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??

iliveinalighthousewithaghost is there a story behind your user name

Hi Lizzie.
No I just love ghosts and light houses. Not very exciting, am I .

arh i had images of you rattling around on your own in a big lighthouse carrying a lamp and the ghost opening and closing doors

When I was 9 we went to stay in a huge old house, I think it was in the Lake District? Apparently it was haunted (I have no idea why my mom and Aunty happily took us kids to stay in a haunted house )
Anyway I didn't actually see anything, but we took our dog and he would randomly stare up at the ceiling and bark repeatedly. Then on the second night, my mom and stepdad (who were in the room in the attic) heard noises outside their bedroom door, they said it sounded like marbles being rolled against the landing and hitting their door, but we were all fast asleep at this point.

On the morning that we left we were reading the visitors book, and a few people said that as they drove away from the house, they could see an old lady stood in the window upstairs. (Safe to say I was too terrified to look as we left!)

I've asked my mom and Aunty if they remember where the house was exactly, but nobody can remember. Such a shame because I'd love to go back there and stay for a weekend again!

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Some of the stories about lights going on and off reminded me of something. When lights go on and off without reason most people calmly explain that it's an electrical problem, but when electricians start talking about lights going on and off for no reason...

My ex is an electrician, and years ago he was working temporarily for a contractor based several hundred miles away - leaving Sunday night and coming home Friday afternoon - so far not unusual. One Friday he casually mentioned that this contractor had offered him a permanent job, complete with a place to live. Maybe I heard something in his voice, or maybe it was one of those unsettling moments of mind-reading we'd do sometimes, but without even thinking about it, I responded "I'm not living in a haunted house."
Well he looked thoroughly and said he hadn't even believed this guy's story.

When the electrical contractor had bought the house he had started the furnace and then left it for a few days to give it time to warm up (they're snuggled right up against the Canadian border, so an area that gets quite cold in the winter). He went back accompanied by one of his employees, who had offered to help him out, and the furnace was off.

So, of course, the first thing they did was go down to the basement assuming incorrectly that a breaker had been tripped, and to see if the problem was the furnace or the wiring in the house. Well, while they were down there the lights upstairs went off. When they were upstairs trying to figure out what was wrong with those lights, the lights in the basement went off. When they went back down to the basement, the lights upstairs came back on.
Which is apparently when they left for the day, in a little bit of a hurry.

Of course, being a skeptical sensible sort, and understanding what causes these things, he went back in later with a flock of electricians and had them test all the wiring in the house. They didn't find anything wrong, but most of the wiring in the house was replaced anyway - it was older, and not altogether up to code - and the furnace as well for good measure.
Which didn't fix the problem, and the lights would still sometimes go off and on by themselves. Although not with such alarming regularity.

We didn't move in the end, ex didn't take the job, the house was a factor in the decision but not the main one.

These are my fave threads on mn

This always sticks in my mind, its not really scary just weird...
An ex-bf from years ago told me this. About a year before he met me, he was dating a girl and brought her round to his parents to meet them. His mum was looking out the window and saw his car pull up, saw him get out, saw the girl get out and saw her face, hair etc. When they came to the door though and she went to greet them, the girl had a completely different face! Apparently she was v freaked out and confused but didn't say anything straight away to my ex. Anyway he and the young lady broke up after a few dates and then he met me a year or so later.

After a few months he took me to meet his parents and it all went well, they were very nice etc. His mum later told him that I was the girl she'd seen that day getting out of the car a year ago, apparently she recognised me instantly as we came to the door.

The ex told me too that he couldn't understand how she could mix us up as me and the other gf were completely different looks-wise.

Just don't know how to explain that

More stories please

That meant to say my ex said she couldn't have mixed us up.

I have really enjoyed terrifying myself with this thread.

I'm not sure if I have shared this before. When I was a teenager my Dad worked as a builder / repairman. He worked on a massive old house that was I think in part 600 years old. I used to go and 'help' during school holidays. Loads of weird things happened:

The children who lived there talked about playing with a man. The nanny thought it might be my Dad, but they said no, that he had a funny beard and a top hat.

