True ghost stories 👻

karmacoma said:

Something weird happened to me last year.

My daughter was about 14 months old, and her speech has always been quite good, so for the most part, I could communicate with her. (This is relevant, not humble bragging)

I take her with me to slimming world classes, which are held in this old village hall. They always have a sort of jumble sale on, and occasionally I’ll get a toy or item of clothing for her from there. Anyway, one day there was this owl picture. It was like a hologram pic, so looked like it moved. My daughter LOVES owls, and squealed with delight when she saw it going “Owl mummy!” It was only £1.50 so I brought it for her.

We took it home and I put it on a self in her room. That night about 1am, I awoke suddenly to my daughter screaming, I ran into her room and she was standing up in her cot completely hysterical. I picked her up trying to soothe her and said “what’s the matter darling?” and she pointed behind me and said “the man the man!-horrible man!”

I turned round and there was nothing there. It was really eerie, but I thought she must of had a bad dream. I calmed her down and she went off to sleep.

The exact same thing happened over the next three nights. At this point it was too weird for me so I took the picture from her room and put it in the living room.

That night she didn’t wake up at all. However, our 3 cats, who always sleep in the living room, came upstairs into our room and wouldn’t budge.

The next day I threw the picture out - haven’t heard about ‘The man’ since

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Motherofboys said:

Not a haha for the happy birthday song, more so that the money money money just made me snort my drink

I have so many ghost stories! Some of them still terrify me. Especially my son and his "friend".

So..

My son was about 4/5, started seeing this little boy. This little boy would play with him, talk to him, reassure him etc. Just thought it's an imaginary friend, BUT, he's autistic, really struggles with his imagination and draws things instead of speaking his emotions etc.

I was home alone with him and he turned round and said "..... wants to say hello to you mum. He won't speak in front of anyone else" my whole body went cold, hair standing up etc. Before all of this though he would giggle about his friend doing things, moving stuff etc. I told him I didn't want to speak to him because he was spooking me out. So about half hour later he comes to me with a drawing (I'll actually dig this drawing out soon) showing a picture of a boy by a tree. Told me in detail that he was alive 50 years ago and lived in a big house for naughty children because his parents were dead. Because he was so naughty, he would be "electric shocked" on the head at night time. Then one night he touched the "electric" and died. The nasty men buried him by the tree.

So by this point I was a little scared () put him to bed and said goodnight to his friend. Sat on the settee for a couple of hours researching. So.. there's an old children's home about 5mins away from mine. It was knocked down a few years ago after a nasty fire. There was loads of child cruelty cases that came about from there to do with the carers and church that worked there. Shut down years before it burned. The dates my son gave me matched up with this. It also went into detail how they would give children electric shock therapy for behavioural problems!!!

Now as my son is autistic, he sees a psychiatrist every couple of months due to how he is. We mentioned this to her. She was fascinated. We recorded him talking about him and everything. She's taken all of that and has been working on looking into this!

I seriously considered getting a priest in. It was that unnerving. But since I stitched crosses into all of his pillows he doesn't talk about him at home. He'll mention he's seen him in school though! I'm not religious at all so I think I did this as a comfort thing really for me.

Baring in mind by the time he spoke about this he was 5, he's now 8 and will randomly mention he's seen him. He never ever watched anything to encourage that or seen anything remotely similar. So god knows how he knew all of it! We don't encourage the talk as quite frankly it's scary and I'm alone with the kids!

Sorry if it's a bit rambly, I'm trying to type whilst I have him around me (by around me, I'm being pestered)

I'll also try and get some more put on here later!!!

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Welsh1 said:

When I was about 14, I was cleaning my bedroom and came across an old bible on top of my wardrobe that was open on a certain page. I didnt think anything of it, removed it and put it in the bin. I'm not religious. About a week later, I just had a weird feeling that someone was in my room with me at night, there seemed to be more of a breeze than normal and felt abnormally cold. One morning, I woke up and my nail varnishes were lined up at the foot of my bed, nail varnish remover and a lipstick were lined up beside it. I went downstairs and mentioned it to my mum who instantly went pale and she asked me if I'd removed the bible, not knowing why she asked me that, she went on to tell me that when I was 6, she'd heard me scream, she ran in to my room, I'd wet myself and I was stuck to the wall, it took her ages to get me off it as I was petrified, my uncle who was an RE teacher at the time visited my bedroom and felt he sensed something so told my mum that putting an open bible on top of my wardrobe would make sure I was safe. Nothing else happened until I'd removed the bible. All I know is that before moving in to the house when i was born in 1987, a couple had lived there, the woman was a victim of domestic abuse and ended up going to the mountain opposite my house and throwing herself off a bridge

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Fififoo said:

