Ghost stories to liven up a dull Monday morning!

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Starting a woo thread for spooky, creepy, strange experiences! Has anyone got a true ghost story they would like to share to liven up a dull Monday morning? 👻

I have recently had to sage my car as all of a sudden my dog was terrified. As soon as I was done, she was no longer scared of the car.

However, I think I brought them into the home. The day after I saged, I saw a white shadow pass right to left in the hallway and then a few hours later, a dark shadow walking in front of my cooker. That same night as everyone was asleep, my dogs toy moved on its own (it's next to me on the floor - Ddog and DH were both asleep) and then I felt someone grab my cheek (the cheek not facing my husband).

I've had a lot of experiences in my life but this is the most recent one that comes to mind.

Glad you found the Paranormal section!
I love an un-hijacked woo thread :)

Ha ha! Found it in the end! 😆👻

Don’t jinx it 😉. I’m sure the know-it-alls will be here in a minute to tell us all how stupid we are or that we should go to the GP because we obviously have something wrong with our brains 😂.

I lost my gran 18 years ago. We were really close.

About 3 weeks ago I woke in the night to see
her standing next to me. We talked. I said I missed her and wanted to hold her hand again just once. So she held it. Really held it, and squeezed it. Then said she had to go.

I went to the loo, came back to bed & hubs woke up and asked who’d sprayed perfume (she always smelled like a mix of Aveeno and White Linen when he knew her). I don’t own the perfume as one of the base notes is one I’m allergic to. Hubs even said ‘it smells like your gran in here’

I know the sceptics will say I was dreaming but I was wide awake. We’re going through some health scares with hubs so I like to think she came to give me reassurance.

The house I grew up in was haunted by the woman who’d lived in it from when it was built until she died (over 50 years). She would move things around and on one occasion threw a cup (that was part of the ‘good’ china set and right at the back of the cupboard) at me for cheeking my mother when I was around 17.

There have been other things too - more ‘woo’ than ghosts though. Years ago, walking home from a club with a friend. The fastest way home was a set of steps. I got to the bottom of them and said nope, not going up there, there is something really wrong with them. We turned around, tried to persuade the young woman behind us to walk the long way round with us but she wouldn’t. Unfortunately she was assaulted halfway up. She tells police that two women had tried to stop her going up the steps; when they tracked us down, they asked why & when I said it was just a feeling on my part they said to always listen to it.

I lived in a basement flat in a converted Georgian house which had been a hospital in a previous incarnation.

Visitors often mentioned how spooky the bathroom (which was really huge) felt. My husband said he got the feeling of women in white dresses in there, although he never saw anything. I thought it was just him putting two and two together with the old hospital story. Then, two separate visitors, one being a tradesman come to install a shower said they got a feeling of women in white/nurses uniform being in there. Dogs wouldn't go into the room and my nephew who was little at the time wouldn't go in alone.

We used to hear someone calling "Hello down there" down the stairs and DH, visitors and I were all woken on many occasions by someone saying our names loudly into our ears. Everyone would describe the same voice - an older man, well spoken with a deep voice.

We moved out after a few years and as we were leaving our neighbour in the upstairs flat said that he'd initially rented our flat and wanted to buy it but was put off by 'the ladies in white'. His girlfriend at the time wouldn't stay there with him because of it.

Lots of things but two from when I was a child. I was at a birthday party in the local chapel we were doing the conga (I think) and we went up the stairs where there were rooms I was on the end and I saw a little boy sitting in a classroom on his own an old wooden lift up desk in front of him. He was saying he was stuck and couldn’t get out. Everyone had gone back downstairs I ran down told my mum there was a little boy stuck upstairs so she and a few other mums went up, the room I had seen him in was now a small cupboard for fancy dress. I got upset because I was so adamant I had seen him.

Another one I was skipping down the road in a seaside village where we were staying and as I rounded the corner there was an elderly lady sitting in a house in front of a large picture window in a chair beckoning to me. It had a wrought iron banister to the side and stone steps up to the front door. Because I’d been taught never to talk to strangers I ran back to my parents who weren’t that far behind me and told them. They came round the same corner but there was the side of a house, no steps no window no old lady.

