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??

If you are asleep and you "think" you see something is one thing.But when you are wide awake and other people also experience similar things to you,it makes it a lot harder to rationalise it to yourself.

tomatodizzy your night visions are positively Lynchian!

About five years ago I was sitting up late in bed, reading World War Z. I was totally gripped and couldn't put it down, even though it was creeping me the fuck out - had just got to the bit where people were killing their children in the church to stop the zombies getting them, and as a relatively new mother finding it really upsetting. It was about 1am, husband and son both asleep.

I heard toddler DS wake up and start to cry, so reluctantly got up and slipped down the corridor to his room. I stood over his cot and shushed him, trying not to look into the dark corners of his room too closely. He had just drifted off again and I was standing there half awake, listening to how quiet the house was...when all of a sudden from the corridor there was a loud groan, like this: URRRNNNHHHH.

I fucking shat myself, standing there in the dark thinking 'this is it, the zombies are coming, how will I protect my baby'. Proper, total panic. Until I heard it again and realised that bloody DH had started snoring.

Took me a while to recover from that one!

Reading this thread has brought back memories of some unusual things that have happened.

Back when DH was just DP, and we shared a house with friends, we all watched the movie Saw 2. I'm not good with horror movies, and this one really got to me. I couldn't even watch it to the end. About a week later I had a really awful dream, all Saw 2 inspired. It was awful, and so, so vivid. I was in the movie, but it was real, and I finally escaped by climbing up through a sewer vent and into the road, but as soon as I reached daylight, a small, red car smashed into me and killed me. The last thing I saw was the registration plate, hurtling towards my face. I woke up, drenched in sweat, shaking. Awful, but perfectly non-woo.

About a week after the dream, I was walking back from work. Walked past Blockbuster, which had a poster advertising that bloody movie for rental, and shivered, as I stopped to cross the road. All looked clear and I was just stepping out when I realised the car parked on the verge next to me was a small red car with the exact same registration as the one in my dream. I literally froze to the spot, mid-step, gawping at the reg plate, when another car came out of nowhere and flew past me. If I had stepped out, I'd have been hit.

oh heck, I'll add mine but they are not very spooky nor exciting.

many years ago I went to the Isle of White with my then boyfriend and his mum. We stayed at a quite old and large hotel. I woke up quite early in the morning, maybe around 6:00am and got out of bed and looked out of the window. I could see the Sea from our window and it looked grey and vast. The air was incredibly misty and when I looked down I saw that there were lots of people dressed in clothes which would have been typical for the early 1900s on the large terrace further down. I saw this for about a minute and then iI couldn't see them anymore as it got very toddy indeed......

*foggy rather

Thinking of the Isle of White, I just remembered another trip. This is probably not very spooky and I doubt that there were ghosts involved. When I was studying at college our group did a field trip to the Isle of White. My best friend at the time had a beautiful ring from her home country in South America. At the time we were constantly borrowing each other's clothes and jewelery and on that occasion she had lent me that ring, which I was wearing on the coach. When the coach dropped us and we were waiting for the ferry (or hover craft? can't remember) to cross over to the Isle of White, I went to the loo in a run down (as used by hundreds of tourists each day).

When we boarded the ferry to go back three days later I realised with a horrible shock that I had lost my friend's ring . Before boarding the coach to go back to London i went to the same loo again and there, next to the Soap bottle was the ring. You can imagine my utter relief. I had felt so bad (an continued to feel bad and embaressed about loosing her ring) luckily i could return it to her. I just think it was really strange and very lucky that none had taken the ring, as three days had passed and this was a busy place.

The mirror story has creeped me out!

I have shared this one before – but I always want to join in. It is a story which my grandmother told me – it was corroborated at the time by my uncle, although his memory now is hazy and he seems less clear.

My uncle, then in his twenties I think, shared a terraced house with several young men. My grandparents lived a little while away and in those days (uncle is now in his 80s) men weren’t supposed to be able to fend for themselves, so Nanna wanted to go and check out his house.

They arrived and sat in the front parlour – which opened straight onto the street. They had been there a little while having a cup of tea when someone knocked on the door. “Don’t worry” said one of the lads “it’s only Mary”. Nanna was waiting for this Mary to come in, but they didn’t open the door and she presumed it was a child playing knock and run.

She then decided to wash up the tea things in the kitchen whilst the men (sigh – different times!) listened to the radio. Someone came and knocked on the internal kitchen door. She opened it but they were just sitting and listening and said they hadn’t heard anything. Then, scarily, there was a knocking on the back external door – even though she had seen nobody walk through the gate into the yard.

She went to the bathroom and someone knocked on the door – she rushed out presuming that someone must be desperate, but, you’ve guessed it – nobody.