I lived in a house which had been in my family for three generations. My great grand parents lived there, my grandparents and I lived there with my mum. Funny things would always happen. Things would get moved, you would hear footsteps up the stairs and their would always be bangs or things falling down. never Felt scared when I lived there and the house always had a lovely feel to it. When my mum died I decided to down size and moved to a different property so I sold the house and moved in to a flat. I had arranged for a medium to come round as I wanted to have a girls night and house warming. The weeks leading up to that night were horrendous. I could not settle in the flat. I could not sit in the living room so would just sit in the kitchen. I hated having a bath as I felt like someone was watching me. I hated drying my hair in the bedroom as I had my back to the door and again felt like someone was watching me. one night I went to the loo during the night and as I switched the light on the bulb exploded on my head. I felt paranoid all the time and thought I was losing the plot. The day the medium was coming around I had a friend staying with me. On the morning she went in to the living room to open the curtains. We then got ready and I went in to the living room to get my bag and my sofas had been turned upside down. I called my friend in and asked why she done this to my new sofas. She started to laugh and say I haven’t done it you have. we both stood there frozen. I had to go to work and before I got home the medium had turned up before I got home and my friend let him in. He is a chatty chap but as soon as he walked in he just kept asking my friend where I was and that he needed to speak to me ASAP. When I got home he asked me what the hell had been going on in my flat. Before I even spoke to him he said what has exploded on your head and what has been moved. He said that he had to do an exorcism before he could do anything with me. I asked what it was in the flat and he would not tell me apart from that if he did not get rid of it then it would fuck with me physically, mentally and emotionally. Needless to say I was in tears. He said h usually charges three grand to cleanse a home but he would not be charging me as whatever it was was a nasty bastard. We did the exorcism and it was me and him in a room. I had candles lit and it was like as wind blowing in the room. He put whatever it was in to a object. He said I could pass it on to someone I hated or get rid of it. Horrible experience and not really had anything major happen since thank god.

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LifeOfRiley said:

My Mum has encountered quite a few incidents with spirits or alike. She is a Nurse.

Her most remembered -

She trained as a Nurse in a old Military Hospital and whilst working a night shift when she was Qualified she was instructed to a ward with another Nurse. The ward was a end of life ward, none of the patients were able to get out of bed.

The Hospital had many wings and wards and was supervised by one Matron who circulated the Hospital. The ward was secured by two Fire Exit style doors which were locked as standard and the only keys were kept in the Nurses station or on the Matron. Mum said they were massive heavy doors and only opened in one direction and took an almighty push to open.

Mum had just done the checks and she was sat in the Nurses Station with the other Nurse, when they heard footsteps. The Footsteps were coming from the direction they expected the Matron from. Mum said the room went ice cold like you could see your breath. She just froze as did the other Nurse.

The double doors both opened the wrong way, foot steps went down the ward, past them and then to the other set of doors which opened the wrong way. Mum said then the temperature rose and she and the other Nurse just looked at each other and then they went and made a drink.

Mum went and tried both doors with the key and they were both locked, and on unlocking it was not possible for the doors to open the other way.



Another....

Mum was tending to a lady with severe Dementia and the lady hadn't spoken for years. Mum said the room went uncomfortable and her and the lady just stayed still. After a couple of minutes the lady looked and my Mum and said 'its ok my dear they've gone now'.



My Mum has seen loads of odd things and she said that its almost standard in a Hospital - :O

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Fatllama said:

I have a few it involves my parents house - very old Victorian house! Now both my parents had things happen to them and both my siblings! One who refuses to be alone there.

my sister and I lived on the third floor (attic type rooms a joined) she was old enough to have a boyfriend and would stop at his house. Now every time she was out when I went to bed I heard talking in her bedroom and walking around etc. It was vile.

Everything would always go missing, I was clumsy and lost my stuff a lot. But it happened to my mam a lot and then she would find it in the middle of the floor.. or somewhere really stupid!

The most disgusting one which still fills me with terror to this day is .. I was in the bath reading Harry Potter nothing scary just reading .. my mind wasn’t wandering. + I heard a noise .. a tap or a gulp but didn’t think anything of it (I was focused on my book) and then it kept happening. Then right in my ear it was a VERY loud harsh whisper of my name, just *NAME* really loudly.
I ran out the bath/bathroom and down the stairs bollock naked screaming my head off (17 at the time) and my Mam still says to this day she has never seen me look so frightened.

i used to be in my room hear the front door go, my dad throw his keys on the kitchen table etc. I would rush down to see him ... no one there.

I have since moved out and my mam says she was washing the dishes and the back door opened and closed - the noise of the handle etc - and it shouted ‘mam I’m home’ in my voice - and she knew it wasn’t me as I live 200 miles away and she said she didn’t turn around because it had never used my voice before.

last one or ill be here all day. My dad doesn’t really believe in anything. He was in the living room one night and the main lampshade caught his eye .. it looked like it was moving .. and it started swinging (it has tassels on it) the ironed clothes on the back of the door started swinging and when he looked back to the lampshade ..a figure walked into the television.

my niece used to go half way up the stairs and whisper into the corner of the wall and when we were like what you doing get down - she said she was talking to the man.

