Do you have any "true" creepy stories?
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Vacumatic said:
Second story is set in Knutsford. A friend bought a house, all good apart from one room that was permanently cold, even in mid summer. The house was round the corner from Knutsford jail and used in Victorian times by the visiting executioner.
She couldnt stand the house in the end and had to sell up.
She couldnt stand the house in the end and had to sell up.
So a long time ago an executioner stayed in a bedroom and it was haunted forever more. How does that work?
Is every place that the executioner ever went, haunted? By whom? Im pretty sure the ghost of his victims will have better places to haunt than somewhere he slept once. Or is it him? Did he die and as punishment he has to run around to everywhere he has ever been to haunt them? Like a ghostly santa?
And then there is the haunting. In a list of all the no-good stuff I would do if I were a ghost, making a room a bit cold is pretty low down. In fact it probably wouldn't even appear. When my ghost tutor said "Right, first make the room go cold" I would say "No, there's no point. Cant I do something better?" and he would reply "Don't try and run before you can walk. First make the room cold and then Ill teach you how steal small things so they think they've lost them. It will be really cool"
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So a long time ago an executioner stayed in a bedroom and it was haunted forever more. How does that work?
Is every place that the executioner ever went, haunted? By whom? Im pretty sure the ghost of his victims will have better places to haunt than somewhere he slept once. Or is it him? Did he die and as punishment he has to run around to everywhere he has ever been to haunt them? Like a ghostly santa?
And then there is the haunting. In a list of all the no-good stuff I would do if I were a ghost, making a room a bit cold is pretty low down. In fact it probably wouldn't even appear. When my ghost tutor said "Right, first make the room go cold" I would say "No, there's no point. Cant I do something better?" and he would reply "Don't try and run before you can walk. First make the room cold and then Ill teach you how steal small things so they think they've lost them. It will be really cool"Cynics will (usually) always be cynics and that's fine. I say 'usually' because I know a few people who have changed their opinion over the years after things happened to them that they couldn't explain rationally or through Science (I happen to think the science thing is seriously flawed when dealing with stuff like this, but that's probably just me).
Anyway, as with everything, you have to be there I suppose. It's very easy to take swipes at the stories on here, even though yours is light hearted, but yeah, you just have to be there.
blindswelledrat said:
Vacumatic said:
Second story is set in Knutsford. A friend bought a house, all good apart from one room that was permanently cold, even in mid summer. The house was round the corner from Knutsford jail and used in Victorian times by the visiting executioner.
She couldnt stand the house in the end and had to sell up.
She couldnt stand the house in the end and had to sell up.
So a long time ago an executioner stayed in a bedroom and it was haunted forever more. How does that work?
Is every place that the executioner ever went, haunted? By whom? Im pretty sure the ghost of his victims will have better places to haunt than somewhere he slept once. Or is it him? Did he die and as punishment he has to run around to everywhere he has ever been to haunt them? Like a ghostly santa?
And then there is the haunting. In a list of all the no-good stuff I would do if I were a ghost, making a room a bit cold is pretty low down. In fact it probably wouldn't even appear. When my ghost tutor said "Right, first make the room go cold" I would say "No, there's no point. Cant I do something better?" and he would reply "Don't try and run before you can walk. First make the room cold and then Ill teach you how steal small things so they think they've lost them. It will be really cool"
Anyway, as with everything, you have to be there I suppose. It's very easy to take swipes at the stories on here, even though yours is light hearted, but yeah, you just have to be there.
Baz Tench said:
Anyway, as with everything, you have to be there I suppose. It's very easy to take swipes at the stories on here, even though yours is light hearted, but yeah, you just have to be there.
Im not a scorner, despite that post.I love 'creepy' stories or huge coincidences.
Of course they mostly have completely rational explanations but periodically there are ones that you cant quite explain by people you don't think are lying.
Still not ghosts, but just the mystery is enough to make them interesting.
