Do you have any "true" creepy stories?
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Fastchas said:
Martin350 said:
When I was in my early twenties my parents went away on holiday so I was home alone for a week or so.
On the first day they were away I got home from work, put my mobile phone on my desk and put the radio on, much louder than usual, of course.
After a couple of minutes I could hear another noise, so I turned the radio down and realised my mobile was ringing.
Just as I picked it up it stopped ringing.
I looked at the screen to see who's call I'd just missed and it said "Home".
I double checked the house and I was definitely alone.
I know technological things can do odd things, but I've always wondered what would have happened if I'd answered it in time...
My GF had a call from her dad in Sheffield yesterday wanting to know why he had a missed call from his daughter's house at 4.15am that morning. She had no explanation.On the first day they were away I got home from work, put my mobile phone on my desk and put the radio on, much louder than usual, of course.
After a couple of minutes I could hear another noise, so I turned the radio down and realised my mobile was ringing.
Just as I picked it up it stopped ringing.
I looked at the screen to see who's call I'd just missed and it said "Home".
I double checked the house and I was definitely alone.
I know technological things can do odd things, but I've always wondered what would have happened if I'd answered it in time...
One day we turned up, and two minutes after we entered the house the Wife's mobile started ringing. The caller, was her parents home phone. Completely baffled as to how this was happening, my Wife nervously answered the phone.
It was her Dad. Apparently he's got some service set up to route calls through his home number when calling from abroad!
DanielSan said:
Roy Lime said:
I have premonitions.
Some of them prove to be startlingly accurate.
For example I feel this thread will be good, harmless, round the campfire fun until one of the resident Pistonheads Mr Logic characters turns up to ruin it.
I'm even pretty sure I know which one it will be.
I must be psychic because I had the same thoughts.... And probably the same guess Some of them prove to be startlingly accurate.
For example I feel this thread will be good, harmless, round the campfire fun until one of the resident Pistonheads Mr Logic characters turns up to ruin it.
I'm even pretty sure I know which one it will be.
Went to Fiji on holiday and then on an escorted trip round the place. Went into an ancient camp, taking plenty of pics of course.
We all went into the 'witchdoctors' house, and listened to the guide, I tried to take some pics inside the room, nothing. Thought I must have run the battery down.
The guide said that you may fiind that your cameras are not working, many nodded. We cannot explain why this happens.
It started working again when I left the house.
We all went into the 'witchdoctors' house, and listened to the guide, I tried to take some pics inside the room, nothing. Thought I must have run the battery down.
The guide said that you may fiind that your cameras are not working, many nodded. We cannot explain why this happens.
It started working again when I left the house.
One evening when I was about 8 I was lying in bed and felt sudden repeated pressure as though someone was playing the piano using the bed as a keyboard. I was scared s
tless. Happened two nights later and then never again.
Fast forward 10 years and at least 5 times for about 3 months I heard footsteps coming down the stairs next to the bedroom. Quite clearly, and wide awake, and me the only one in the house.
I know a serious psychic but would dare get him in as I don't want to open up a can of worms. He had told me that 'spirits' are more active when there are children and adolescents around.
Very old people seem to accept these things as normal I've often wondered why maybe its because they have had a lot more life experiences.
tless. Happened two nights later and then never again.Fast forward 10 years and at least 5 times for about 3 months I heard footsteps coming down the stairs next to the bedroom. Quite clearly, and wide awake, and me the only one in the house.
I know a serious psychic but would dare get him in as I don't want to open up a can of worms. He had told me that 'spirits' are more active when there are children and adolescents around.
Very old people seem to accept these things as normal I've often wondered why maybe its because they have had a lot more life experiences.
Years ago, the house opposite us had a reputation for being haunted (go on start laughng).
We are still friends with the people that lived there, and the new owners that moved into it.
One afternoon, my Dad and I were tinkering with a car, when the new owner Rob came over for a chat, carrying his little girl (she was about 5 I think?). We were chatting away, and the little girl Laura was yawning away, so my Dad jokingly said to her "you need to go to be early Laura, you're very tired". She responded "I didn't sleep well, I don't like sharing my room with pretend people, they watch me".