During the night someone knocked persistently on the wall adjoining the house next door. (Their bedhead was against this adjoining wall). They got a very broken night’s sleep, and to cap it all, someone knocked on the bathroom door when she was in there again next morning.

Eventually, she had had enough and demanded to know who was doing all the knocking and why.

All the young men looked sheepishly at each other and then came clean and told the story.

Years before the two adjoining houses were inhabited by a mother and her grown-up son. The mother was very possessive of her son and didn’t like him having lady friends. If she found out he had invited a woman home she used to hammer on the door and tell him to get that floozy out of the house – and she would go to both the front and back doors and hammer and shout to make her point.

Eventually the mother died, but still made her disapproval known until the son moved away. Even when he did move away (and by now must have died) she still continues to make her protests every time a woman enters the house – no matter who she is!

Wow that is one crazy mother ghost!

The ultimate nightmare MIL

Here's my two penny's worth. I don't remember any of it but my mum, nana and aunt all verified story.
When my older cousin was young he played with an imaginary friend called Bobby when he was at my nana's house. He described him as having a cap and a waistcoat. As he got older he just stopped playing with him.
Along comes my older sister who at the same age as my cousin started to also play with an imaginary friend called Bobby. Then when I got to the same age I also started playing with Bobby!!

Can you remember him annecy?

Reading this thread has made me remember my weird experience.

I was about 20, at my boyfriend at the times house watching TV with his parents. All of a sudden his dad went grey and started choking and spluttering- heart attack. This sounds cheesy but time honestly stood still. His Mum was screaming his Dad's name in absolute terror as you can imagine and boyfriend was fumbling with the phone to call an ambulance. I was frozen to the spot and then all of a sudden everything went silent and I heard a man's voice in my head saying "Not now. No. Bring him back" and then he snapped out of it and was absolutely fine, not even any medical treatment needed. It really scared me and I didn't recognise the voice the spoke in my head (My Mum who is both religious and woo thinks it was Jesus but I'm not a believer)

This thread is amazing. I don't have anything to share, I'm just leaving a comment so I can follow it.

It really is amazing I am overwhelmed with amount of posters who have took the time to tell their stories

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When I was quite young - possibly before I started school ( might have been older 7? Can't remember). My mum had done quite a few colour by number paintings and a few was hung in our room. One was of two horses by a pond. One was leaning down to drink and the other was standing by its side. At night when I laying looking at them in bed they both run. Like watching TV I guess. The background would stay the same but their legs would move and their tails and mane move. I know I wasn't asleep as they did this every night. It felt real, I'm still sure I saw them run every night. Mum said it was the wind!

My mums laundry basket ( solid old fashion wicker side thing would slam itself a lot. Dad poo poo'd this until we was all at work. He said it wasn't just one slam shut. He could hear it going mad reapeatedly slamming. It was a hinged lid!

Also I would have it drummed into me to turn off lights. One day my parents bedroom light was on. I walked past my bedroom to turn it off. As I walked back past my room, that light was on but I was alone upstairs!

Also when I was a teen I had that feeling of dread and danger when on the stairs. I could open the door and just feel it. If I went back a while later it was gone. The house is victorian and we know at least person died their. My dad died their since so I am not scared to be there now.

Also when my dh gran died he inherited her chiming walk clock. It chimes like Big Ben every hour so turned the chimes off. A year on from the day she has the stroke that killed her, it started chiming in the night. Then it chimmed for 24 hours and stoped. It was weird as we also up the crematorium a few weeks later as had a real pull to go there. It's 80 miles away and we turned up at the exact moment dh uncle did. He had no idea we was going.

But I'm fairly non woo. I did a card thing one day as a experiment to randomly lay down some letter cards. I spelt out DIE in that order. I felt it was a warning so I avoid anything like that with a passion now!

Yep that would be one way to put you off it!

OK I shared this on another thread but the thread was deleted or I just can't find it.

Last year my old uni flatmate and friend died suddenly. I hadn't seen him for a while, our lives had gone their separate ways and we saw each other at weddings or old friend get togethers, that sort of thing but we were not as close as we used to be. He came to stay a bit when my first was a baby and he didn't like the fact that I let him climb into the bath (stepstool) he was always afraid my son would fall. One Sunday night, 9 years after he first made the comment, I was letting my youngest climb into the bath by himself. I heard my friend say, "I told you not to let the baby do that!". I smiled and thought, I must get in contact with him. The following Monday I heard him all day, using various nicknames and joking (he was a real joker). I realised that I hadn't spoken to him for a long time and maybe it was my way of telling myself to get in touch. I mentioned it to a friend because I was finding it so odd and she backed up the suggestion that I should message him that very evening. That evening I was on facebook and saw another mutual friend had written a message on his wall (this I thought, was yet another sign) so I clicked on his page to read the message. I was dumbstruck when I opened his facebook page, it was full of RIP messages and tributes. He had passed on the Sunday night, in the same hour as my son's bath.

