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??

I've just started listening to The Black Tapes podcasts - recommend if you like spooky stories (warning don't listen last thing at night - I did and then had to sleep with the light on even though I don't believe in ghosts )

i was just filming my ds looking for the guinea pig on my phone and had orbs fly across the screen.

You know that stage where you are not quite asleep, you feel awake but you can't move or speak properly. (I think some people call this twilight-zone) I get this a fair bit, and have definitely been visited by "the old hag" who sits on your chest. She has tried to throttle me more than once.

Anyway. My dp is a cat lover. I am a cat lover it's one of the many shared joys that brought us together. We don't keep any pets though we do have a baby (10mo).

We sleep away from home sometimes as you do, staying at my parents house, or his mum's in hotels on weekend breaks as a family.

I often have disturbed sleep when we stay out overnight. But for some reason I have disturbed sleep of a specific sort. A black "shadow" of a long haired cat seems to come in. I can hear the cat scratching from behind the wall like it's clawing into the room, then as I turn my attention, the cat is in the room, sniffing about, but trying to get to my baby. The cat will find my baby and smother him. This is whether he is in a cot, makeshift bed or sleeping in between dp and I.

At least 5 times I have woken dp up in the night shouting out "There's a cat! The cat". And I drag myself up to check the baby. It's only ever when we are not at home though. And only since I met dp.

It's just weird why it's always the same reason for my waking up in the night.

Right. Just spent half an hour searching for this after it disappeared from my phone (for woo reasons??) so place marking.

As you were.

Just finishing reading this thread last night, when DS (3) ran off to the other side of the room and said what is that black thing beside you, mummy? Looking at something beside me.

Proper shit me up, there was nothing there but I was very glad when DH cam home 10 mins later after I too scarpered to the other side of the room...

There is a flyover bridge near where I stay in southwest Scotland and apparantly this is one of the most haunted highways in Scotland. A lot of people have claimed to be driving along late at night and someone has jumped in front of their car. Thinking they have hit them they get out to check only for Nothing to be there.

I've written upthread about something very similar to this happening to me a couple of weeks ago - but this was in daylight (sunrise) on the M23. I didn't pull over, but did brake, swerve and check all my mirrors! I'm telling myself there's a logical scientific explanation / reflected light on window / optical illusion .. but I am now tempted to go and google that stretch of road - I know exactly where it was, as I was just coming up to the exit I needed to take. On the other hand I would be absolutely shit scared if it turned out to have happened to other people in the same place.

Defiantly google it. That flyover near me was in a book about most haunted highways

Ooh I love these threads - place marking for later as I have no Woo stories to add.

Defiantly google it. That flyover near me was in a book about most haunted highways

I'm alone in the house until Tuesday so I ain't googling shit until then!

It was scary at the time, but then just put it down down to light reflection/optical illusion. Just wrote about it on this thread to have something to write about really. I'd already written it off.

Now I can't stop bloody thinking about it!

About 7 years ago, I worked in a school which has since closed. The main office and staff room etc were in the old 'school house' which was fairly old and where previous headteachers used to live.

I was doing planning in the downstairs lobby next to a brand new photocopier that had just been delivered a couple of days before. It was one of the ones where you press buttons on the screen, and it was the first of that type that the school had owned.

Whilst i was sat there working, the machine started making random beeping noises. I didn't really pay attention at first until I realised that it had been going on for quite some time and that the beeps were not regular in anyway (eg, not a shut down beep or anything). I recognised them as the beeps that it made every time a button was pressed on the screen.
After a while i got up and stood in front of the photocopier and looked at the screen. The screen was changing as buttons were being 'pressed' setting the machine to all sorts of paper sizes/ colour copies/ duplicates etc. If I hadn't known better, I could have sworn that there was someone there just playing with the machine, like a small child investigating something new. It didn't feel scary, so i just sat back down and got on, with the beeping continuing.

I did get a bit fed up after a while as it was distracting, and said 'Oh stop it, I'm trying to work'. Then about a minute later, I realised that the beeping had stopped, and to my knowledge, it never happened again.

I told everyone at work about it at the time, so if any of them know me, they will remember this!

bird ^ That beeping reminded me of the beeping coming from my washing machine. It was beeping on Saturday morning when we were off for the weekend to stay at the seaside. It was to say a final goodbye to my nan who passed away, she liked the place where we went.

Anyway the washing machine door was open like I'd leave it after taking a wash load out, and it wasn't on at the time. It had never beeped on it's own before, only to let you know when the cycle has finished. I heard the first beep and thought nothing of it, it beeped again and I looked... the number display was off. Thought it was weird then thought maybe it was the microwave so set the timer, let it go round for a bit and stopped it without resetting it to see if it would reset itself and if that was the noise. No one had set the microwave, and I know it wasn't that that made the noise as it was still set to half way through when I got back Sunday evening.
I don't know, it was weird for the washing machine to beep when it was off and the door was open.

Maybe my nan was channelling the washing machine because she never had one? (she hand washed everything since WW2!)

Ada student on an archaeological dig in Somerset years and years ago, I was working on a jawbone and teeth found on the site. I'm not woo at all, and it was probably all a dream, but that night it felt like I woke up in the pitch black, and there was a glowing woman floating over my bed looking down at me.