Made my hairs stand up!
We are still friends with the people that lived there, and the new owners that moved into it.
One afternoon, my Dad and I were tinkering with a car, when the new owner Rob came over for a chat, carrying his little girl (she was about 5 I think?). We were chatting away, and the little girl Laura was yawning away, so my Dad jokingly said to her "you need to go to be early Laura, you're very tired". She responded "I didn't sleep well, I don't like sharing my room with pretend people, they watch me".
Made my hairs stand up!
Flew from Alicante to Gatwick two weeks back to attend a funeral, sadly the sixth so far this year. Arrived at the farm where I was staying, got out of the car and heard another car coming through the arch into the farm courtyard. It was my dead friend's Audi. I was transfixed for a moment until the daughter jumped out and gave me a hug. Phew!
I had a dog about 15 years ago and after coming home from a night shift, I shut him in the dining-room downstairs while I went upstairs for a kip. At around 10am, I awoke to hear him climbing the stairs, then walk across the landing and sniff around the bottom of my bedroom door.
At this point, I couldn't figure out how he had got out of the dining-room, and secondly, my bedroom door just pushed open normally. There was no latch to speak of. I called him, but he didn't come in. I just thought "Sod you then", turned over, and went back to sleep.
When I woke up later on, I went downstairs and there he was, still shut in the dining-room.
Was I in a semi-dream state? I don't know, but my girlfriend back then swore there was something dodgy about the house, and apparently she saw a bright light in one of the bedrooms one night as she went to the bathroom.
At this point, I couldn't figure out how he had got out of the dining-room, and secondly, my bedroom door just pushed open normally. There was no latch to speak of. I called him, but he didn't come in. I just thought "Sod you then", turned over, and went back to sleep.
When I woke up later on, I went downstairs and there he was, still shut in the dining-room.
Was I in a semi-dream state? I don't know, but my girlfriend back then swore there was something dodgy about the house, and apparently she saw a bright light in one of the bedrooms one night as she went to the bathroom.
Baz Tench said:
I had a dog about 15 years ago and after coming home from a night shift, I shut him in the dining-room downstairs while I went upstairs for a kip. At around 10am, I awoke to hear him climbing the stairs, then walk across the landing and sniff around the bottom of my bedroom door.
At this point, I couldn't figure out how he had got out of the dining-room, and secondly, my bedroom door just pushed open normally. There was no latch to speak of. I called him, but he didn't come in. I just thought "Sod you then", turned over, and went back to sleep.
Something similar happened to me. Dog was shut downstairs, barking one night really loudly, sounded louder than the 3 doors should have allowed. Went down and tried to get him to be quiet.At this point, I couldn't figure out how he had got out of the dining-room, and secondly, my bedroom door just pushed open normally. There was no latch to speak of. I called him, but he didn't come in. I just thought "Sod you then", turned over, and went back to sleep.
Luckily I missed the burglar who has opened the doors. Unluckily he got away with my car!
Baz Tench said:
I had a dog about 15 years ago and after coming home from a night shift, I shut him in the dining-room downstairs while I went upstairs for a kip. At around 10am, I awoke to hear him climbing the stairs, then walk across the landing and sniff around the bottom of my bedroom door.
At this point, I couldn't figure out how he had got out of the dining-room, and secondly, my bedroom door just pushed open normally. There was no latch to speak of. I called him, but he didn't come in. I just thought "Sod you then", turned over, and went back to sleep.
When I woke up later on, I went downstairs and there he was, still shut in the dining-room.
Was I in a semi-dream state? I don't know, but my girlfriend back then swore there was something dodgy about the house, and apparently she saw a bright light in one of the bedrooms one night as she went to the bathroom.
I knew a girl who had something similar on a regular basis in her house. You could her her dog walking up the stairs, plod around the landing, and it would even leave the bedding rumpled in a dog sized spot where it had been sleeping. Nothing strange there.At this point, I couldn't figure out how he had got out of the dining-room, and secondly, my bedroom door just pushed open normally. There was no latch to speak of. I called him, but he didn't come in. I just thought "Sod you then", turned over, and went back to sleep.
