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We're midway through a kitchen fitting job, just two of us there, and I had to take a day off to complete a speed awareness course. The client is out and so he's left working there alone.
He's a fairly typical builder type of guy, practical straight talking, not prone to flights of fancy.
The house is a nice detached 1970's place, modern and nicely furnished. In no way spooky or unwelcoming.
Anyway he's on his hands and knees fitting a cabinet when out of the corner of his eye he notices that the hallway light is flickering. He turns around to get a proper look and a figure goes past the kitchen door into the lounge. He gets up and goes into the lounge thinking that maybe their teenage son is at home but nobody is there. The light stops flickering and he calls out around the house to see if somebody's home but nobody is at home. Mildly spooked he cracks on with work.
When the client gets home he asks them if there is a problem with the hallway light and they say that it's fine so he drops the subject.
Anyway he goes home and that evening is sitting on the sofa playing with his 4 year old grandson. The grandson says to him "can you see him him grandad" to which he replies " who's that?" , " the ghost from today grandad" . He hadn't mentioned the episode at work to anybody at home and the grandson doesn't normally come out with quotes like this.
Back at work he's quite spooked by his little supernatural experience and is becoming a bit obsessed by the whole thing.
Whadaya reckon ?
Fooooook! Brilliant!
I used to love telling and listening to these kind of stories around the campfire.
That one would put the fear of bejesus into me 🙂
A practical part of one's brain knows this is complete bollocks, but I can recall 2 or 3 instances over the years when something has happened that defies belief.
I think that on STW, there is very little question as to what folk will reckon! 🙂
Christmas spirit?
and I had to take a day off to complete a speed awareness course
It was likely the ghost of the baby robin killed by the incident leading to this
Yup by my reckoning your mate's got about 7 days to make good on his earthly time or else be bound in a chain of his own making for the rest of eternity. Better get buying a massive turkey for the poor family with a lame boy down the road.
If this is a true tale, it's ace. Love it.
I don't understand how anybody can have the audacity to say that paranormal stuff is pure gash.
We know nothing about what happens post-asystole.
I've experienced an episode comprising several events that I cannot rationalise.
I’ve experienced an episode comprising several events that I cannot rationalise.
Oh god, not another Brexit thread......
My house was built in 1810 and has a “warm” feel to it that both myself and wife commented on when we had our first viewing back in 2009.
Things happen. Doors unlock and spring open. Things in other rooms fall over. Smoke alarms have fallen of ceilings and rolled up the stairs.
However, two stand out moments are as follows:
1. All four of us were in a room looking for a lost toy that my lad was getting more and more frantic about… and it came flying in from another room and landed at his feet. Like it had been gently tossed to him.
2. My, then 4 year old, daughter used to say hello to the “Dust People”. My wife asked where they were and got the reply “There’s one stood behind you”.
Sounds like the plot of every M. Night Shyamalan I've ever seen 🙂
Had he been Netflix & chilling night before 😉
My grandad used to have a few ghost stories..
He worked for Britax (at Longbridge IIRC) as a security guard in his later years. The dogs wouldn't go on the top floor at all. They'd just sit and bark..apparently dogs can sense 'spirits'.
He was driving to visit his dying brother in hospital and a figure appeared in the road. He didn't have time to brake and ran through the figure. No impact, no collision...he stopped and couldn't see anything. Got to hospital and his brother had died at about the same time as the figure appeared in the road...
The dog one really freaked me out as I worked in a pub with a small room downstairs that wasn't used much. One night the owners were away and it was dead. No customers at all, just their dog for company. Yep, the dog sat and barked at the top of the stairs all night..
thanks Grandad 🙂
Why ghost? Seems more likely to be aliens to me.
I wouldn't say "paranormal stuff is pure gash" but think it's odd how it never happens when there's any recording or measuring equipment set up to verify what actually happened.
Well, if we are telling ghost stories...
Now I'm an Engineer, possibly the worlds most cynical, boring, dull bloke ever, you get the drift. To me, things are right/wrong, black/white etc. Ghosts....pah.
Our first touring caravan was quite an old one. Never felt strange, always slept soundly in it etc. We were away once, near Sherwood Forest. Totally dark where we were camped.