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Janey1 said:

A creepy story from DS forum:

I once temped at an extremely old Royal Institution in Holborn in London, which pre-dated the Great Fire of London.

The Building itself was built & rebuilt a number of time on the same spot & housed absolutely fascinating paintings of old Fellows of the Institution, dressed in 'Dick Turpin' style attire.

It also housed a pathology museum & lecturing halls which contained deformed fetuses in jars & all form of medical macabre'ness dating back centuries. Anyone who knows Holborn in any level of details already knows exactly where I'm talking about - and a quick google search will enlighten the rest of you you.

However, what may surprise people is that in the basement, is a Mortuary. If you donate your body to science, this is where you may end up - serving as a learning tool for visiting lecturers - who have accommodation in the levels above the museum.

My role was a very last minute Security Guard. Though I had absolutely no experience in Security at all, I was at a loose end & the temp who was supposed to be there 'let them down very badly at the last minute' - so I agreed to go in for their Graveyard Shift - knowing nothing about the place other than it's address.

It was easy money. I locked up a few doors separating the museum & lecturing halls from the accommodation part - and buzzed in a few visitors, stumbling in from the pubs after the 11pm 'curfew'. Apart from that, I sat on the net and made myself coffees all night.

Nothing remarkable happened the first night, and in the absence of another placement I agreed to stay on for a few weeks.

Thereafter, things started getting odd.

I'd be sitting on the security desk and my bag (which I'd popped under the desk) would vanish. Id later find it exactly where I left it. My coffee would move to the opposite side of desk. Shadows would appear in well lit places or appear to move.

I was quite prepared to put all of this down to my imagination until one night, just after I'd finish locking up the doors between the museum & accommodation - I went back to the Security Office to return the keys when something on the CCTV monitor caught my eye.

In the corridor I'd just locked (which was adjacent to the office) was a man dressed in 1800's garb, walking very calmly towards to dividing glass paneled doors. He was in his mid-to-late twenties and had very pale skin, but was otherwise very solid. Outfit asides, there wasn't anything otherworldly about him. As he approached the door, light shone through it on to him as if he were solid.

'Sh*!' I thought. 'I've locked someone in!' I thought - having no reason to think otherwise.

I grabbed the keys again and jogged out of the office towards the doors, called ahead

'I'm so sorry! I didn't realise anyone was still....'

My apology was cut dead however as a floor to ceiling column of really dense shadow emerged through the glass doors (almost like watching a rain storm on the horizon) and passed silently across the foyer.

I looked through the doors and saw noone. I looked back at the shadow & it continued very deliberately through the foyer to the guest bar area.

The column threw me, but I was still thinking I'd locked someone in. Maybe they'd seen the column and freaked out. But where to? The corridor was locked. As were all the rooms off the side of it. I'd just locked them.

I unlocked the dividing door and went back to check. One of the rooms was unlocked but was completely empty. The street lights from outside lit the room up to almost daytime brightness. Definitely no one there. An intruder maybe?

Having no experience of this I rang up my emergency 'Out of Hours Contact' - who was the Building Manager.

'I've locked someone in the museum - but I can't find them.'

To say he was pissed off was an understatement. Half an hour later, he arrived and we both carried out an extensive / fruitless search of the museum.

'But he was on CCTV!'

We rewound the tapes to the time I saw him - and saw nothing but a dense column of shadow pass in front of the screen.

The building manager left, seething that I'd woken him & gotten him to come in for nothing a worst - a shadow at most - and left me to sit out the rest of my shift alone. But I knew what I saw. It was a person. I could make out the detail on his outfit. His hairstyle. Eveything.

When the Accommodation Receptionist arrived at 7am, I decided to very nonchalantly ask her in a round about kinda way (so she wouldn't think I was mad) about the place.

'So, this place is really old, huh...' I ventured lamely 'Bet these walls could tell a few stories?'

She immediately shot back with -
'What have you seen? What happened'
'What do you mean?' I asked.
'You've seen something. That's why the other guy before you left in the middle of the night. That's why they all leave You're asking me for a reason, not out of the blue.' she said, seeing straight through my lame atempts at subterfuge.
'Well yeah...?' I said 'But I didn't actually think I was right?! What... what did I see?'

She went on to tell me how the place is notoriously haunted. (The unlocked room especially.) The guy before me (who's shift I'd covered at the last minute) had legged it in the middle of the night when he looked out of the security office and saw a woman in a floor length gown running across the foyer. As all our guests need passes, he ran after her so he could sight her pass.

'Excuse me?!' he yelled a number of times as she lifted the hem of her skirt and ran up the stair case, which wound it's way around the rear of the foyer.