She didn't speak or motion or anything, just sort of wavered as if she was floating face-down in water. She stared at me with these enormous, bulging eyes for I don't know how long (felt like hours). When she vanished I lurched up and switched on the light and lay there with the light on till morning.

The next morning I got assigned to a different part of the dig and boy that was a relief.

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Back when cameras were still using film my friend, being the adventurous type she was went camping alone to get some good nature photography. She went to sleep and thought she heard something rustling in the bushes. She looked out her tent screen window with her flashlight and saw nothing. Shrugged it off and went back to sleep.

Next day we meet up for lunch while she's got her film in one hour photo at the grocery store. We go to the store, happily chatting about ... well, I forget as she thumbs through the photos. But I do remember watching her her fast twist into a terrified expression as she stopped on the last picture.

It was a photo of her sleeping in her tent.

Back when cameras were still using film my friend, being the adventurous type she was went camping alone to get some good nature photography. She went to sleep and thought she heard something rustling in the bushes. She looked out her tent screen window with her flashlight and saw nothing. Shrugged it off and went back to sleep.

Next day we meet up for lunch while she's got her film in one hour photo at the grocery store. We go to the store, happily chatting about ... well, I forget as she thumbs through the photos. But I do remember watching her her fast twist into a terrified expression as she stopped on the last picture.

It was a photo of her sleeping in her tent.

Back when cameras were still using film my friend, being the adventurous type she was went camping alone to get some good nature photography. She went to sleep and thought she heard something rustling in the bushes. She looked out her tent screen window with her flashlight and saw nothing. Shrugged it off and went back to sleep.

Next day we meet up for lunch while she's got her film in one hour photo at the grocery store. We go to the store, happily chatting about ... well, I forget as she thumbs through the photos. But I do remember watching her her fast twist into a terrified expression as she stopped on the last picture.

It was a photo of her sleeping in her tent.

Omg... Sorry... internet issue.

Marking place just in time for colder darker evenings!

The 'sleeping camper' story is very well-known.

www.snopes.com/risque/caught/snapshot.asp

When DD was a toddler (under 2) and just learning to talk, she would point towards the front window in our living room, shout 'man!' and run to hide behind the long patio-door curtains at the other end of the room. It happened quite frequently and it did freak me out a bit, but I didn't think much of it. That was until our neighbour popped round to discuss a tree in the garden. He was telling me he'd looked round our house when it was last on the market, and wasn't it terrible what had happened to the young guy who'd owned it before our landlords?! Apparently he'd been killed in a motorbike accident - the neighbour said 'he was a friendly chap, I'd see him looking out of the front window and he'd always wave...' My blood ran cold.

DD also used to talk about playing with a blue boy in the garden. I didn't probe her on that one and thankfully she's grown out of 'seeing' things. DS is now 2 and I think if he says anything about the man or the blue boy I'm moving house!

Seconding MamaLazarou to say that's a well-known urban legend type story. Your friend was pulling your leg!

As teenagers of about 14/15 a group of friends and I went through a phase of playing with home-made Ouija boards and trying to contact the 'other side'. I'm very non-woo but kept an open mind, curious to find out if there is anything 'out there'. I eventually got so spooked I vowed never to dabble again, and I never have. A couple of strange things happened. Firstly I was warned that the spirits were annoyed by what we were doing and that they would hurt me. That evening I was laying on the floor watching TV at home when suddenly, a mirror which had been on the chimney breast all my life fell and smashed right where I had been. Somehow I sensed it beginning to fall and I managed to roll out of the way just in time with impressive speed. Shaken, I tried to shrug this off as coincidence and continued to dabble in the occult. Then shortly after, we were 'talking' to a spirit who said their name was Henry (I've changed the names for anonymity but the real names are fairly unusual). As we asked questions, Henry responded that he had a message for one of us. When asked who he spelt out 'Ver'. None of us were called anything similar but I have a little sister named Verity who is very close to my dad. We asked what the message was but it wasn't coherent and we 'lost contact'. A little while later I was talking to my dad about his childhood. His father had died when he was a very young baby so he had never known him and never spoke of him. My dad then mentioned his father's name was Henry. I went cold and shivers ran down my spine. I told my dad about the Ouija board and talking to Henry. He then told me that as a boy he had played with a Ouija board and that he hadn't believed so he asked the spirits a question that no one other than he would have known the answer to. The spirit spelt out the specific one word answer. My dad said "I don't know what it is but there's something" and told me I should stop meddling with such things. My dad is absolutely the most non-woo person you could ever meet so I know there was no fabrication, exaggeration or melodrama in his story.

A girl I know made me a tiny little miniature bottle of Felix Felicis, (A liquid luck potion from Harry Potter. ) It was on a small chain to hang from the mirror in my car.
I took it out to the car and in the process of hanging it up the chain broke and the little bottle fell. Well I searched the car. Took out all the mats. While doing that I decided to hoover the car so I got into all the little spaces and there was no sign of it. It had literally disappeared. A few days later (after driving the car several times) I got into the car and there was the little bottle in the middle of the mat right under the steering wheel.
Magic!!!!

Aw, damn. I knew it would reach popularity one day. I was trying to tell a creepy pasta in first person. I must run off to find another.