Lying there one night, our youngest was about 18 months old. He had woken up & was a bit grumbly, & not himself. He settled off to sleep eventually. Before we fell asleep, just lying there talking, the Wife & I watched what can only be described as an orb of light, move slowly from the foot of our bed, down the caravan towards the end where the little one was. No sudden cold, spooky feeling at all. Just then the lad starts to wake again & we distinctly heard someone go "Sssshhh", & he settled straight off to sleep. Lights on, checked the caravan, nothing amiss so we went off to sleep. Fast forward a few months, the caravan was on our drive. I had to pop in late one night to get something. As I turned to leave I glimpsed something. Nothing tangible, just something, a shape is the best I can describe it. But it was more what I felt. Every sense I had told me that sitting there was an old lady. Again, nothing threatening or sinister, felt totally normal.
I didn't tell the Wife until we had sold the caravan a few years later.
Just to clarify, this is absolutely a true story. Not re-telling someone elses tale or telling for Xmas effect.
That's not to say that he definitely saw a ghost though. Even he doesn't refer to it as a ghost.
Our first touring caravan
I'm out
I love this stuff! Keep them coming.
Yeh, but they don’t watch you’re in the bathroom right???
I don’t understand how anybody can have the audacity to say that paranormal stuff is pure gash.
when there's hard proof like the OP and this thread...
what happens post-asystole.
dunno but it sounds painful.
Where's that "I'm not saying it's aliens" gif?
My work is built on an old shipyard where 124 were killed during a launched - ghost all over the place here.....
Loving the haunted caravan though!
Full of Christmas Spirit I reckon.
I’m 50/50 believer. If it happens to me, then that’ll prove it. All I seem to hear are stories or recollections, some so fanciful and some totally believable.
Who ya gonna call ??
My work is built on an old shipyard where 124 were killed during a launch
What happened? I'd be interested in reading about it.
A few years ago the passage light started blinking and then the kitchen door creaked slowly open. After replacing the crap halogen bulb and sorting the draft fromt the garage it never did it again, no flying cuddly toys though.
My daughter tells me that someone pulls her covers back over her at night and it aint me or the wife. She isn't bothered by it and is quite specific that its not a visible presence more a comforting warmth that she has a name for , her cuddly. I'll be honest and say it scares the sh1t into me ! Another 1800s house with some history around it.
We had a few odd things happen when we moved into our new house, strangely centred around dogs.
It's an extended bungalow and we were converting two bottom bedrooms into a kitchen/diner. There was a lot of dust, naturally, so one day I decided to mop the Lino flooring in the hallway. A little later, I noticed a set of what looked to me like wet dog pawprints tracked from the wet hallway, through the dining room and into one corner of the kitchen. Only in one direction though. And we didn't have a dog.
Shortly after, as I was fitting the kitchen, we had a lot of boxes etc. in the dining area. I turned back around and our plaster Jack Russell (don't ask) had been placed squarely in the middle of the dining table. I might have done that, but I'm still certain I didn't.
Also, in the old house, we had a baby monitor in my daughters nursery when she was a baby. We had bare floorboards, so anything could be heard over the monitor. If her dummy dropped out, it was clear downstairs and we could go upstairs and give it back before she noticed it. One night we heard the familiar clatter and I went upstairs to give her back her dummy, only to find that she already had it.
Bruise Willies - are you saying it was dead people? 😉
In the words of Most Haunted's Stuart:
"That's poltergeist activity, that is".
Or Ken Dodd's dad's dog.
Smoke alarms have fallen of ceilings and rolled up the stairs
I would leave and never return to that house...rolled up the stairs...
rolled up the stairs…
Another reason not to buy a house with subsidence.
Rolled up three steps. Turned right on the landing and rolled another 15ft until it stopped under the bedroom window in my lad's room.
We heard the "bump" as it fell, but didn't find it until we were putting him to bed as we had foolishly assumed that it would have rolled down the stairs.
Probably the weirdest thing was the feeling that both myself and wife got during the viewing. We both decided within seconds that we had to live here. We were only looking at it because we were interested in one just up the road and thought that whilst the estate agent was with us we may as well look at it too. The one up the road is bigger, costed less and would probaly have been the better option, but we didn't buy it. The people who sold us this house did instead.
I have a couple. I don't overly talk to my sisters much tend to see them once every couple of years at xmas. Anyway when we were little we would occasionally stay over at our grandparents 3 bed. When my second sister came along I used to stay in the box room and they would share the larger room. I was quite happy as I used to have proper horrible nightmares in that room, about the glass blowing out and being sucked out into the dark. Turns out, despite never mentioning it, both my sisters said they used to have the same nightmares in that room...