As he reached the landing in the middle of the stair case and she neared the top - she vanished into thin air, right in front of him. He scarpered mid-shift and when he refused point-blank to ever return - so I was drafted in to fill his shift.

Admittedly, this did freak me out a little - but as I said in my last post, I'd had other supernatural experiences in the past - and what set this apart from those, is that I felt no sense of malevolence from what I'd seen. If it were a 'bad' spirit - you get a real feeling of 'this thing wants to cause me harm' - and I had no such feeling. Yeah, it was unsettling - but I was intrigued more than terified.

So I did return - and it was the start of what was one of the most fascinating experiences of my life.

The next time I saw it, a week or two later I was locking up the guest bar on the far side of the foyer. As I was about to exit - again a floor to ceiling column of shadow emerged from the museum corridor opposite & rushed towards me, in the darkened bar. There was nowhere to run except further back into the dark - or straight into it - so I stood rooted to the spot.

As it passed through me, it was extremely suddenly cold and felt like static electricity passing over me. (Like when you take clothes out of the dryer & pass them over your hair.) It litrally crackled as it passed through me.

Again, I didn't feel it was out to hurt me - but it definitely wanted acknowledgement that it was there. So I eventually caught my breath & said out loud...

'Seems like you want a drink even worse than I do!'

At that, there was a massive thud behind me in the dark.

My heart was almost beating through my chest at this point, but I called out

'Well, make yourself at home. Have one for me!' - so I walked out, locked the bar & went back to my desk on the far side of the foyer.

I sat staring into the bar, which seemed extremely dark now. A short while later - the column of shadow emerged out of the bar and edged into the centre of the foyer - as if it were eying me.

We stared each other out for about half an hour or so until the shadow eventually faded away.

This is far from the end of this story - but I'll continue it another time.

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H12345 said:

I’ve had sleep paralysis it’s awful.
My middle son is 6 and he can tell me all about his past life to the point. Story never changes. He also tells me how he died in a fire and the birth mark on his back is like a burn .
I was asleep last week and awoke to a book I’d put on my drawers laid on the floor next to me. I’m guessing someone threw it as a massive bang woke me up and then I found it.
Our house has started creeping me out for about 2 months though I get weird feelings every know and again like an urgency and it will be freezing cold then just go completely.

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Redwine said:

I've got a few stories. We currently live in an old cottage and have regularly heard loud bangs from the bathroom.. I hate it in there. I don't know why but it really scares me in there. I sense a woman is telling me to get out. I thought maybe my mind was playing tricks on me until my friend said she thought my bathroom felt weird (this is before I had even told her about my own feelings).

When I first met my husband 15 years ago he lived in a house with his two best friends. I would go and visit and often stay over. The whole house made me absolutely terrified. If I needed the loo in the night I would make him come with me. He probably thought I was mad. I was there in the house one day on my own while he was at work. I was sat in the living room watching TV. And I could hear the toaster going up and down from the kitchen and I was definitely the only one there at the time. I told him how scared I was of the house and he kind of dismissed how I felt as he doesn't belive in any of that. Until one night the tv in his bedroom came on on its own in the middle of the night. That freaked us both out a bit. Years later, all the friends are now moved out of that house and have wives and kids etc. We all meet up quite regularly and one night we all got talking and everyone said how scared they were of that house. We have since found out that someone committed suicide in the house about 30 years ago. So who knows?! I can't explain it but I felt very very uncomfortable there.

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Redwine said:

I've got a few stories. We currently live in an old cottage and have regularly heard loud bangs from the bathroom.. I hate it in there. I don't know why but it really scares me in there. I sense a woman is telling me to get out. I thought maybe my mind was playing tricks on me until my friend said she thought my bathroom felt weird (this is before I had even told her about my own feelings).

When I first met my husband 15 years ago he lived in a house with his two best friends. I would go and visit and often stay over. The whole house made me absolutely terrified. If I needed the loo in the night I would make him come with me. He probably thought I was mad. I was there in the house one day on my own while he was at work. I was sat in the living room watching TV. And I could hear the toaster going up and down from the kitchen and I was definitely the only one there at the time. I told him how scared I was of the house and he kind of dismissed how I felt as he doesn't belive in any of that. Until one night the tv in his bedroom came on on its own in the middle of the night. That freaked us both out a bit. Years later, all the friends are now moved out of that house and have wives and kids etc. We all meet up quite regularly and one night we all got talking and everyone said how scared they were of that house. We have since found out that someone committed suicide in the house about 30 years ago. So who knows?! I can't explain it but I felt very very uncomfortable there.


I've got a few more, but sometimes I don't know whether I am just being crazy. I often sense things and am really tuned into people emotionally. So much so that other people's emotions have a real impact on me if that makes sense?! Who knows. It could all be in my head x

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