One day he left me hoovering whilst he went to buy supplies. I was up in one of the bedrooms. I keep thinking I could hear a noise just about over the sound of the Hoover. It sounded like it was coming from the en suite bathroom. A few times I turned it off and listened, and heard nothing, but when I turned it back one I could just hear these sounds from the bathroom. In the end I freaked and went to wait for him outside. I found out later one of the women who lived there in the 1920s had sadly killed herself in that bathroom.

My Dad told me this one (he is not in the least woo). He was working in the house one morning, the family were out. He heard someone moving around upstairs above him and assumed it was the owners secretary who sometimes worked there alone and stayed over. It carried on for a while, someone scraping furniture around and walking up and down. Then the gardener (they had lots of staff!) came in and asked my Dad what he wanted. My Dad didn't understand and what he meant. The gardener had seen a face at the upstairs window and thought it was my Dad beckoning him. My Dad explained it wasn't him, it was the secretary. The gardener said he didn't think so. They went to check. There was no one else in the house.

We used to have a cat that we only allowed downstairs in the house. If she went upstairs she was too lazy to go back down to use her litter tray. We were really careful to make sure she never went upstairs. From the hall there was a door to the kitchen and one to the living room. There were doors between the kitchen/dining/living room which we kept open for the cat. The doors to the hall were always shut.

DH was working away and DD was in her cot (about 10 months old) in her own room. The doors to the hall were closed, all bedroom doors closed, family bathroom door closed. All lights off.
I woke around 2am and my ensuite door and bedroom door were wide open and the cat was on my bed. I was totally freaked out and leaped out of bed. In the hall I saw DD's door wide open so went in to check her. She was asleep. I thought someone might have broken in so checked all her room and quietly shut her door to investigate. I considered picking her up but thought it was safer to leave her in situ.
Back on the hall I saw the spare room door wide open and the light on. I nervously checked out all the upstairs and then went downstairs. All the upstairs doors were wide open, except the bathroom.
I grabbed knife from the kitchen and checked all the downstairs. A lamp was on in the living room and all the doors were open. All the external windows and doors were locked and secure.
I have no idea what happened but there was no way someone had got in and I still can't explain it. Never happened before or since!

Orange, that's really creepy, Yikes.

Orange that's horrible!

I took DD to baby group this morning and a couple of the mums started talking about haunted houses. I so wanted to ask if they were mners but got a bit shy. Who knows, though, they might be. Hello if you were at Seashells this morning! waves

Orange that reminded me of something that happened to me years ago, we had massive wind chimes in our hall at the front door, they were around 5ft long, beautifully tuned ones, more a decoration really as we never used that door.
There is no road out that side of the house (farmland) and no one ever comes to that door as you would need to hike past the back door and round the house to get to it (you just wouldn't) anyway, i woke one night to the lovely sound of gentle chimes and remember thinking, oh i love the sound of them, then suddenly thought eh why are they chiming?
I raced into my dd's room, she was still in a cot at that time, she was sound asleep so i crept downstairs to see the front door lying wide open!

My heart was in my mouth as i closed the door but didn't lock it (big mistake if an intruder is in the house and you lock them in) i wondered why i hadn't heard the dogs barking but when i checked them they were both standing on red alert staring in the living room but not making a sound.

I checked all the house and nothing had been disturbed, definitely not a burglar as the dogs would go berserk if anyone came in uninvited.
I couldn't even remember where the key was to lock the door, as i said it is never used. I did locate it and lock the door but I've never got to the bottom of how it came to be lying wide open.

Wow I've just realised I've had some more replies!

This thread has totally freaked me out though. I live in a village and went down to my friends tonight at 9 for an hour, me thinking it would be a good idea to walk down. She lives down a little side road the runs Along expanses of fields in the pitch black. This thread came back to me and I sprinted home!

Makethemeatcake Your story makes it sound like the mother saw your face because you were the right woman for him.

Could you and your ex please leave your current partners & get back together in order to provide a better end to your story? Ta!

Brilliant thread! Although I do think we need to have a Disney thread running in tandem, as I had to sleep with the shutters down last night (my bedroom overlooks the deep dark woods).

So the terrifying mirror story reminding me of one my godmother told me recently.

My great aunt Hilda used to live in the village where I grew up. Hilda was married to Bob, and their oldest daughter was called Susan (sort of -- names have been changed).