When I woke up later on, I went downstairs and there he was, still shut in the dining-room.
Was I in a semi-dream state? I don't know, but my girlfriend back then swore there was something dodgy about the house, and apparently she saw a bright light in one of the bedrooms one night as she went to the bathroom.
Trouble was, even when the dog used to sleep out on the stables (it was a collie and not a big fan of the indoors) you could still hear it plodding around, and the corner of the bed would get messed up. Her dad used to kid her on and say it was the collies granddad, as it sounded like how he used to 'patrol' when he was alive. They never did work that one out though.
Just to add; I bought that house off my best mate.. When he and his wife lived there, she was in hospital, about to give birth to their first child. He was home alone, in that same bedroom, just trying to get to sleep, when he heard human footsteps come up the stairs, walk across the landing to the bedroom door, then nothing.
He leapt out of bed, even though he was stting himself, and opened the door... No one there.
He only told me about this after I'd bought it and moved in, the sly get!
He leapt out of bed, even though he was s
tting himself, and opened the door... No one there.He only told me about this after I'd bought it and moved in, the sly get!
For the most part I’m quite skeptical about ‘ghosts’ and ‘the supernatural’ but occasionally something happens which is hard to explain through rational thinking.
Some years back me and some friends decided to visit an abandoned asylum. We had been told of its where abouts and decided out of curiosity to visit it late one night to give ourselves a scare. The asylum in question was a twenty minute drive away in Radlett, from memory I believe it was called Harperbury Hospital and housed many violent mental patients.
Once there we parked up as close as we could get, but would have to travel the final half a mile or so by foot. One friend immediately had a bad feeling and refused to go insisting we should leave now – this was quite strange as he isn’t normally one to be afraid like this. We reasoned with him but nothing was going to make him budge so the three of us carried on and left him in the car.
There’s no lights on this trial and half way in you have to walk through a wood and cross a small stream. Of course with a group of friends, in the darkness, late at night with nothing but the sound of the wind and trees creaking, we were put on edge. It is eerie.
The final section of the trial is the long drive up to the asylum. By this point I could feel my adrenaline levels raising and my heart beat quicken. The asylum looked like something out a horror movie. It was dilapidated with smashed windows, doors hanging off their hinges and only the occasional light of the moon shining through the trees lighting it up.
As it was so dark my friend decided to use his phone’s torch to help us to see and explore the buildings. I said I would take some pictures and videos of the asylum for our friend in the car to show him that although unnerving there’s nothing really to worry about inside.
We strolled up to the first building. The main entrance was boarded up but a side door was hanging off its hinges so we gingerly entered through there. Inside was worse than the outside, it was quite obvious the building had been abandoned for years. The paint was flaking from the walls, lights hanging from the ceiling, and most of the windows had been boarded up so it was pitch black. With help from my friends torch I took some pictures of the rooms and videoed us walking around.
After exploring the first building our nerves seemed to ease. The thought of the unknown made us apprehensive, but having experienced it for ourselves the reality wasn’t as bad. At the end of the day it was just a few old derelict buildings, albeit with a violent past.
We went onto the second building which was to the left of the first main building. This block was smaller than the last and seemed less explored. The grassland around it was overgrown making it hard to see any entrances to get in. We walked around the perimeter of the building where we happened upon a child’s swing. This immediately jogged my memory, I had been warned about this. The friends who had originally told me about the alyssum mentioned ‘the kid’s ward’, I knew this was it.
This building had a particularly checkered past with hordes of violent and deranged children held there for the years the mental hospital was open. Having explained this to my friends who were confused as to why a child’s swing would be at a mental hospital we each again felt nervous.
We found a broken window which we climbed through. Once inside each of us complained of a chill and felt very uneasy. For a reason I still can’t explain to this day, without saying a single word to each other, we ran. We scrambled to the broken window which was our only entrance and exit then ran.
It was as if we were being chased away, but with nothing actually there. We ran back past the first building, through the woods, across the stream and back down until we reached the car. We all jumped in and drove until we stopped at a petrol station further down the road. Once there we again relaxed with our already nervous friend we had left in the car become more and more anxious by our reaction.