As a teenager, we lived in a house that had a very unsettling, creepy vibe. Before we moved in, the elderly lady who lived there died when she was visiting her son in London. I’m sure this knowledge contributed to the way I felt there, but two things happened that I can’t explain.

The first incident was, we were sitting in the living room one night watching TV. While watching TV, we always had the lights out and usually a couple of candles on for soft lighting. The way the living room was set up, you could always see the door to the hallway, which had a partially see through frosted glass panel, and either you’d be looking straight at the door, or it would be to the left out of the corner of your eye.

One particular candle flame started going crazy, like there was a gust of wind near it or someone was blowing on it. The next second, the candle just went out, and as we all looked around to see if anyone else noticed it, clear as day, we saw a figure walking down the hallway away from us coming from the kitchen.

Nobody else was in the house at the time and we all just sat there a bit dumbfounded and not really knowing what to say, but we all saw the same thing.

The second incident happened when I was in with my younger brother who was just a toddler at the time. My stepdad had taken my mum to work to start her night shift and because it was late and he was already dressed for bed, I said I’d look after him until my stepdad came back.

For some reason, I had the “big light” on while I stood at the window for a bit with my brother so that he could look at the cars. All of a sudden, the light went out, and aside from being a little taken a back, I didn’t think much of it and thought either a power cut or something just tripped, so I went over to switch it back on and then saw that it had been physically switched off.

Again, we were the only ones at home and that honestly scared the shit out of me. I ran out and went to my friend’s house across the street and didn’t come back until I saw my stepdad’s car coming back.

When he got home, I told him about it and he checked the electricity meter, which was fine. The switch was also one of those thick ones that you’d need a proper amount of pressure to switch off and on, so it wouldn’t move easily.

Maybe we had a ghost that didn’t like light, but I never stayed in that house on my own ever again, and was very relieved when we moved.

These are so interesting. Did you ever do any research on these locations? Specifically the church to see what was there before or if there were any events that would explain the little boy?

I did on the chapel it dates back to the 11th century but I couldn’t find anything specifically about it being used as any sort of classroom. It had 2 rows of the old wooden desks and he was wearing grey shorts and I want to say the little hobnail boots, I just remember how distressed he was. I sometimes wonder what might of happened if I’d have opened the door. Except it was a fancy dress cupboard so probably nothing!

That’s fascinating, but also really sad.

Ive told these on here in the past, so forgive me if you've read them before.

I stayed in a hotel near Banbury with DH. Room was on the top floor of an old coaching inn. I woke in the night and felt there was someone in the room. I looked down the bed and could see a young woman sanding perfectly still with her back to the wall on the far side of the room looking at me/the bed. The light from the window (street lights) lit her up from the side. Eyes wide open now and propped up on my elbows i could still clearly see her. I started nudging DH awake keeping my eyes fixed on her. I sat up. She was clearly still there. I was shaking DH with my left hand and he finally started to wake up. I never looked away. But only as he started to sit up did she slowly fade. And he bloody missed it!

One he did not miss:
We pulled into the entrance to a field to see to DD in rear car seat. It was a cold winter morning. As i got out of the car i saw two people walking across the field straight towards us. Maybe 10 meters away. Adults, male and female. Both wearing navy blue. Huge field, grass was v short. No other cars around. Very sparse hedge. No actual gate. I got back in the car and looked past DH (the people should have been v close by then) to acknowledge them (you kind of do in very remote countryside) ... and they were gone! DH saw me looking puzzled and looked the way i was looking. I said nothing but he said 'where did they go?!' I swear there was no where they could have gone. They'd vanished into thin air!

I once drove past an old lady scrubbing the steps of a big house. She was wearing an old fashioned pinny, and had a head scarf on. Thing is it was 2 o'clock in the morning. I was so puzzled i turned the car straight around and went back. She was gone.

I've had 2 or 3 other strange experiences. I don't seek them out. One was very scary. Most just leave me wondering!

