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??

Screaming - look up Liverpool Bold Street. Bloody weird.

julie that's awful and really sad.

I'm going to google that street too

Bloody hell these threads terrify me lol.

I lived and worked in Liverpool for a couple of years. A few odd things happened there.

We had an office on the industrial estate across from the old docks. A few times I have been convinced someone was.following me while making my way to work. And once I turned down between two buildings and was nearly swept off my feet by the wind. Literally. It was breezy that day but nothing like that. I was about 6 months pregnant and dd went nuts in my tummy and I could scarcely catch my breath. As soon as I got to the end of the building it stopped.

When I was a teenager I used to help at the local riding school. Part of our job was to take the ponies back to the field. In the summer there was a big field split into two different fields. The riding school owner moved the gateway from one end to another one year to make it easier.

One teatime some of the others took the ponies back and came back to the yard with 2 of the ponies absolutely hysterical. They had seen a man stood by a tree near the new gateway cutting the throat of a goat. They were adamant that they had all seen it (3 of them) and that he was very tall and the goat was screaming.

Yard owner was a tough old bird and went up herself to look and reported nothing there. I was sent back up with the 2 ponies. A bit nervous but yard owner was going to meet me there.

Could see absolutely nothing out of the ordinary so let yo in through gate in her car and set off across field. When I got to tree near the gate both ponies completely panicked. One pulled free and galloped off and the other was hysterical.

Neither me or yard owner said anything to each other. Caught loose pony and took headcollar off. Let other one go. And fucked off as fast as we could.

The next day she moved the gate back to the other end so we didn't have to walk directly past the tree.

But what is strange is that there is a local show held there. I took dds dpony up the other week. We walked across as it's 10 minutes from where we keep ponies to meet dp there as he had all our kit in his van. He parked up near the tree meaning I had to walk past it with pony.

My pony who wasn't even born the night of the goat refused to walk past tree. Full on meltdown and he is normally pretty bombproof.

I went cold and walked the long way lol.

I'm loving this thread.

Fatty I'm so sorry you are scared. Agree with 99percent there could be rational explanations for all those things, however here is a nice visualisation/cleansing you can do for your house. Whether you believe in woo or not, it's a good way to banish any negativity and make you feel better about where you live.

Think of a big net of golden white light. It's really bright and huge and you are holding it. Imagine your house and garden is in the centre of the net, and shake the net until they pass through, do this three times. If there is anything left in the net at the end, these are things you see as having negative energy attached to them. You need to imagine those things as bathed in really strong light. See the light getting stronger and stronger until you can pass the things through the net and there is nothing left, everything has been 'washed' in beautiful golden white light. This should 'cleanse' the house.

gunpowder done I already know about that. I also have put DS in yellow pyjamas. My mum always told me to close my eyes and picture myself in my head, then "draw" a bright white/yellow light all the way around myself. She said this would stop evil harming me as it couldn't get through the light. And that if I was really scared to wear yellow/white IRL.
Probably just to stop me having bad dreams, but my childhood home was full of ghosts. And she knew this too. Apparently it only started happening after she did a ouija board in the house.

There possibly is a rational explanation, but I can't find it! So I will do whatever it takes. Even if I am shitting it.

Aah well done Fatty. I hope tonight is more restful for you.

I'm watching The Conjuring

Yes !! I can finally read this thread!! Dp has been working away and I didn't dare read alone !! I read one recently from in classics and scared myself silly !! I had to check under the bed and in the wardrobe and could barely sleep !!
Love it though keep them coming ladies !!
Couple of my own

I was laid in bed with and ex and saw a ball of light move across the room it was clearly a ball shape and moved slowly it definitely was not anything shining in from outside . I nudged him and said " oh my god there is a ball of light in the room!!" Without even looking up he replied " yeah don't worry it's an orb it happens a lot " weirdly though i just accepted it and went to sleep I didn't feel scared ( which seems insane to me now !!)

Another is after dg died we went to his house the next day and his clock had stopped at the time he had died ! We hadn't been at the house and he had died in hospital so no one could have stopped it !! Again it didn't seem scary more of a comfort and not that big of a deal considering our non woo family !!

I have more but I have no idea how to name change and I think they would out me in real life as they are quite precise
iyswim!

Yes, that was me, BigRed and Fru. I fucking hate dolls now.

Hotpatootietimewarp I don't know; I wonder if she cooked and ate the haunted crumble?

That story really freaked me out when she told me.

This one will completely out me so I have a name change!

In August 2004 my mum died after developing complications from surgery. Roll on to the end of November and I was in a card shop (one of those that sells small gifts as well) with my then 12 year old daughter, looking for Christmas cards for people that would need to be posted. The shop is in the process of putting all the Christmas stock out so there is a sale on other gifts. My daughter finds a basket full of 'Treasured Pals' - little animal soft toys with a beanie bottom to sit up. Of course, I get 'muuuuum, can I have one of these' and 'muuuum, they're only a pound' - but I'm busy so ignore her.