More recent a year or so ago out with my 2 year old, its early morning at the local park it has loads of eerie mist about and hardly anyone as its cold (trying to let wife nap). Decide it would be quite atmospheric to walk through the graveyard (Southampton common cemetery) as its pretty spectacular. Its is spooky cool, until my 2 year old points at one particular gothicy gravestone and says 'daddy can we go through that door' - proper chills up spin, hairs on end and picked boy up and legged it!
I would leave and never return to that house…rolled up the stairs…
I rolled up a carpet once
H_T_S - that definitely sounds like the beginnings of a movie plot, you should get writing!
I love your stories about spider towers Harry! keep em coming.
My daughter is T1 Diabetic, so we are always wary of anything to do with her eyes. After the “Dust People” incident we were straight off to the eye hospital to get her checked for “floaters”.
Her eyes were clear and when asked what she saw she said “people that look like dust”. I worked out that she only saw them in certain rooms (her room, my wife’s office and the living room). Our house used to be two cottages until about 1930. She only sees them on one half of it.
This went on for a year or so then she stopped seeing them.
...and ...i've only just relaised this... When the smoke alarm fell if it had gone down the stairs it would have crossed from one house to the other. If it had fallen off the ceiling the way the house was originally configured there would have been no stairs there at all, but there would have been a wall to deflect it towards where it ended up.
Brilliant, I'll be reading these to my wife and daughter tonight!.
If anything goes missing or is moved we just say the "Fred" did it.
My Wife's great great uncle was called Fred. We was killed in WW1 and we have his Death Penny fastened to the wall. Fred had nothing to do with the house, but we blame him anyway.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Memorial_Plaque_(medallion)
We moved into our current house, built around 1890, over ten years ago. Anyway youngest son, who was three at the time. Kept talking about the man on the stairs. First time he came into our room in the middle of the night to ask about the man on the stairs. Ran straight out and nothing there. Checked the whole house and nothing.
Also the house used to randomly smell of pipe smoke. No one smoked, next door neighbours didn't smoke. Bit random.
Not had anything like that for about 5 years now.
Like others have said I'm pretty much black/white in my outlook. If there's no evidence then I generally don't believe in it. However after the above episodes I'm not closed to the concept of spirits, ghosts or whatever.
Ghosts? Don't make me laugh.
This is all the work of fairies.
Just watched that 'Lights out' short and as she plugs the light in and goes back under the covers a pair of glasses fell off the shelf next to me and landed on the desk......... I hardly jumped at all*
*This may not be entirely true
I’ve experienced an episode comprising several events that I cannot rationalise.
we're all struggling to rationalise it
I've only had one incident that I still can't explain to this day. Approx 20 years ago, living alone in a flat I moved into about 4 months prior. I done a complete refurb, took everything back to structure an redid floors, walls, bathroom, kitchen and everything else incluing new doors and windows (at this point only I had keys, it was a brand new lock). Came home one night after work and the curtain pole from the bedroom was lying in the hall with the curtains wrapped up around it. It was lying dead centre longways along the hall which is parallel to the position it started at in the bedroom, only now had a wall between it and it's staring point. I installed it as well, it was solid, screwed into a wooden piece of trim which in turn was screwed into the wall. No signs of the screw holes being damaged, it was as if it had been unscrewed not ripped or fell out. How it managed to get out of the bedroom door, roll itself up and rest in the position it did, I'll never know.
I have interogated just about everyone I know over the years since to see if anyone could have done it. If it was a practical joke then it must be up there with the best ever. There was no other signs of anything else either at the time nor since.
Must've been a Pole-tergeist.
It had a hidden meaning curtained inside
I had to take a day off to complete a speed awareness course
I reckon this is all a thinly veiled ruse to get this off his chest. Think of all the baby robins OP, shame on you.
I love these threads! There was one a while ago, someone told a tale about a night ride past a school playground?
"I know, just keep pedalling" I think was the line that made me giggle like a 6 year old girl.
Think of all the baby robin ghosts
In the 80’s my old man and his business associates had a villa in Portugal on a relatively new estate. Now my Dads the biggest cynic going but one night he woke up and looked into the en-suite to see what he thought was my mum pointing at the loo, that was until he realised mum was in bed next to him....
