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??

One Saturday night almost 11 years ago, I was out having dinner with DH (we'd only been married for a week so was all very romantic). Suddenly, I felt a tremendous sensation of panic and desperately wanted to get home, and that I wanted to see my mother. DM and I lived at opposite ends of the country and I hadn't seen her for a couple of years - despite loving her dearly, our relationship was always complicated. Anyway I tried calling the number I had for her but there was no answer. I tried and tried, all night, with no luck. Eventually I went to bed, exhausted, but still feeling this sadness and need to see/talk to DM. Next day I called and called again, with no luck.

My Monday morning the panic had subsided but I felt so horribly sad and couldn't stop crying. My mum still wasn't answering the phone. DH suggested I call her local hospital, just in case, so I did.

She had had a massive stroke and was admitted to hospital on the Saturday afternoon. She lost consciousness at precisely the time on Saturday evening when I felt that sudden panic and need to see her. She died in the early hours of Monday morning, the morning that I woke up to find the panic gone but this awful sadness.

In the days that followed I was constantly on the phone trying to organise things and to various family members. After ending one call to my brother I put my phone down on the sofa between me and DH. A few moments later it lit up and we both heard my mother's voice saying my name, the special name only she called me. The tone of her voice was as if she was calling me, and she did it twice. Then the phone went dark. It was actually really comforting and I wasn't scared at all. DM always said that when she died, she would come back to me somehow. I used to laugh and tell her not to be so daft, but I think she actually kept her promise

I love the Nightclub Man story. Thanks to whoever posted the DigitalSpy link upthread -some good ones on there!

Thanks for re-posting the nightclub one - brilliant

I've got two. One involves my grandfather and father, and the other my brother.

Ok, the first requires a little bit of explaining.
I'm Canadian, and my grandfather was born in a little village outside of a place called Sackville, New Brunswick in 1918. He was the oldest of 13 kids, and a year or so after the youngest was born (my great uncle Eddie) the whole town was hit by tuberculosis. My great-grandfather died, 4 of my grandfathers siblings died, my great-grandmother spent years in the sanitorium as did my great uncle Eddie. Not to mention that most of their neighbours died or were very ill for many years. My grandfathers family were pretty poor to begin with and it was even worse after my great grandfather died until World War II started and my grandfather, great uncles and great aunts all managed to get jobs in the military and after that work with Ford or with various hospitals as nurses. It was so bad that when my great uncle Eddie was 3 my great grandmother had to hand him over to an orphanage in St. John's because she was no longer able to care for him, so Eddie never really spent anytime in their house until he was 18 (my grandfather was in this mid-30's). That was around the same time that my great grandmother moved out and my grandfather and his brothers decided to turn their old house into a hunting cabin (it was really small and out of the way). Anyway, once they started going there for trips that's when Eddie started spending a lot of time there.

Now, According to my GF, my Great Uncle, my father and his brother, every time they were there and Eddie was there, the front door would burst open at the same time every evening and the after a few moments the my great grandmothers old rocking chair in the corner would start to rock. Eddie would sit in the chair next to the rocking chair and talk away to the woman he said was sitting there. She, and her family, and passed away from TB when Eddie was in the sanitorium with my great gran. Apparently she used to go on and on about her family too Eddie, and then the chair would just stop rocking and Eddie would say "Well, she's gone for the night." My Grandfather and his brothers even found the graves of the family in the nearby graveyard.

I'm very sceptical about ghost/woo stories until I'm alone at night then I become more open minded but I do have a couple to share courtesy of my parents who are normally sceptics too.
First one happened years ago when my mum was young and the family went on holiday in Norfolk. They were with my mums aunt, uncle and two small cousins, the youngest being two or three. My family seem to have a thing for visiting old churches and, sure enough, while driving through a village they came across one and stopped to have a look. As they walked in the door, the youngest cousin started to become hysterical, refusing to go any further. When they took her outside to calm down they asked her what was wrong. She said she wouldn't go in because of all the men fighting down by the alter. Of course no one else had seen anything but a bit of investigating revealed that the land where the church was built had been the site of a medieval battle.

