#40

I love you sweaty gets me every time

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#41

My son (9) claims he saw the mothman hovering above out garden before flying off. He reckons he was a harbinger of doom cos he saw him a few days before prince Philip died (I reckon it was Phil himself tbh)

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#42

Love his stuff! Also Algernon Blackwood. Victorian authors all around, really.

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#43

Yessss, love it. Thank you, great spooking.

Did you get a vibe from the old lady? Any sort of menace or were you just (understandably) freaked out at the whole situation?

#44

Not that dramatic and not really a story but when me and my brother were teenagers in the old house we grew up in, we were both absolutely 100% adamant we heard a really clear, audible human gasp from just outside the bedroom door when no one else was home.

ā€¦this probably ruins it but back in the same room, probably at some point in the past year, we realised it was likely just the draft/wind blowing through the little hole in the ceiling that leads up to the attic. DEBUNKED.

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#45

Always get freaked out thinking about the story of the couple who adopted a kid and it turned out to be a tiny adult pretending to be a kid

Hope that never happens to me

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#46

This is real. Happened to me.

I was walking my dog, Frank, late one night, near to midnight. We were walking back home along the main road near to our house. It was misty, and raining lightly, and Frank was being a bit of a dick, stopping at every lamp post and wall to sniff whatever he could get his nose on.

We were about 20 yards away from a nearby concrete bus shelter. In the bus shelter thereā€™s a few notices from the local parish council, so on the way out Iā€™d popped my head in to read to see if there were any new notices. After walking down the road and turning around, we are slightly downhill, looking up at the crest of the hill where the bus shelter is on the right.

As we are walking, I glance up at the road ahead and I see a greyish man in a long coat and flat cap standing in the middle of the road. I see him for about a few seconds as Iā€™m walking, and the suddenly Frankā€™s extended lead snaps at the limit of the tether, so I turn around and shout ā€œCome onā€ to him. After he picks up the pace, I look back to see the man walking into the bus shelter. Now 15 yards away I pull Frank close to the lead to stop him jumping on the guy in the shelter, and start to walk past the shelter.

There was no one there.

I looked around to see if they had walked down the little pathway to the left of the shelter, or maybe to the drive way area to the other side, but was convinced that theyā€™d walked into the bus shelter. With no sight of the man, I suddenly feel the hairs on my neck stand up. Frank is standing perfectly still, looking at me, his ears dropped the same way that he does when heā€™s hearing someone opening the lock on our front door but everyoneā€™s in the house.

I mutter under my breath ā€œWhat in the fuck?ā€ and then power walk it back home.

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#47

Seems sort of ridiculous to put this here but I was staying in a (relatively old) hotel this weekend and was about to check out when I couldnā€™t find my socks - Iā€™d packed everything away, searched high and low. Literally every nook and crannie: on the bed, in the bed, under the bed. Iā€™d given up and put my trainers on, made the bed, went to do one last check of the bathroom, came out and they were there on my bed that Iā€™d just made. It creeped me the fuck out and I honestly canā€™t explain it.

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#48

Classic poltergeist.

When my sister was a teenager, she always had stuff like that happen. Like her keys would go missing from her coat pocket and turn up on top of a kitchen cupboard, or she would be looking for something for ages only for someone else to come in and it was right in the middle of the floor, unmissable. One of the first times was around when the Spice Girls first came out. We both sat listening to the cassette and she wrote out the lyrics to Wannabe line by line by listening to the tape. It took ages. We finished, put it on the bedside and looked away, and it was gone. She was furious with me for ages because she thought I was playing a trick on her, but I was like 7 and just wanted her to think I was cool! I would never have done such a crime!

She was in a really tumultuous time, and it stopped eventually when things settled for her. We theorise that she had some weird manic teenage energy moving things about. Mad that I never really think of it, it became a completely normal thing eventually where we would be like ā€œoh her poltergeist is acting out again, someone lend her keys.ā€ And it stopped so totally a few years later. My sister is 40 now so I guess weā€™re going back like 25 years.

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#49

Hate that for you but love it for the thread! At least Frank had your back.

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#50

I choose to believe it was a ghostly gasp, you surprised them when they were on their way to do a hauntinā€™

#51

Canā€™t remember if I told this before, fairy recent though not directly my story.

Last time I was with my parents was Christmas I think, theyā€™d gone to bed and I stayed up watching TV, finally decided to turn in and had just switched off the lights and was about to go upstairs when I heard this horrible noise that after a second I realised was my dad screaming. I stood at the bottom of their stairs for a minute wondering what the hell had happened, could hear them talking so left them to it.

A couple of days later we were having a drink and it suddenly came to mind so I asked them, and my mum laughed and said oh yeah your dad was having his nightmare, have you never heard about it? He has a flashback to when he was a kid and screams.

