Time for another spooky stories thread?

[Hotpatootietimewarp]

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??

When DS was about 2/3 he complained to me about all the people outside his bedroom window calling his name. He said there were lots. I took a long steadying breath and said in a matter of fact way ' Oh, perhaps you could ask them to please be quiet as you are trying to get to sleep?' I then thought to add, ' do they ever say any thing else to you? Ask you to do things?' To which thankfully he said ' no, they only call my name.' Phew! He never mentioned them again.

Things do go missing on a regular basis in this house though, and I have often asked for them back and then found them later in an obvious place.

I also have to run up the stairs to bed when I am last to come up. The darkness behind me is ominous.
I'm a scaredy cat!

Yeah I think kids seeing things and telling about them is creepy.

DD went through a sleep walking phase, one night I heard her go to the toilet and back to her room too quickly to have used it so went to check her. Went into her room and she was standing in the corner of her room facing the wall I crapped my pants but just lead her back to bed then ran like buggerywalked calmly back to bed....

AgentCooper I know people who claim they've been cursed too and have really chilling stories to tell. It's unbelievable when you hear it from someone else, but hearing it first hand is terrifying. Some witch doctors apparently have hold of Jinns that can be sent to people to hear/spy on them.

Whether it's all true I don't know, but I'd rather stay quiet and listen than to ridicule it all after listening to Dh's experiences!

Fucking hell hotpatootie I'm not surprised you crapped yourself! DD1 has form for coming into our room at night and just standing next to the bed and staring at us until we wake up. Sometimes she'll wait outside our bedroom door and I wake up hearing scratchy shuffly noises. So far it's always been her but I try not to think about the possibility of it being something else...

Sausage, my eldest has form for doung that as she doesn't like to wake us! She is pale and has long dark hair looks like a little ghost.

I love these threads. I am not woo at all but my mum is so I only have her stories.

My favourite happened when I was a baby around 12 months old. My mum always felt she had a connection with her Grandmother (my Great Grandmother). She died when my mum's mum was a child so my mother never met her. I am named after her.

One day, my parents were stressing over extreme financial difficulties. Their own parents weren't being supportive. My mum said something like "I wish we knew that someone was looking out for us."

I was sitting in my high chair scribbling on some paper with crayons. I was about a year old. When my mum looked over she saw I had written my name.

Obviously, I didn't know how to write my name at that age. My name is 'Emma'. The 'E' had been written as a curly backward '3' so even if I had been some kind of child genius that isn't how I would have written it. Mum said the 'm's looked like bows. Like someone had pushed my hands to make the 'm' shape and I had pulled my hands back and underlined them.

My mum felt very reassured that my Great Grandma was looking out for her. She put the piece of paper on her dressing table in order to keep it but it disappeared.

I know and the second time I heard her up wandering around to the toilet I made OH go and check her and he came back saying you'll be glad you didn't go. She had just been stood there staring into the toilet and answering in a really monotone voice. She never remembers it the next day either

My uncle was in a horrible accident back in 1979. He worked for the power company and was going out to fix some electric lines and when he radioed in to ask if the lines had been shut off the guy said yes. Turns out the guy was drunk or high or something and just answered yes without actually turning off the lines. My uncle was rushed to the hospital but he'd lost so much blood that they didn't dare give him anesthesia and amputated both arms (he doesn't remember feeling anything, although he was awake through the surgery). He remembers lying in the hospital bed wide awake some hours later wishing he would die because he didn't know how he was going to live without his arms (he was an avid hunter, fisherman, outdoor type of guy). He didn't know that my aunt had gone into labor with my cousin while he was lying there. My uncle was looking at the clock on the wall and it said 9:15 ish pm, he said he felt like he was giving up and going to die, when a bright light started shining from under his bed and he heard a voice tell him everything is going to be ok, he's going to live and he's going to be strong for his daughter (he had no idea at the time that he was having a daughter) and then the light disappeared. My uncle said that after that he felt like everything was going to be ok and he would get through this. Turns out my cousin was born at 9:16pm. My uncle has since learned to do absolutely everything he used to with no arms (just hooks).

The fit - that's a nice story, as though the energy of your cousin being born pulled him back

Anymore for anymore?