He asked why we had ran back so suddenly and we couldn’t explain it, we just knew we had to leave. I decided while stopped we should look back through the photos and videos I had taken to see if we could see anything unusual which had spooked us.
I went to my phones photo library but couldn’t find any photos or videos of the asylum. Everything else was working fine and previous photos and videos could be viewed without issue. I tried taking some pictures at the petrol station and these worked fine too, I couldn’t explain it. My friends joked I was too scared to work my phone while there, but I was convinced I had taken photos and videos.
Fast forward four months and I got a new phone. I transferred across all my data to the new phone and decided to check through to make sure everything had synced correctly. While searching through my photo library I noticed some photos which I didn’t recognize – you guessed it, the photos and videos from the asylum.
I showed my friends who were with me that night and none of us could explain how this happened. We haven’t been back there since.
Some years back me and some friends decided to visit an abandoned asylum. We had been told of its where abouts and decided out of curiosity to visit it late one night to give ourselves a scare. The asylum in question was a twenty minute drive away in Radlett, from memory I believe it was called Harperbury Hospital and housed many violent mental patients.
Once there we parked up as close as we could get, but would have to travel the final half a mile or so by foot. One friend immediately had a bad feeling and refused to go insisting we should leave now – this was quite strange as he isn’t normally one to be afraid like this. We reasoned with him but nothing was going to make him budge so the three of us carried on and left him in the car.
There’s no lights on this trial and half way in you have to walk through a wood and cross a small stream. Of course with a group of friends, in the darkness, late at night with nothing but the sound of the wind and trees creaking, we were put on edge. It is eerie.
The final section of the trial is the long drive up to the asylum. By this point I could feel my adrenaline levels raising and my heart beat quicken. The asylum looked like something out a horror movie. It was dilapidated with smashed windows, doors hanging off their hinges and only the occasional light of the moon shining through the trees lighting it up.
As it was so dark my friend decided to use his phone’s torch to help us to see and explore the buildings. I said I would take some pictures and videos of the asylum for our friend in the car to show him that although unnerving there’s nothing really to worry about inside.
We strolled up to the first building. The main entrance was boarded up but a side door was hanging off its hinges so we gingerly entered through there. Inside was worse than the outside, it was quite obvious the building had been abandoned for years. The paint was flaking from the walls, lights hanging from the ceiling, and most of the windows had been boarded up so it was pitch black. With help from my friends torch I took some pictures of the rooms and videoed us walking around.
After exploring the first building our nerves seemed to ease. The thought of the unknown made us apprehensive, but having experienced it for ourselves the reality wasn’t as bad. At the end of the day it was just a few old derelict buildings, albeit with a violent past.
We went onto the second building which was to the left of the first main building. This block was smaller than the last and seemed less explored. The grassland around it was overgrown making it hard to see any entrances to get in. We walked around the perimeter of the building where we happened upon a child’s swing. This immediately jogged my memory, I had been warned about this. The friends who had originally told me about the alyssum mentioned ‘the kid’s ward’, I knew this was it.
This building had a particularly checkered past with hordes of violent and deranged children held there for the years the mental hospital was open. Having explained this to my friends who were confused as to why a child’s swing would be at a mental hospital we each again felt nervous.
We found a broken window which we climbed through. Once inside each of us complained of a chill and felt very uneasy. For a reason I still can’t explain to this day, without saying a single word to each other, we ran. We scrambled to the broken window which was our only entrance and exit then ran.
It was as if we were being chased away, but with nothing actually there. We ran back past the first building, through the woods, across the stream and back down until we reached the car. We all jumped in and drove until we stopped at a petrol station further down the road. Once there we again relaxed with our already nervous friend we had left in the car become more and more anxious by our reaction.
He asked why we had ran back so suddenly and we couldn’t explain it, we just knew we had to leave. I decided while stopped we should look back through the photos and videos I had taken to see if we could see anything unusual which had spooked us.