And the other one:

Back in the early 80's my dad was a fireman in the West Ham/Limehouse area of London and would often do night shifts. IIRC he told me that there was a corridor where the phone was with a camping style cot. One of the firemen would sleep here to take calls while the rest slept in the dorm/changing area. When he first started he found out that the others hated staying in the phone corridor because of 'the ghost'. My dads heard the stories but didn't believe them really so wasn't too bothered when it was his turn to man the phone. Sure enough at about 2am he was woken up by footsteps approaching him. He sat up assuming it was one of his workmates but there was no one there. The footsteps went past him down to the other end of the corridor where they stopped. Needless to say he was a bit more open after that!
I'm sure he had more stories but I can't remember any of them. I'll ask when I see him next :)

Ok, my brothers. A little shorter ;)

You can actually google this one, because it's a pretty famous haunting in Halifax, Nova Scotia. My brother and I both went to the University of King's College, which is the oldest university in Canada, and it's been where it is since the 1800's. During WWI and WWII the campus was taken over as officers quarters. I'm not sure which war it was, but one of the officers fell in love with one of the maids (we still had maids when I went there in the late 90's) and then he went off and got himself killed in action and she was left pregnant so hung herself in the stair well of the men's dorms. The dorm is now called the Angel's Roost, and ever since if you open the stairwell you might see her still hanging there, but even more creepy is she visits the guys in the dorm at night. There is not a single guy I met who stayed there that did not wake up with her at the foot of the bed at least once during their time there, including my brother. My brother said she visited him every night for about 2 weeks, and she always looked really sad. However, a friend of mine who had a boyfriend in the dorm so she used to stay over, and she said she woke up every night and the woman was there standing at the end (not sitting) and looking really angry. Apparently her boyfriend would find his stuff broken or a previously clean room all messed up and destroyed. Eventually they decided to only stay at her place (this happened to other girls who stayed there, but I only really knew her, so can only vouch that she wasn't the type to believe in this stuff).

Oh great to see more stories added and some very creepy! Keep them coming!

place marking! Love this.

Bump and place mark! Will return tonight to finish reading and add my own two not very exciting stories

Ok I have told these before on MN.

We moved house last year. Both our last house and this are Victorian ones (mildly relevant). In the last house, nearly every evening, come summer or winter DH and I would hear footsteps walking across the master bedroom as we watched tv downstairs. We both reckoned it was pipes but jokingly referred to it as the ghost. The thing is you never heard it if you were in the bedroom at the same time, always heard it downstairs and it sounded like an adult walking purposefully from one side to the other.

Roll on move time and we had been in this house for a few weeks. The bathroom is next to a spare bedroom (unfurnished, bare floorboards, full of tools), the doors are next to each other and then there are 3 further doors to other bedrooms across the landing and further down the end of the house. DD2's bedroom door is across the landing from the spare room. At bath time one evening DD2 was getting her pjs on in her room and DD1 was still in the bath so I leaned out of the bathroom to chivvy DD2 on and saw her (she is 4) dart out from her room into the spare room. Really quickly. And she appeared to be wearing a white nightie (she does have some). I was surprised and thought she was being a pain so went to the spare room to remind her to get out of it (with it being full tools etc) and she wasn't in there! Walked over to her room and there she was pulling on her pjs. I was really taken aback. I KNOW I saw a small child like her - clear as day. Really made me shaky. Occasionally now, as you walk up the stairs you see a shadow moving quickly out of the corner of your eye as you turn in the bend of the stairs - but I tend not to look too carefully now. That said, the house never feels spooky - very warm and welcoming.

That just makes me think of that film insidious! I used to hate having the baby monitor on!

Oh! I just remembered something quite creepy that happened when I was about 19. I was spending the night at DH's (we both still lived with our parents at the time). He said that in the middle of the night I suddenly sat up and started chatting away, eyes open like I was awake. DH asked what I was doing, to which I replied I'm talking to the man at the end of the bed'. I don't remember any of this but DH said he couldn't sleep for the rest of the night.