I have had lots of weird things happen to me, including what I now think was a time slip when I was a teenager.
As children my brother and I used to hear singing coming from an upstairs bedroom and upon investigating, no one was there. No windows or anything open. No radio in the room. It stopped as we came up the stairs. Definitely came from in the room.
We also frequently used to see a shadow figure out of the corner of our eyes.
Many many times I would lie in bed at night and feel a hand stroking my side in a comforting way. It happened so frequently that I wasn't scared.
Then when I was older ( fairly recently ) we visited a national heritage site which had a very old church in the grounds. I sat in a pew and felt a hand with fingers pressing down on my arm. It didn't feel cold, just pressure of fingers and a hand pressing, as if trying to get my attention. I had to leave quickly after that.
I used to work with a group of people on the second floor of an old building. We had so many problems with the electrics; the kettle and toaster would set themselves, the microwave would turn itself on, the toilet would flush itself. Twice we had the electrics tested and nothing was wrong. One day the manager came upstairs to talk to us about something, then left abruptly mid sentence. We all thought it was odd until later on downstairs she explained that as she was talking she felt a tickling on her foot; looked down and saw her shoe strap carefully undoing itself!
Another instance was when a boyfriend of one of the girls had been given a key to do some maintenance work t the weekend. As he had gone up the stairs a man in a checked shirt had walked across the landing in front of him. He called out but there was no answer, and upon investigating the upstairs was empty. He was the only one with a key to a locked building with the only entrance being downstairs.

When heavily pregnant with DC1 and living in a ground floor flat (relevant) I used to regularly need the loo (as you do) in the middle of the night. I noticed it was always the same time 3:30. Being a massive wuss I always put the hall light on to walk the length of the flat to the bathroom. One night I flipped the switch and the light didn't come on. Cue me frantically flipping it a la horror film but still nothing. I weighed up how much I needed a wee but in the end my bladder won. I did a quick waddle to the bathroom and opened the door. As I did a black shape came flying towards me making a horrible noise but I just froze from sheer terror. It stopped on the floor just in front of me, still shitting it...

Turned out it was next doors black cat that had squeezed in through the open bathroom window and couldn't get back out! When my eyes adjusted I managed to wake DH up screeching 'fucking cat!!' That combined with the power cut makes me amazed that I didn't go into labour right then and there.

I've had a couple of experiences but have written about them on previous threads.

A family friend told me of something he experienced several years ago.
Walking home after a party in the early hours of the morning through a small village in Somerset.
He walked past the village church and sat along the church wall looking out were about thirty people. None of them made any sound, they were very peaceful. He said they were all in formal wear and didn't seem to see him as he went past.
He said the hairs on his whole body stood on end as he walked past them. He felt he had seen ghosts.

This one's a bit lame I'm afraid because I was too young for me to remember any much detail, but here goes.

When I was very small, maybe four or five, the whole family visited York for the day, and we went into one of the smaller town centre churches. My DM tells me that it was very dark inside and although there were quite a number of people looking around she suddenly felt very scared. She could see a dark shape and some eyes watching her from the shadows and she felt she had to race out. Apparently I followed her out looking scared too, but she didn't know if I'd felt/seen anything or just been alarmed to see my mother leaving. She didn't want to upset me so she just acted as if everything was happy and fun. But on no account would she go back in. My dad and brother emerged shortly afterwards, having seen and felt nothing unusual.

Sausage, I'm surprised you managed not to wet yourself at the time!

Sausage i think I'd have wet myself to be honest!

I remember stories too on threads where people have seen a woman crying at the side of the road in old fashioned clothes to stop and no one being there

Talking about kids seeing things...

My sister's first DS used to sometimes talk to himself, giggle, and stare into space, like he was looking at something. He was about 2, I think. My sister never knew what he was doing or what he was talking to, there was never anything there. On a whim, she went to a psychic. The women mentioned that there has been a loss. My sister didn't think anything of it and continued to listen. Then the woman asked "Does your son sometimes talk to himself?" My sister answered yes, and the woman said "Don't worry. He is talking to his sister." My sister started to cry as she had had a miscarriage prior to having her DS.

Nothing was mentioned to the psychic about any of the circumstances. But people would say people usually go to a psychic when something upsetting has happened so they will have a good chance at hitting the right note when mentioning a loss but at the same time, my aunt had just passed away. The psychic said "She wants you to know that she loved the blue flowers." My mum had picked blue flowers from her sons to go on top of her coffin at the funeral. How would someone know that unless they were there?