I went to my phones photo library but couldn’t find any photos or videos of the asylum. Everything else was working fine and previous photos and videos could be viewed without issue. I tried taking some pictures at the petrol station and these worked fine too, I couldn’t explain it. My friends joked I was too scared to work my phone while there, but I was convinced I had taken photos and videos.
Fast forward four months and I got a new phone. I transferred across all my data to the new phone and decided to check through to make sure everything had synced correctly. While searching through my photo library I noticed some photos which I didn’t recognize – you guessed it, the photos and videos from the asylum.
I showed my friends who were with me that night and none of us could explain how this happened. We haven’t been back there since.
Edited by Bradley1500 on Thursday 14th May 14:19
wildcat45 said:
I lived in a new build house which was on the site of a hospital and former Work House. There was still evidence of the old building. My garden wall was the wall if one of the buildings complete with window sills. The builders did a good job. A neighbour had a feature fireplace in their garden wall.
I admit to finding the plans to the old hospital to see hat had been where my house was. It had been a nurses home and earlier the female section of the work house.
The house was not spooky in any way.
One summer day I am working out the front and walk into the house to get a drink. Walking out through the living room and right in front of me is a Victitian child. A little girl if about four. Blonde hair and a dress with lace bits around it. The child has a pale face and blue eyes. She just stands staring at me.
I freeze to the spot in terror. I manage to say 'Whst do you want?' And the silent unsmiling girl just stares. I turn in my heels and run into the kitchen shouting 'Leave me alone'
This shouting alerts my wife who is upstairs. She comes down to find me in the kitchen going on about some Victorian child ghost. The room is empty, there is no-one there.
I am being a big girl, really quite freaked out.
A minute ir so later there at the front door appears my elderly neighbour. She's holding the hand of a now tearful little blonde girl in a Lacey dress.
'Jessica would like to say sorry for coming into the house. She got confused '
The little girl speaking through tears said 'Sowee'.
Well I did feel like a bloody idiot.
I admit to finding the plans to the old hospital to see hat had been where my house was. It had been a nurses home and earlier the female section of the work house.
The house was not spooky in any way.
One summer day I am working out the front and walk into the house to get a drink. Walking out through the living room and right in front of me is a Victitian child. A little girl if about four. Blonde hair and a dress with lace bits around it. The child has a pale face and blue eyes. She just stands staring at me.
I freeze to the spot in terror. I manage to say 'Whst do you want?' And the silent unsmiling girl just stares. I turn in my heels and run into the kitchen shouting 'Leave me alone'
This shouting alerts my wife who is upstairs. She comes down to find me in the kitchen going on about some Victorian child ghost. The room is empty, there is no-one there.
I am being a big girl, really quite freaked out.
A minute ir so later there at the front door appears my elderly neighbour. She's holding the hand of a now tearful little blonde girl in a Lacey dress.
'Jessica would like to say sorry for coming into the house. She got confused '
The little girl speaking through tears said 'Sowee'.
Well I did feel like a bloody idiot.
Late one night, I was alone in the kitchen. I distinctly heard a sneeze coming from inside the refrigerator. Perplexed I gingerly opened the fridge door and in the now blazing fridge light examined the contents inside.
Immediately the mayonnaise shouted "it was the ketchup, the ketchup did it".
Confused, I closed the fridge door and the kitchen returned to darkness.
To this day I have not been able to coax a sound from the ketchup and have put the sneeze down to my imagination.....
Immediately the mayonnaise shouted "it was the ketchup, the ketchup did it".
Confused, I closed the fridge door and the kitchen returned to darkness.
To this day I have not been able to coax a sound from the ketchup and have put the sneeze down to my imagination.....
Shamelessly stolen from Gary Larson's Prehistory of the farside. Available at all good book stores
Bradley1500 said:
Fast forward four months and I got a new phone. I transferred across all my data to the new phone and decided to check through to make sure everything had synced correctly. While searching through my photo library I noticed some photos which I didn’t recognize – you guessed it, the photos and videos from the alyssum.
I showed my friends who were with me that night and none of us could explain how this happened. We haven’t been back there since.
Asylum.I showed my friends who were with me that night and none of us could explain how this happened. We haven’t been back there since.