Most likely it was just a dream and I was sleep talking however I'm not really known to do it. MIL also likes to tell people that their house is haunted by an old man so throw that into the mix and it is pretty strange.

Love this thread!

I've got quite a few, here's one for starters:

Used to work in an office organizing work experience. We used to get a batch of all the kid's application forms from the school. We would then sort through them and find them places to go for their work experience.

Was sorting through a batch of the forms and one student had not filled in a certain section of the form. So I called the teacher:

Me 'Student XYZ hasn't filled in section 123 of the form, we need this info to find him a place'.

Teacher went quiet. 'Which student did you say?'.

Me: 'Student XYZ, he completed all the sections but not this one'

Teacher quiet again. 'That's impossible'.

Me :'What? No, I have the form here, you'll have to get him to fill it out'.

Teacher: 'XYZ died last year in an accident. It's impossible that you have his form. He never completed one'.

Me: 'Well, I have it here with his signature....'

Now, the forms were filled out the week before and then given to me. They were dated the previous week.

Very, very odd.

My wife and I moved into an old house a few years back. We're told that one of the rooms which had stone flagged flooring was used to being animals into the house during bad weather (which gives you a sense of the age of the property). Anyway, not long after moving in, one night we were watching TV in the lounge, when my mobile, which was lying on the coffee table, fell on the floor. I assumed I'd left it hanging over the edge, so I simply picked it up and carefully placed it in the middle of the table. A couple of minutes passed when we heard scraping noise and we BOTH watched in silence as my mobile slid from the centre of the table and fell on the floor again. Being rational people, we tried to put the experience down to something like an uneven floor causing it to slide. But then it started happening to other objects on other surfaces. From time to time, we'd actually SEE an object move with purpose and then fall on the floor, other times we'd hear a clatter, only to find something had fallen over in another room, or a picture fallen off the wall. We put it down to something mischevious living with us but not really causing us any harm and lived with numerous odd goings on until we moved out for unrelated reasons. Items would go missing and turn up in odd places. Things like car keys would be "lost" and then appear on the kitchen table days later (where we'd see them if they'd been left there by one of us by mistake).

I've never told the wife this (she's a bit twitchy about the whole subject) but just before we moved out of that house, the mobile incident repeated itself when I was in alone one night. I picked it up and put it back on the kitchen surface (where it had fallen from). I was a bit p@$@$ed off as I was worried it could have been broken and instinctively shouted out something like "for Gods sake, pack it in will you!!" My phone then flew off the edge of the unit again and hit my leg. Needless to say it shook me up and I decided not to respond to any further incidents. I'm a cynical person, and don't believe in any gubbins like those daft ghost hunter TV shows, but there is definitely SOMETHING living in that house other than the current owners.

Ooh beards that is odd! Although could another student have filled it in? I was always quite good at forging signatures so I never had to give a report to my mum as I could sign the slip myself

I grew up in the middle of nowhere in Devon, in the night my brother sister and I would look out the window and see what seemed to be a white dog running around. After seeing it for more than a week we decided that it didn't have a home and tried to find it, despite one of us being up in the window and walky talky ing where the dog was, the other never managed to find it. while my parents were doing up the garden they dug up foundations of an old cottage, there were animal bones, including that of a dog.

Also down the lane there were two holiday cottages opposite that were always empty. They used to have animal skulls and stuff in the windows. Every time I walked by I always used to hear movement inside, like furniture being moved etc. Sometimes the lights were on, sometimes not. May well have been animals inside and knocking stuff, but my sister and a friend swore they saw an old woman inside both of them lurking about. Couple of years later someone turned up to them, I was walking my dog by at the time and said hello, asked if they were staying at the cottages, only to be told no as they were completely empty and didn't even have lights or running water etc. I refused to walk by it ever again

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found in my dads flat something took a dislike to one of his things. He had 3 figurines on his unit, captain jack sparrow, pinhead from hellraiser and Freddie Krueger.
Freddie would get thrown from the unit to the other side of the room. It was too far for it just to have fallen. He moved this figure to all sorts of different places and it always got thrown to the opposite end of the room. With enough force to snap his "fingers" eventually my dad got rid of it.