Following as i love a good paranormal story, have a few of my own i will try and come back with.

Either you are my hairdresser, or someone else has had the exact same experience as you in an old coaching inn near Banbury!!!!

Another one of mine. Building where I work is around 150 years old. Had various uses over time (this is relevant). To get my original office you could either use the main stairs or the back stairs. Every single time I used those, I half saw a woman in a VAD uniform. I didn’t initially know it had been used as a respite/recovery home during WWI.

A few months ago, in my new office, talking to a colleague and we both see someone walk down the stairs and past my door. Except there was only us in the building. Colleague turns to me and says ‘did you just see that person’ - so we go looking. No-one in the rooms past me and the bolts were still on the rear door, on the inside. They hadn’t passed us again and would have had to in order to reach the other doors.

i have to say that in both incidents whoever they are feels friendly, and I’ve not been scared to be in there alone at night either.

@MedievalNun You have a username just made for this thread.

We have an elderly man who pops in every so often, just stands at the end of the hall looking, can be a bit odd sometimes but no harm so we leave him be .

@Aposterhasnoname

!!!! I'm not a hairdresser. Which means someone else has seen her.

Ooooooh!

I did mean to add, about the young woman, i had no sense of malevolence from her at all. I had no fear, which is weird really.

A time i did have absolute fear is during the time i worked in a shop in West London. Old building. The stock room upstairs (sorry again if you've heard this before) was a place which was awful to be alone in. I was not the only one experiencing things up there. The day i stood downstairs on the shop floor with a colleague listening to something crashing and stamping violently across the floor upstairs was the day i handed my notice in. It was early morning, the stockroom was still locked and there was no one up there, and no way in or out except past us at the bottom of the stairs.

Yikes!

@Laiste Hopcrofts Holt? Lots of stories about that place!

Not me but my mother’s story.

In her 20s she lived in King Street or Kingly Street in a shared house in Covent Garden. Whilst she was there she lost her father’s gold crucifix he’d carried with him in WW2 and she heard a man’s voice in her head saying awful things. A male friend of hers stayed the night with her as she was so scared and gave her a Victorian crucifix to protect her. Mum eventually moved out of there.

FFW to a few years later and one of mum’s close friends who lived in Australia died and her best friend Sue came to stay with my mum in London. They knew each other but weren’t close and hadn’t seen each other for years. They were standing in the kitchen when Sue said “do you remember the old house in Kingly Street? That was a strange house”. She then proceeded to tell the story of when she lived there and had seen the bottom hem of a woman’s dress striped pass next to or through a doorway. Sue rushed into the next door room
to find the other occupant huddled up scared against the wall having also seen the same thing. They were friendly with a local policeman who’d come to call on them and they asked him to investigate. He found out that a woman had been murdered in that house by a man. That would explain the man’s voice my mum heard and the striped dress the women saw. My mum hadn’t told Sue any of this, she only told her her story when Sue had finished her story.,

I was driving home after visting
my Friend who was sadly about to die from lymphoma, he was only 25 😖
he got quite distressed that day so I left as his mum wanted to have some alone time, it was close to him passing. On the drive home I kept seeing green lights in my rear view mirror, I’m sure it was him as I got a call from his mum later that day to say he’d died not long after I’d left the bedside … I still miss him 31 years later 🥺

I live in a new build house and not long after we moved in, I was woken up to the TV on loudly downstairs. Noone was there. I switched it off and then went to back to bed. It then went on again when I went back to bed! Husband just thought it a fault with our tv box turning itself on. Then last week, I hoovered and mopped the floors and went upstairs while it dried. I came back down an hour later and there was a big bit of dried mud in the middle of the floor - I couldn't have not hoovered it up when I was cleaning! Also the footprint pattern in the mud didn't match any of our shoes.

In case this was a shoe shop, I once worked somewhere in Hammersmith where older/more established staff had a longstanding tradition of frightening newer recruits by telling stories about the haunted stock room, claiming to have experienced eerie things in there, and 'staging' stuff like stomping around up there at a time when the door was locked from outside (having been let in by another staff member who was in on it).