Anyway, as to this bit quoted, one of two things happened.
1 Your pictures were there all along, you just were a bit panicky at the time or
2 Some ghost chased you when you ran away, slipped unnoticed into your pocket, deleted all the pictures after saving them to a memory card, waited until you got a new phone and reinstalled them from the memory card onto your new phone whilst you were simultaneously transferring your old data.
Almost certainly going to be 2 I reckon.
DannyScene said:
I love abandoned buildings and luckily have never been even remotely scared inside one
Me too! I've been to loads since and never had an experience quite like the story.I'm always nervous, it's apprehension of the unknown but that's what makes it fun.
blindswelledrat said:
Asylum.
Anyway, as to this bit quoted, one of two things happened.
1 Your pictures were there all along, you just were a bit panicky at the time or
2 Some ghost chased you when you ran away, slipped unnoticed into your pocket, deleted all the pictures after saving them to a memory card, waited until you got a new phone and reinstalled them from the memory card onto your new phone whilst you were simultaneously transferring your old data.
Almost certainly going to be 2 I reckon.
I'm just like you, skeptical. Anyway, as to this bit quoted, one of two things happened.
1 Your pictures were there all along, you just were a bit panicky at the time or
2 Some ghost chased you when you ran away, slipped unnoticed into your pocket, deleted all the pictures after saving them to a memory card, waited until you got a new phone and reinstalled them from the memory card onto your new phone whilst you were simultaneously transferring your old data.
Almost certainly going to be 2 I reckon.
Yes at the time I was a little nervous, but between then and the four months before I got my new phone I took and viewed photos on my phone with no issues. If the pictures had been there I would of noticed them when searching for other photos, but they weren't.
I'm putting it down to a glitch on my phone personally, but at the time it was very strange especially when the photos and videos were viewable on my new phone, I couldn't believe it at first.
Edited by Bradley1500 on Thursday 14th May 14:20
A few years ago my mum lived in a house in Rio de Janeiro, built on three levels on a bluff over the beach next to Ipanema. To get to the beach you had to walk across the garden, past the pool, enter a middle level annex at the end of the garden (which was unoccupied) go down a spiral staircase, cross an overgrown garden, go through the bottom level annex (also unoccupied), then you could scramble over some rocks and jump onto the sand. The middle annex had whitewashed walls, floor to ceiling windows with picture postcard views of the beach. There was nothing remotely spooky with the top level where my mum lived, or the bottom annex next to the beach. But the middle annex with the whitwashed walls, big windows and spiral staircase was different. It had a horrible malevolent atmoshere. It is hard to describe but in there I felt almost smothered, hard to breathe, my pulse would race, my skin would crawl, I could not get out fast enough. It wasn't just me; my sisters refused to go in at all. Was it haunted? I don't know, but there was something wrong. Maybe a combination of heat, poor ventilation, chemical fumes from swimming pool equipment, mold, something. But it felt incredibly creepy.
Abandoned building stuff is fun, I remember exploring an old farm house built on the site of Haltemprice Priory, the farm house (derelict) was sat half way along a public right of way we ambled around the outside of it and after finding a way in decided that as it was getting late and there was nowhere to lock our bikes up we’d come back the following day on foot so rather than explore we headed to our respective houses.
The following day (school holidays) we returned and made our way into the building. I clambered in first, through a window on a newer part of the building and headed inside, it was semi-dark as once you got inside the only light was coming from upstairs where light from sections of missing roof shone through holes left by missing floor boards and down the stairs. I had the only torch (it was rather pitiful, couple of AA’s and a 5w bulb) so the others were just behind me and we headed to the back of the ground floor. On entering what used to be the living room (we guessed) we froze, the dim torch light seemed to illuminate a dark human like shape at the back of the room (we had heard people tell tales of ghost monks in the fields and bridal ways in the area) we turned tail and ran, piling out of the window and legging it back towards the golf course.