He got up to see what was going on and the woman was still in the bathroom pointing at the loo, he looked back at the bed to check on my mum and then looked into the en-suite to find the bathroom empty. Properly weirded him out.
We found out a few years later that somebody else staying there spent one night in that room and then refused point blank to go in that side of the villa.
I think someone should pitch the caravan story to Netflix.
Brilliant.
senor j
I think someone should pitch the caravan story to Netflix.
Brilliant.
Inside No 9 might be a good point too...
I think someone should pitch the caravan story to Netflix.
bindun
About 10 ten years ago I was out on my bmx at about 10pm in the dark with a helmet light on. I was on a dark lane and it was misty. I clearly saw a figure walking along the road on the other side and watched it for a bit thinking it was a drunk or something. I was getting closer all the time. It then just vanished. Thought maybe it had been someone who had gone through the fence or passed out in a ditch. Went past a few days later in daylight. No ditch, no hole in the fence nothing.There were some streetlights close by too so although it was pretty dark, there was some light and my helmet light. I am pretty certain it was a ghost.
My mum had one in the warehouse of where she used to work. Footsteps could be heard and it did an impression of members of staff shouting to each other.
we’re all struggling to rationalise it
I was wondering how often that image would return to err..haunt..Derek.
Trumpton - yours was likely your own shadow refracted by the mist (Brocken spectre)
Mrs Gti keeps saying somebody is trying to put the willies up her. I swear to her that it's not me.
We live in what used to be a Catholic Church with a Schoolhouse underneath.
Built some time in the mid 1800’s
I have woken up a couple of times in the early hours to the very distinctive smell of insense.
(The really smokey, chain Thurible type)
I was brought up Catholic so the smell is instantly recognisable but I haven’t been in a church for 25 years or more where it was used (weddings/funerals only for decades basically)
This was [b]Exactly[/b] the same, both in smell and in intensity too.
Anyone who is familiar with it will appreciate it’s not the sort of smell you would encounter in that strength anywhere else.
And it wasn’t just on waking either, I moved around the house and could smell it everywhere for about 20 minutes.
Haven’t mentioned it to mrsG as I really don’t want her to freak out about it. 😳
Trumpton – yours was likely your own shadow refracted by the mist (Brocken spectre)
Was about to post the same thing.
My mum had one in the warehouse of where she used to work. Footsteps could be heard and it did an impression of members of staff shouting to each other.
That one sounds like an echo...
Not that I want to piss all over the ghostie stories though...
The only one I have can, (un)fortunately, also be explained.
When I was a teenager, I was on holiday with my parents in (iirc) France, and we were visiting an old chateau/castle. I was mooching about in the old dungeon, when I suddenly felt the most intense sense of dread/terror. I've never experienced anything like it, it was like I KNEW I was in extreme danger/about to die. I sprinted up the stairs and outside at lightning speed. In my head, my life literally depended on getting out of there.
I later read some research about infrasound, which apparently can cause such feelings. Chances are there was some configuration of geometry and a source noise that was generating infrasound in the dungeon, and my subconscious thought I was about to be eaten by a lion so told me to get the hell out of there.
That sounds like the ancient BBC film "The Stone Tape" which scared the willies out of me in the 80s. I think. I don't know if it's available online.
Friends of mine in South Africa have a lodge at a place called Waterval Boven. Down the hill they discovered a neglected cemetery beside the railway containing the victims of a rail crash in 1949 and some British Boer war graves. They cleaned it up and strimmed the bush and sometimes take their visitors down there, I went and it was a very poignant place. One day some visitors were there with their son aged four who suddenly asked: "What are those soldiers doing Mummy?" Asked what he was seeing he described British Boer war uniforms, rifles, the lot and said that two were sitting under the tree smoking and one was standing and that they looked as if they were waiting for their friends. No adult saw anything and they boy knew nothing about the Boer war. It's the most believable ghost story I've heard.
A few years ago I heard someone running down the stairs of my house in the middle of the night - not just faint noises but properly loud running. I ran down expecting to find a burglar but there was nothing there - no sign of anyone being there nor any sign of a break in. The house was a terrace and my staircase was on the wall of the adjoining property where their staircase was too so it could have been a noise from that house but I knew it was empty - but if someone had made that noise, surely I would have heard more if someone had got access to the empty house?