The other one is the knocking ghost and is part of the reason I kept a diary of my sleep paralysis experiences at that time. My mum took on a lodger from New Zealand. She was an odd woman and shortly after she moved in, strange things started happening. One night I was woken up at 3am by three or four loud knocks on my bedroom door. I was really annoyed, thinking it was her and in the morning I asked her, rather sharply, if she needed anything in the night. She said "That wasn't me, that was your mother, I heard her running up the stairs". My mother was away for the weekend, she'd left the night before the knocking and came back two days later.

One afternoon I came home with a friend, we were in my room listening to music and chatting, when there were 3 or 4 loud knocks on the door. Assuming it was my mother I called out for her to come in. Nothing happened, so thinking she had a tray of snacks and drinks (she often did that when I had friends) I opened the door, there was no one there and no one in the house. We went to my friends house sharpish.

Another time my mother was in the kitchen with the neighbours, she was hammering a shelf up in the kitchen and they were having a chat/helping. She banged on the wall and the bangs came back, she did it several times and even hammered out a pattern. Each time it came back. Behind the kitchen wall is shop store room. There are metal shelves across the whole wall and they are stocked with products (I have been in there). One of the neighbours has since confirmed that he went into the shop at the time to buy some whiskey to calm his nerves, and there was no one in the back room because there was only one guy in the shop and it's not the sort of area you can leave the front of the shop unattended!

The entire time the lodger was there strange things happened as well, the TV would switch off or the radio would turn on upstairs when everyone was downstairs. It had a really tough slide switch that you needed to push into the FM radio setting. Before she left she told me that she was travelling around the world since her husband died, she was lost and confused. When she left all the activity stopped. My mother still lives in the house.

Finally my parents had a party about 5 years before I was born so going to out myself but my birthdate contains only one number (repeated obviously) so like 9.9.99. She went into the kitchen during the party and there was an old rastafarian in there. He said to her "When all the numbers come together (only he said the actual number), that will be your time" and left the room. She tried to find him or find someone who knew him to ask him what he meant. None of her friends remember him and no one invited him.....When I was born my grandfather said, all the X's together for a birthday, lucky baby. My mother hadn't realised and only when he said it, did she remember the rasta at the party.

I shared.My room at uni with a ghost. It was an old 10 bes Georgian place and I had.one of the rooms in the attic. Long story short, I woke up to see the outline of a male.figure walk past the end of my bed. My degree is in Psychology so being skeptical I waited till two cars passed the house to see if the headlights replicated what I saw. They didn't. And I fell back asleep. I would often see things out the corner of my eye and would randomly have little stones thrown at me to get my attention. I never felt threatened by it though

Do you think the lodger brought a spirit?

MrsB I don't remember him as such, just that I played with him.

I think the lodger had energy, I wouldn't like to say it's a spirit, or say what it is/was. But she was the cause of something strange. She did say that she contacted a medium to see if she could speak to her husband. I have a friend that believes a spirit attached itself to her.

I've told this one before, but here goes again.

When I was in my early 20's I got a promotion with work that meant moving to Edinburgh. One of colleagues had a flat she was looking to rent out. Perfect timing!

The flat was in a high rise (multi) in a not so nice area but as I needed somewhere quick, and it was furnished, I took it.

Over the first few weeks I started to feel a bit uneasy about the flat, nothing I could put my finger on it just seemed to have an oppressive atmosphere. I found I was spending as much time as possible out of the flat. Even though things were going great in my new job (lots of lovely new friends, good social life etc) I began to slip into depression.

Over Christmas I went home to stay with my parents and instantly started to feel better again. I was in tears having to return back to that flat.

Over the next few weeks I started to suffer from deeply disturbing bad dreams. It sounds silly but I started to feel in danger. One day from work I couldn't face going back to the flat so instead jumped on a train back to my parents. I was prepared to quit my job but fortunately my work said they would pay my daily travel costs until I found somewhere else to live.

Now to the scary bit;
I had to pack up my things from the flat. The plan was that I would go straight from work and my dad would meet me there an hour later with a van. I got all the packing done and moved everything into the hallway. The flat had a long corridor from the front door with the livingroom at the other end of the corridor. I was sat on the floor with my back against the front door when suddenly BANG! The livingroom door slammed shut with massive force. There were no windows open. It was like the flat was saying 'well fuck off then'. I waited downstairs for my Dad.

I still shudder to think about it now.

I read your story on another woo thread and was trying to remember the details of it just earlier today! Did you ever find out who lived in that flat before your friend did?