Next thing her mock-whiny voice changes to a serious one and she tells me I really need to buy this one toy. In fact, a few seconds later she tells me I really, really need to buy it. She's not in her silly frame of mind at this time so I go over to look what she's on about. She looks a bit emotional but not upset as such, holding a squirrel (the Treasured Pals toy one!) in her hand. She tells me that all these toys are named, and this one is called Hazel but what made her double-take was the squirrel's 'date of birth', 27th October 2004. My mum's name was Hazel and she was born on 27th October, the squirrel's date of birth would have been the first birthday after my mum had died. To say I was gobsmacked is an understatement. Together we found three of the squirrels. I now have one looking over me at home, one looking over me at work, and I gave one to my younger sister who promptly burst into tears when she realised the significance!

Hazel

Saw this and thought of you all.
www.cracked.com/photoplasty_1132_the-20-most-eerily-convincing-paranormal-videos-youtube_p4/

Oh my god creepy videos! Especially the stick spider man on the building and the little girl at the end

at those video clips.

JustATemporaryAlias..whoever you are, that gave me goosebumps. Beautiful story.

JustATemporaryAlias, I think that's so lovely. It is as if your mum found you all the perfect Christmas presents.

That's a lovely story

Here's mine. I am non-woo but this was odd.

Teenage DS and I went for a long weekend at the seaside. I'd booked a 3-bed apartment which was the whole attic floor of a B&B, as DS was too old for us to comfortably share a room and I thought it'd be nice to have space to spread out.

The apt was lovely - very quirkily decorated, crammed full of old knicknacks, really interesting place. It had its own 'front' door at the top of the attic stairs and once you were through that door it was all self-contained around a small central landing. I had one room, DS had another across the landing, and the empty room was next door to me.

First 3 nights were fine, slept brilliantly. On the last night I woke up twice in the night because I thought someone had knocked on the 'front' door of the apt. Once I got up and opened the door but no-one was there. DS called out to see if I was ok because he'd been woken up too. I said everything was fine, I checked all the doors etc. and went back to bed. I was feeling uneasy but eventually went back to sleep.

I woke up again convinced I'd heard another knock. Lay there feeling very freaked out, then heard it again, wide awake this time. Got up, padded across the hallway and opened the door to see a very apologetic woman in a dressing gown. She was the staff member who slept overnight, and she'd had a phone call from the couple in the room below our empty bedroom, complaining that they couldn't sleep because of all the banging coming through the ceiling from our apartment. I said I was really sorry but we weren't making any noise, she said not to worry, and went away. I slept with the light on for the rest of the night, as did DS who was also very unsettled by it all.

In the morning when we were checking out I mentioned this and the lady at the desk was very matter-of-fact about it and said that the room we hadn't used was known to be haunted. People who slept in it were often woken up by someone whispering in their ear. Apparently it's a friendly ghost(!).

I love scary stories, always have, but only experienced something I couldn't explain once:

I was about 15. Late afternoon in spring, walking home from school on the road we used to live on. Daylight. Busy-ish road usually, but strangely quiet this time. No cars passed me while this took place.

About 50 metres ahead of me, a mother and her son were walking, kicking an empty drinks can between them, passing it back and forth. Mother kicked it to son, and back again, and he missed the kick, and the can rattled to a stop under a parked car. They shrugged and carried on walking.

Approx 30 seconds later, I drew level with the parked car. As I did, the can shot out from under the parked car and stopped dead in the middle of the road. The noise was loud enough that the mother and son, still ahead of me, turned around to look.

I knelt down to try and see what was under the parked car, and couldn't really see clearly (the car was parked on the road and I was on the kerb, so the kerb hid most of the space under the car). But I can't imagine that anything under there had been able to hit it with enough force to cause it to rocket into the road (and suddenly stop) like that. I know it wasn't the momentum of the original kick because of that 30 seconds or so difference between them kicking it and me reaching the car. Probably has a simple explanation but it's always puzzled me.

My mum doesn't like horror but she's had a few woo experiences:

• chased by an orb of light (with a schoolfriend as witness)
• went to bed early, my dad stayed up, in bed mum maintains that someone came in and started tucking the bed sheets in, the next morning dad swears blind it wasn't him

Loving all these stories, keep 'em coming!

i used to work in a care home for the elderly and one resident "doris" used to keep pressing the alarm at night but she would say it wasnt her it was stanley(there was only her in the room), one night the alarm kept going off every 15 minutes ,everytime doris blamed stanley .about 11 o clock it went off again after countless times of going off in the night , i was getting abit fed up.
so i went up to see her and said every thing ok doris she said yes it wasnt me it was stanley i said wheres stanley now she said hes behind you (my blood ran cold ) i said right stanley enoughs enough stop pressing the alarm let doris get some sleep. i felt breathing on my neck and the door opened slowly and my work collegue popped her head in and said theres a cuppa down stairs lizzy. i was bloody shaking, i think i may have imagined the breathing but it was 11 clock at night and told there was a ghost behind me

Shameful marking to scare the crap out myself later

Roonerspism. What a brilliant user name.. I love it

Thanks i think I prefer yours though!