Properly spooked I went back to bed and tried to go to sleep. The next day I investigated more and I had a look next door and I noticed a dirty great black soot mark and rubble coming out of their fireplace – clearly some masonry had simply fallen down their chimney and as it bounced off the inside of the chimney it made the footsteps sound.
I didn't before that experience and still don't believe in ghosts.
Woody I was deffo not me. Large man walking upright on the opposite side of the road coming towards me. I was on a bmx so to pedal i was throwing the bike from side to side. The figure did not move side to side.
I was lucky enough to grow up as a kid living in a place called Hopton Hall, my mum worked for the owners and we basically lived in various cottages that would have been for the servants back in the day, the hall in its day had people like Cromwell staying at it so was steeped in history.
There was one cottage which had a proper wrong room right at the end, latched wooden door, sloping floor, one of those places where even if your favourite toy rolled in to it and it would roll to the back of the room you would think **** it, it's stopping there. I can't explain it but it was cold, you felt watchwd, well only this past weekend whilst randomly talking to my dad dis he fess up that he too was very wary of the same room after seeing something in there several times, he kept to himself all these 30 odd ****ing years.
My dad was in RAF, early in his career he was stationed at a base that has as it's Gate Guardian a Spitfire. Rather than plastic copy which is often what they are now, this was the early sixties and the plane was essentially pushed to a patch of grass at the end of the war, it's canopy screwed shut and left there.
Many years later at a Xmas party, the duty Guardsman comes running into the mess claiming that the Spitfire's engine is running! Queue several dozens of variously sober and admittedly drunken RAF personal pile out to find that indeed, the Spitfire's engine is running, the exhausts glowing red...After a short time, it starts to run down, and stops. A brave sole walks over to it, and the cowling is cold, as it should be as the engine hasn't run since the mid 40's and it has no fuel or other fluids in it.
Mass delusion? opitical illusion? who knows.
Haven’t mentioned it to mrsG as I really don’t want her to freak out about it. 😳
She has never noticed this intense smell?
She has never noticed this intense smell?
No. Both times I noticed it, it was maybe 3 or 4 am and she was asleep.
I wasnt sleeping well as I was waiting for hip operation and was often awake in the early hours at the time. I don’t think it was the smell that caused me to wake up on either occasion.
Maybe a dream triggering a memory long buried away. Could take a while for your senses to adjust after waking up.
Could well be, I honestly have no idea. Certainly felt very “real” though.
No doubt it did and memories or weird and triggered by other senses. There’s certain things people can talk about relating to work and I get an olfactory memory. The smell isn’t there but it’s quite real to me.
Then the opposite a smell can trigger a memory and makes me recall something from years ago.
My aunt worked in the Culloden Moor battlefield centre in the 1970's. The centre wasn't busy in those days and she would often be the only person there for hours on end.....except for the ghosts of dead highlanders passing through the walls and wandering the moor.
And now it’s busy they’ve stopped visiting.
No doubt it did and memories or weird and triggered by other senses. There’s certain things people can talk about relating to work and I get an olfactory memory. The smell isn’t there but it’s quite real to me.Then the opposite a smell can trigger a memory and makes me recall something from years ago.
All very possible and quite likely.
But that wouldn’t explain the ancient looking priest standing on the coffee table reciting the mass in Latin and swinging the thurible around now would it 😂👍
No that one is filled under bullshit. 😬
Interesting that a lot of these experiences happen when you are knocking an older house about.
We've had a number of experiences when we have been doing old properties up. It seems to disturb something. It then generally settles down when the work is completed.
Enough to make me believe that there are some odd things that we can't explain. As a result I am open to the concept of ghosts.
But that wouldn’t explain the ancient looking priest standing on the coffee table reciting the mass in Latin and swinging the thurible around now would it?
No that one is filled under bullshit.
What do you have against old religious apparitions?
#nunsponge
No that one is filled under bullshit.
Indeed.
The whole Inense thing though, the first time it happened I just put it down to a vivid dream/memory trigger thing.
But for the exact same thing to happen again a month or so later, made it feel a lot more strange.
What do you have against old religious apparitions?
#nunsponge
😂
But for the exact same thing to happen again a month or so later, made it feel a lot more strange.
I bet. I’ve been in some interesting places on my own for long periods on nights. Sounds, movement and yes smells in a strange or even familiar environments can make you feel ‘strange’.
Anyone else read this as my mate saw a goat at work ..did it catch fire?