And my ex's mum went to a psychic person and she was told "You'll be having a grandson soon." That was just after I had found out I was pregnant with my DS, at the time I had no idea what the sex of the baby was. I don't know whether to believe them sometimes.

dustarr - that sounds like the perfect mn thread "aibu about my dead MIL moving my pots and pans every time I leave the house?"

I grew up in a very non woo household my mother was intensely religious and viewed ghost stories/films as demonic ( I know) and wouldn't have them in the house or encourage any superstitions or woo. My grandparents were lovely, down to earth people who were very practical and non woo.For various reasons I spent a lot of time living with my grandparents from a very young age. For context the house was a 50's semi, built on what was a bog standard farm field, they were the first to live there an nobody had died in the house nor had there been any tragedy there - in fact I have never been so happy in a place as there and only associate it with being happy and loved. All of the furniture in the house had been purchased just after the war so no antiques or previously owned furniture.

In the bedroom that became mine there was a dressing table with a triple mirror, as a young child I would often go downstairs and complain that I couldn't sleep as the mirror people were looking at me, my granddad would come upstairs and cover the mirror with a sheet and I would sleep with no problem - This happened so frequently that eventually the mirror would be covered with a sheet at every bedtime and my complaints ceased. When I was 10 a few of my cousins stayed over and in the excitement the mirror was not covered I woke in the night to go to the loo and I got out of bed and as I did could clearly see 3 people in the mirror - a different person in each of the three mirrors when you should've seen the same image but from different angles iyswim. I could clearly see a man and two different women and they were angry and glaring and I screamed - my gran came into the room to see what the matter was and they vanished as soon as the light was put on. It was dismissed as a bad dream and an overactive imagination (although I have no history of having them in fact as an adult I do not dream at all or have no recall of them if I do and I eat a lot of cheese!) but I know it wasn't - it also wasn't a reflection of anyone in the room as they were all adults with dark hair and my family are all fairhaired. The dressing table was removed from the room and there were no more mirror people dreams or incidences.

Fast forward over 20 years and whilst I still refused to have mirrors in any room except the bathroom and still covered mirrors in hotel rooms by that time I think more through sheer habit than fear, nothing woo whatsoever occurred in my life even after I discovered horror films and ghost stories by then. I was at a friends watching I am embarrassed to admit Most Haunted - generally taking the piss out of it and especially out of Derek Acorah who is utterly ridiculous imho. we had watched several episodes and the episode filmed at Jamaica Inn came on, they did the lights out thing in a bedroom and in the room was a mirror and I could clearly see the faces of 2 women one dark haired in a bonnet and the other a very old lady with dark circles round her eyes, clearly not just suggestive shadows and then they bloody well said they could see the younger women in a bonnet, but not the other one. I was genuinely freaked out and made my excuses and left.

I ve not had any more freaky mirror experiences mainly because they are banned in my house outside of the bathroom and they are always covered in rooms in which I sleep. I have a woo friend who thinks I should try mirror scrying but I refuse I don't want to know anything further and recalling this makes me feel unsettled and to quote Mean Streets "Now, ya don't fuck around with the infinite"

I just remembered something my other sister told me about her DD.
When they had just moved to a new house, my niece was nearly a year old. My sister said that a couple times she would hear her DD screaming, she'd go in and settle her down. But one time she started screaming, she went in and her DD was staring up into the corner of the bedroom. She tried to settle her down but she wasn't having it. My sister shit herself, had to turn all the lights on in the house and she ended up having to sleep with her DD in bed with her because my sister was too scared to go back in the room.

99percentchocolate maybe her and the hoovering ghost can get together and come around here.My house could do with a tidy.

All the talk of children seeing things has made me decide to share my experience. I used to suffer from sleep paralysis from childhood up to about 10 years ago. Unlike normal sleep paralysis, I also hallucinated and this lead to some really terrifying experiences. Usually I would see the classic shadow man in the corner, or the old hag at the end of the bed, she was always wearing red and would just stay motionless until she gradually faded. I would stare at her, transfixed. I have only once seen the little demon creature. I've had some other odd visions over the years. These are my most memorable.