So my dad explained it - when he was a kid he shared a room with his two brothers, and one night, when he was about nine or ten, he woke up in the night because there was someone else in the room. It was a man, and he was standing by the window, pulling back the curtain and looking into the street - it was the light shifting that woke my dad up. My dad could only see his sillouhette but he knew instantly that it wasnā€™t their dad - just wrong size, wrong vibe, just clearly wrong. There was no one staying with them, no friends round. My dad almost said something when the figure moved again and my dad froze, closed his eyes and just lay there trying not to move or make a noise. Eventually when he looked again the guy was gone.

He asked his parents the next day and they were adamant they hadnā€™t been in the room and there was no one else in the house.

He still canā€™t explain it but it still freaks him out enough that he wakes up screaming 60 years later.

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#52

Donā€™t particularly believe in ghosts but Iā€™m open minded and itā€™s really interesting to hear peoples stories.

The only time Iā€™ve had a strange experience was as a kid probably about 6 or 7 and we were on our way somewhere and had stopped off to look at a church/graveyard or something. I remember being stood in that graveyard with my brother (a few years older) and parents when a group of people came in with a large dog.

Now we were a bit scared of big dogs at the time but that doesnā€™t explain what a happened next. I remember feeling like a bit of a black fuzz come over my head/eyes (a bit like if you stand up too quickly) and felt very disconnected. My brother said something like ā€˜those fucking peopleā€™ and I said ā€˜yeah and their fucking dogā€™.
Now we were young kids and would never swear like that and I remember thinking why am I saying this, this isnā€™t me and the black fuzz passed. We went back to the car and I couldnā€™t believe what happened and didnā€™t feel it was us who said it. I think it could have been a ghost in the graveyard who didnā€™t want a dog in there speaking through us as kids.

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#53

Eeee :grimacing:

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#54

Think i might have told this story previously back in the day

Move into a house in 3rd year of uni with a mate and 2 girls we donā€™t know. Really old terraced house. Straight away little weird things start to happen, lights flickering, cold spots, kettle turning itself on. Itā€™s an old house so the electrics might be weird and its a drafty place so just continue on thinking nothing of it.

Couple of months after i move in itā€™s my 21st and i come back the day after with one of those foil birthday balloons and drop it next to the door in the living room sit down and have a brew with the other people and nobody leaves the room. The balloon gets lose from the weight and floats into the hallway where the stairs are, sit there for another half hour or so then go to the toilet. Iā€™m the first person to leave the living room. Go upstairs and the balloon is tied in a bow on my door handle. Show them all and they think iā€™m winding them up i genuinely wasnā€™t

A month or so later a mate rings me says hes getting kicked out of his place and needs somewhere to stay or heā€™ll have to go to his parents at the other side of the country and not be able to get to uni, speak to everyone and its agreed he can sleep on the sofa for a couple of weeks to sort himself out. Never mentioned any of the weird stuff to him. First night heā€™s there get woken up by him shouting in the early hours, everyone comes downstairs to see whatā€™s happened. Heā€™s absolutely terrified and tells us he wasnt asleep, rolled over so he was looking outwards from the sofa and there was an old lady sat in the other chair watching him, heā€™s scared so closes his eyes to check if heā€™s dreaming reopens them and shes gone so heā€™s relieved but then realises shes sat on the arm of the chair heā€™s lay on smiling and waving at him.
He came and sat on the floor in my room until the morning and then moved back to his mum and dads.

Constant weird stuff happening but nothing scary or major until i have a massive row with one of the girls, the other girl is visiting her parents and the one i had the row with storms out to her boyfriends. Me and my mate are in the house watching tv that night and the lights start flickering like mad and it gets freezing cold. the light fitting and shade starts swinging from side to side and the light starts going on and off, was really scary, proper bangs on the wall around us. Then someone absloutely leathers on the front door, like trying to kick it through, rush and open it and thereā€™s no one there. We leave the house and come back the next day and the girls back and everything is chill again.

Goes back to just the light flickering, cold spots and stuff turning on and off for a couple of months.

Girl who i had the row with moves out and all the weirdness stops the next day. No flickering, cold spots or anything.

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#55

The girl you had the argument with, did she notice all the same weirdness as the rest of you? So interesting that it stopped when she left. The balloon being knotted is too much for me tbh, thatā€™s cursĆ©d.

#56

Ooh, freaky! In my mind you also had a thick Yorkshire accent when the ghost spoke through you.

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#57

Yeah we all noticed it.
Her mother was a faith healer. Think that may have played a part

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#58

Kind of buried the headline a bit there, chief :face_with_monocle:

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#59

Was 20 years ago to be fair and I was on a pretty important call when I was typing it :grinning:

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