the monitor could have crossed with another monitor as I have mentioned the farmhouse is really really remote. Everyone outside claimed it was an animal outside the window. No animal I know sounds anything like a crying human baby, we are the only two mothers in the group and we are both sure it was the sound of a crying newborn, every mother knows a crying baby when they hear it.

I have another story that's not so much woo, as just really really odd but it involves my knickers, so I'm not sure I'm ready to share just yet.

tomato don't you dare hold back on us!

There's an old blacksmiths' shop in the town I live in, dating to the very early 20th century. It hasn't been a working shop since the last owner retired (in his 90s!) in the late 70s, but it's a registered historical building so it's been preserved as it was. (The back of the shop, that was storage and an office, is now an antiques/crafts/tourist tat shop, but the part nearest the road is almost exactly as it was in 1979.)

I was out walking my dog very late one night - probably around or after midnight. As I walked past the shop I heard a man just on the other side of the wall cough/clear his throat. I admit that it startled me more than just a little bit.

Of course, it's probable possible that somebody was spending the night in there, for reasons unknown to me, but I find it unlikely that he would have been standing in the middle of the blacksmiths shop, in the pitch dark, in the middle of the night.
I do find myself wondering if the old fella who bought it just after WW1 as a young man, and who ran it for 60 years, was just too attached to the place to leave it. (Actually, I sort of like the idea...)

F - saw a thread on fb and clicked while feeding bubs

Now 5am so must sleep so will read once daylight

I posted further upthread about the old MN thread with the story about the tall shadowy man who appeared under a lamppost at dawn to the people walking home in the early hours. It chased them home and started banging on their door, if anyone remembers?

Well, this story really stuck with me, it freaked me out for weeks, so much so that I went out to the bins one early morning to be utterly convinced there was a shadow man under the streetlight outside my house. Turned out to be a neighbour's miniature conifer.

The bastard thing has just got me again

It's possibly just me being a wimp, but the mist here this morning just makes it more eerie

Pushapushpop - love your lurking conifer!
I've told a couple of my stories on these type of threads before but here's my weirdest one/ the one that is most 'ghostly'.
In 6th form I went to a local bonded warehouse that had been turned into a conference facility for a sex ed conference thing. I'd not been in the building before but as soon as I walked in it felt a bit creepy.
At lunchtime we were allowed to wander so me and a friend went upstairs to the top floor which was one huge open room with beams across it. It was used for parties and there was a piano in the corner so my friend went to tinkle about on it. I had a woo moment and thought I'd touch one of the beams and close my eyes. Immediately I felt/saw a dark haired man rushing towards me with his hand outstretched. I nearly crapped myself and took several steps back. My friend said the absolute classic "you look like you've seen a ghost" and we went downstairs pretty sharpish. I had the really strong feeling that he saw me touching the beam and really wanted to make contact but the rush of it scared me witless.

Fast forward 20 years or so and I happened to be discussing creepy stories with a chap who runs a paranormal research group in the local area. I told him about the bonded warehouse and he said other people had seen a man in that same room but sitting on the beams, swinging his legs.

Freaked out all over again just writing that!

It's 3.30 am, got up to capol up a sick child and now I can't sleep, so I'm reading my way through the thread under the covers
Here's the knicker story. Bit of background DH has three boyhood friends (A,B and C) and at nearly 40 they have all returned to live in the town where they grew up. About 6 months ago I had a dream that all three A, B and C (whose baby was in the first tale) and their wives were in my bedroom. For some reason I was trying to discretely get undressed and didn't want anyone to see my knickers. When I woke up but wasn't fully awake I said to DH "you better not let A,B and C see my knickers." DH's face was a picture, he looked at me as if to say WTAF are you dreaming about?
Later on the next day I developed a really bad headache, it was getting worse, I went to do the school run, by which time it was really bad. One street from home I suddenly threw up and luckily at that point DH came by and picked us up. My temperature dropped to 34 and I was delirious. DH phoned C who is a pharmacist to see if he could bring something to kill the headache. C arrived, took one look at me and said to call A, who is a doctor. A arrived, by which point I was still vomiting. A called B, also a doctor but in the local hospital, he asked B if DH could come by to pick up something to stop me vomiting. B said he was coming home anyway so he would bring it by himself. B brings an injection. B hands it to A saying he doesn't give injections (apparently nurses do them). A says no way and hands it to C. In Brazil pharmacists give insulin and various injections so C is used to doing them. But he only gives them in the lower back bum. So there I am, on my bed and I weakly say to DH "you better not let anyone see my knickers". DH said he felt a chill.

DH's grandfather has seen lights and disks in the sky. I'm going to get the story and post it. Loving this thread.