When I was about 5 I had a kitten, one day she went out the front and got run over on the road. I was really sad and had terrible dreams for weeks. One night I woke up from a nightmare and my whole room was covered in cats eyes. I remember turning my head this way and that, but everywhere I looked they were staring at me. I tried to scream but I couldn't so I pulled the covers over my head. I stayed under until I could no longer breath, when I came up for a gasp of air my room was back to it's original state.

At 6 or 7 I woke up to find my whole room covered in Swiss cheese plant leaves. I actually pushed them aside to reach my door and go to my mother's room. I lay on her bed looking at the moonlight pattern on the wall, the curtains were drawn but I could clearly see cheese plant shadows in a patch of moonlight. I've had a thing about them ever since.

At 14 I couldn't sleep so I moved into the spare room. I was drifting off to sleep when a pair of sinister looking eyes appeared on the wall opposite. I stared at them and started to feel really afraid. I shouted for my mum at which point they turned off like a light.

At around 16 I started to keep a diary so I could remember more of my visions. I have long since lost the diary but remember them better because I recalled them and re-read them. In one I woke up and could hear someone creeping slowly around my bed, the floorboards creaked in exactly the right places. I tried to open my eyes but it was like they were held shut. I knew that I shouldn't see whatever it was. It bent over me and whispered shhhhh in my ear, I could feel it next to my face. Then my eyes released, I was expecting to look it right in the face but there was nothing there.
Another night I woke up to the sound of a loud piercing scream or screech. There in the middle of my room was a frightened and confused looking fox. I actually thought it was real, until it faded. Around the same time I also woke up to find my room full of people, one woman I remember more than the others. She was dressed in a course green cloth dress and had an off white apron over the top. She was sitting in a non-existent chair and wringing her hands as if she was crying. Like all these visions they gradually faded.

When I was about 22 and moved in with DH (then DP) we lived in a small studio holiday home/bungalow. I was woken up by a man shouting at me in a different language, he was pacing back and forth next to the bed. I couldn't understand what he was saying but he seemed angry or frightened. Suddenly I screamed out something in the same language and woke DH up, the man faded as DH stirred. I'm sure he thought I was a witch! I tried to remember what I shouted because I was curious to know if it was a real word or just gibberish, and if it was real, what it meant. I had forgotten it by the morning.

My final memory is also the last time I experienced these hallucinations. My first son was about 14 months and I'd bought him into our bed, put him between us and we'd both gone back to sleep. I woke up feeling that something was there in the bed. I looked next to me to see a little creature, about the size of a small child, but round and fat with green bumpy skin like a toad. It was sitting on it's haunches between me and DH, just above DS's head and it was sneering down at him. It had a large mouth that stretched across it's whole head, with tiny razor sharp little teeth. It spoke, without looking at me and said "I'm going to rip your little family up". I panicked and kind of moved my arms around to make it go away, it went and DH woke up wondering what was wrong. I didn't tell him about it. I'm not religious, don't really know what I believe, but I went to church the next day because feck that.

These are all explainable with sleep paralysis. Although the theory as to how it happens has more holes than the tory manifesto. But there you go....

I think my parents house used to be haunted. It's an old Victorian house and The first 7 or so years we lived there we would all hear lots of kitcheny sounds coming from the kitchen at night like plates being stacked and drawers of cutlery being opened closed, cupboard doors closing etc.

Once my sister and I were sat in the kitchen chatting and having lunch when suddenly clear as day we both heard my mum call my sisters name - my mum was on holiday at the time!

An ex of mine who didn't know about this said whenever he sat in the kitchen he could feel someone pull his ear and he'd get a chilled feeling at the same time.

Another time I was talking to my sister when a can of air freshner jumped clean off the counter and landed behind her, in front my of eyes.

My sister also said she was walking up the stairs once and saw in a mirror reflection a tall man standing in her doorway.

After my sister and I moved out the sounds stopped but we haven't had any odd things happening in our own houses so who knows where they went.

I've had the most vivid night time hallucination that I'm sitting on the loo. I can feel it's coldness. I can rap it's porcelain with my knuckles. It's real and I'm really sitting on it. So I start to have a wee and nope, I'm in bed dreaming that I need a wee. My brain can communicate to me that I need to go but not actually wake me up.

Apparently that's quite a common trick of the mind though, and nothing to do with woo.

MissAdorabelle I often have the loo dream too!
queenofthebored paranormal programmes I've watched often cite mirrors as 'portals' to the spirit world. I won't have one in my bedroom either.