We went back a couple of weeks later (I’d been on holiday) with a far better torch and some dust masks as it was very dusty in there. The shadowy figure revealed its self again in exactly the same place, though this time there was no running as it was obvious that it was nothing more than a sooty mark (I imagine there used to be a coal fire there) on the wall. We did tend to avoid that side of the house though as it had a partially collapsed ceiling. Just behind the main door there was a cellar and a bit further round a kitchen. The upstairs had been gutted though it was easy to tell what areas had been bedrooms and what was the bathroom. You could get up into the loft via the same stairs that took us up to the first floor but not go very far from there as there were very few joists and no floors, probably something to do with the gaping holes in the roof.
Looking back at, the apprehension of doing something we shouldn’t have been doing (trespassing, and risking our necks in a derelict building), tall tales of the ghosts of long dead Augustine Monks and the low visibility inside culminated with a ‘ghost’ sighting and the resulting fight or flight reflex taking control.
Sadly in recent years the lack of care and a fire and subsequent partial collapse a few years ago have rendered the building totally unsafe, it’s now bricked up and fenced off. It is a grade two listed building which I imagine is the only reason that it hasn’t been pulled down, this is what it looks like today:
Wikipedia article Here.
The shadowy figure was on the back wall of the bit that sticks out at the back, the breeze block bit at the front was the kitchen.
Sadly I don’t really have any ‘true’ ghost or really creepy stories other than that.
The following day (school holidays) we returned and made our way into the building. I clambered in first, through a window on a newer part of the building and headed inside, it was semi-dark as once you got inside the only light was coming from upstairs where light from sections of missing roof shone through holes left by missing floor boards and down the stairs. I had the only torch (it was rather pitiful, couple of AA’s and a 5w bulb) so the others were just behind me and we headed to the back of the ground floor. On entering what used to be the living room (we guessed) we froze, the dim torch light seemed to illuminate a dark human like shape at the back of the room (we had heard people tell tales of ghost monks in the fields and bridal ways in the area) we turned tail and ran, piling out of the window and legging it back towards the golf course.
We went back a couple of weeks later (I’d been on holiday) with a far better torch and some dust masks as it was very dusty in there. The shadowy figure revealed its self again in exactly the same place, though this time there was no running as it was obvious that it was nothing more than a sooty mark (I imagine there used to be a coal fire there) on the wall. We did tend to avoid that side of the house though as it had a partially collapsed ceiling. Just behind the main door there was a cellar and a bit further round a kitchen. The upstairs had been gutted though it was easy to tell what areas had been bedrooms and what was the bathroom. You could get up into the loft via the same stairs that took us up to the first floor but not go very far from there as there were very few joists and no floors, probably something to do with the gaping holes in the roof.
Looking back at, the apprehension of doing something we shouldn’t have been doing (trespassing, and risking our necks in a derelict building), tall tales of the ghosts of long dead Augustine Monks and the low visibility inside culminated with a ‘ghost’ sighting and the resulting fight or flight reflex taking control.
Sadly in recent years the lack of care and a fire and subsequent partial collapse a few years ago have rendered the building totally unsafe, it’s now bricked up and fenced off. It is a grade two listed building which I imagine is the only reason that it hasn’t been pulled down, this is what it looks like today:
Wikipedia article Here.
The shadowy figure was on the back wall of the bit that sticks out at the back, the breeze block bit at the front was the kitchen.
Sadly I don’t really have any ‘true’ ghost or really creepy stories other than that.
You have to ask yourself what would the symptoms of a mildly malfunctioning brain be? with all that processing of visual, auditory, sensory and facial patterns?
It's only a few trillion neurons processing and controlling EVERYTHING you perceive, think and remember. Nothing could ever go wrong with that setup, surely?
Of all the billions of people that have died, why are so few turning into ghosts? It should be wall to wall with the buggers and yet somehow only perceivable to "special" people. See above.
Cases^99 closed.
Thank you and goodnight
It's only a few trillion neurons processing and controlling EVERYTHING you perceive, think and remember. Nothing could ever go wrong with that setup, surely?
Of all the billions of people that have died, why are so few turning into ghosts? It should be wall to wall with the buggers and yet somehow only perceivable to "special" people. See above.
Cases^99 closed.
Thank you and goodnight
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