I was home alone with my new born. I was downstairs tv was off and I heard my baby cry over the monitor. I just sat and listened too him cry for a few seconds to see if he would go back and then I heard a mans voice say "are you ok?" I panicked and run up to his room and no one was there! I have gone in to his room many times and he is laughing at something/someone in the other direction!

Just quickly, and to place mark.

Didn't happen to me, but read it in our newspaper. A guy investigates supernatural things in our city. One was about a family, the mum, the dad and the little boy (4 at the time).

One night the parents heard their son chatting and laughing away. They checked on him, he said he was playing with his new friend Fred. Assuming it was an imaginary friend, they said night to their son, and to Fred. This went on for some time. Then one evening there was a loud scream and their son in tears. He was in the corner, petrified. He said Fred had been nasty and mean because the boy had said it was too late to play. They calmed their son down, that was that. One day, the boy and his dad went out. The mother went to her son's room and did some tidying. Feeling silly, she told Fred off, saying that she would take her son to the doctors if she must, but Fred should be nice or else.

Later that day, after dad and son arrived home, the boy asked his mother what was wrong with him. She asked him what he meant, forgetting what had been said to Fred. He then said that Fred had said mummy shouted at him and said that the boy would have to go to the doctors. Needless to say, the mother now believes in ghosts! I look forward to reading more :)

This happened to me a couple of hours ago so have just copied from my other thread:

Just picked dd up from preschool and had a bit of a weird woo moment which I actually cannot explain.

We were walking down the road, lots of families and children around as just round the corner from the school. A little boy not much older than Dd (so maybe reception age) ran from behind me and up to DD.

They started running together and playing. I looked around for his parent but couldn't see anyone he obviously belonged too so assumed he was with parent about ten foot behind us.

Carried on watching them play whilst also telling them not to run on too far. At this point little boy got about four foot ahead of Dd, turned into somebody's drive and crouched down behind the low wall separating drive from road.

Dd laughed and ran up to shout "boo".

He wasn't there.

Dd and I looked everywhere but there was nowhere he could possibly be hiding as it was all open and exposed (long driveway with no plants, bushes, or cars to hide behind. House set very far back from road. Just this very low wall and concrete. No coverage anywhere) Looked in two gardens either side and not there either. Looked for his parents and all of the other families had dropped away into houses and cars so we were the only ones nearby for a good 30 feet or more. Nobody obviously looking for a child.

I didn't imagine him as Dd was asking where he had gone. We both saw him run behind this wall.

Where the chuff did he go????

Hairballs - "The poster (she was a nanny IIRC) who was skiing, staying in a snow-surrounded chalet and woke up in the middle of the night and saw footprints all around the perimeter of the property leading up to the back door or window but no footprints leaving."

I think this one turned out to be a fake.

One of the children she was nannying for kept talking about the blood man, and I think she even posted a link to the cabin. Someone was knocking on bedroom doors in the middle of the night but it couldn't have been anyone staying in the cabin.

They came back to the UK and a few weeks later visited some waxwork thing, and the little boy pointed out a soldier type waxwork and said "that's the blood man!"

I can't remember what happened exactly but I think after that second thread it was decided to be made up, or a trial run for a book idea.

It's another one I'd buy if they published it though.

Marking, love a woo thread

I've spent most of the day (day off!) reading various MN spooky threads and what strikes me most is how the same basic stories get retold by various different posters, sometimes with bits added or taken away or changed.

For instance there's a thread from a couple of years ago where someone's mum/nan is making pastry, goes to answer the phone, comes back and finds little hand prints in the pastry. It pops up again on here; except this time it's crumble mixture.

The stick/slender man story STILL gets regurgitated even though it's A) Years old and B) Well known to be an urban legend started deliberately to see how easy it is to start an urban legend!

Still love this sort of thread though

Place marking, will come back to post.