One day Susan came to speak to her mum; she was upset, saying that she had seen a man in the mirror on her dressing table. Hilda dismissed it as a tall tale. Over the next few weeks Susan continued to see the man in the mirror and became increasingly upset about it. Hilda and Bob were both dismissive.

A bulb went in her room and Bob got the ladders out to replace it. After he’d replaced the bulb he climbed down and happened to glance into the mirror. Hilda who was holding the ladder said he went utterly grey.

“It’s my brother,” he said in a strangely calm voice. “He’s come for me.”

And with that, he fell down dead.

Bob’s brother had died many years before and Hilda always believed that he’d appeared in the mirror as some kind of harbinger of death. Not sure why he chose his niece’s dressing room mirror as a conduit for this news, or why he felt the need to loiter there for weeks beforehand, but then there’s nowt as queer as folk…

I have more, but they are quite identifying so I'll have to think about what details I can change without losing the gist of the story!

Right that's it, I'm removing all mirrors from the house!

A couple of weeks ago early in the morning driving down the M23 towards the coast, just as the sun was coming up to the east (left side of vehicle) ... I was cruising along a quiet stretch when out of the corner of my eye (to the front right side of vehicle) I suddenly saw a pedestrian, male, in white shirt and dark trousers, crossing the road diagonally from the central reservation running right towards me. I braked and swerved, then slowed down, heart pounding and checked and double-checked rear view and wing mirrors, all around, and there was no-one and nothing.

With the sun coming up on a bright sunny morning, it could have been a reflection/trick of the light bouncing off another vehicle (although there were no other vehicles anywhere near me at the time) reflecting off my side window perhaps (although wrong side) or maybe the metal barriers down the centre of the motorway ... I don't know. I'm sure there must be a logical explanation, but it really did look like a man running across the road and simply disappearing.

Venus you're right, its the only explanation! I will immediately run off into the sunset with him ha I'm pretty sure he's left the country actually

I've remembered another one!

I was at a friends house and I was coming down the stairs, as I glanced up I saw an old lady standing in the doorway. She wasn't frightening, I felt calm.
Then she disappeared in seconds.

As I got to the bottom of the stairs I asked my friend who lived here before (house wasn't old) and he said 'an old couple, the woman died here in the house and the man moved to a retirement home.

Freaky!

As a child loads of weird stuff would happen in our family home. It was built in the 1940s on old marsh land and the water level would sometimes rise under the house so if you went under the floorboards it was damp. Not relevant but added to general atmosphere of the house.

My DB and I when small both spoke of a man on the upstairs landing and we were all reluctant to cross the bottom of the stairs at certain times to get to the kitchen. I was always terrified walking down the upstairs corridor away from the top of the stairs and as a teenager sometimes felt unable to leave my bedroom due to that corridor as if there was a presence there. At other times it would be fine to leave the room but I'd feel scared doing the walk back along the corridor to the top of the stairs.
We both had a certain bedroom at the same age which was directly level to the top of the stairs. It was mine first and I would say to DM about the shadows in the corner and later my DB said the same thing to her. As adults we've chatted about it and corroborated our stories.
I was once in bed in my teenage bedroom and put my feet down towards the end of the bed and I swear there was something there like hands or limbs. I was petrified and spent weeks going to sleep curled up in a ball.
Things would go missing and reappear in obvious places. It could be jewellery or paperwork, once my whole school uniform went astray for a few days and then reappeared in the laundry basket!!

When my great GM died my DM and I heard giggling behind the propped open door of one of the bedrooms. Thinking it was my DB hiding we crept to the door to make him jump and when we pushed the door it hit the wall.

I'm now not woo at all... In denial maybe and nothing has ever happened to me since like that but that bloody house... Even revisiting now with my DC I'm reluctant to leave then sleeping on their own though they have never mentioned anything odd.

oh oh! I've thought of another one. Happened to my elderly neighbour (sadly now dead).

Her son in law had severe mental health problems made much worse by said neighbour's horrible selfish daughter and she told me that he never smiled.

She said this to him once and told him how much it saddened her to see him so sad. Awful things happened and he eventually, tragically, hanged himself in his home.

She told me that she went to the house some days after his death, and saw him standing in the hallway, smiling at her

Loving these stories

Livin - I am at the hands!