The one thing I recall as really leaving me shaken (read s
t scared) happened a few years ago in my old house. The then o/h and I had been arguing and so I decided to sleep in the spare bedroom.
After about half an hour as I was dozing off, the door was opened and the o/h came in and said my name... great, she wants to make up - I'm thinking time for make up sex. So I reply, only to be met with silence. I get up and switch the light on and see nothing - go into the other bedroom and see her fast asleep and ask her what she wanted - to be met by a now really pissed off o/h for not only having argued with her, but woken her up.
I still swear to this day that there was someone there and that I head them speak my name.
In reality, it was probably just a very vivid dream of someone saying my name.
t scared) happened a few years ago in my old house. The then o/h and I had been arguing and so I decided to sleep in the spare bedroom. After about half an hour as I was dozing off, the door was opened and the o/h came in and said my name... great, she wants to make up - I'm thinking time for make up sex. So I reply, only to be met with silence. I get up and switch the light on and see nothing - go into the other bedroom and see her fast asleep and ask her what she wanted - to be met by a now really pissed off o/h for not only having argued with her, but woken her up.
I still swear to this day that there was someone there and that I head them speak my name.
In reality, it was probably just a very vivid dream of someone saying my name.
About 25 years ago I rented a house when I moved from London to the Midlands, it was a Victorian semi in a rural location. I occasionally woke in the night with the feeling of being held down, it would last for a few minutes and I would genuinely struggle to move my upper body. I put it down to booze/soft drugs/whatever suspecting that it was either a recurring dream or some sort of muscle spasm, but I'd never experienced anything like it before.
I had a few mates visit one weekend a month or so into my tenancy, in the middle of the night one of them started shouting from the spare room, he panicked as he thought one of us was sitting on his back as he lay on his front, but then realised he was alone, he was so unsettled by the experience that he slept on the sofa the following night.
A little while later I started dating a local girl, I had to leave very early one morning and left her on her own in my bed. She had precisely the same experience while she slept on her front, in fact she thought I had crept back into the house and was apparently telling me to get off when she managed to break free and realising that she was alone, she promptly fled. I had not discussed my own experience with any of the others, initially because I doubted myself and thereafter because I didn't want to freak my new girlfriend out. I moved out after a year or so and have never experienced anything like it since, nor has the girl in the story because she is now my wife.
I had a few mates visit one weekend a month or so into my tenancy, in the middle of the night one of them started shouting from the spare room, he panicked as he thought one of us was sitting on his back as he lay on his front, but then realised he was alone, he was so unsettled by the experience that he slept on the sofa the following night.
A little while later I started dating a local girl, I had to leave very early one morning and left her on her own in my bed. She had precisely the same experience while she slept on her front, in fact she thought I had crept back into the house and was apparently telling me to get off when she managed to break free and realising that she was alone, she promptly fled. I had not discussed my own experience with any of the others, initially because I doubted myself and thereafter because I didn't want to freak my new girlfriend out. I moved out after a year or so and have never experienced anything like it since, nor has the girl in the story because she is now my wife.
Blue62 said:
About 25 years ago I rented a house when I moved from London to the Midlands, it was a Victorian semi in a rural location. I occasionally woke in the night with the feeling of being held down, it would last for a few minutes and I would genuinely struggle to move my upper body. I put it down to booze/soft drugs/whatever suspecting that it was either a recurring dream or some sort of muscle spasm, but I'd never experienced anything like it before.
I had a few mates visit one weekend a month or so into my tenancy, in the middle of the night one of them started shouting from the spare room, he panicked as he thought one of us was sitting on his back as he lay on his front, but then realised he was alone, he was so unsettled by the experience that he slept on the sofa the following night.
A little while later I started dating a local girl, I had to leave very early one morning and left her on her own in my bed. She had precisely the same experience while she slept on her front, in fact she thought I had crept back into the house and was apparently telling me to get off when she managed to break free and realising that she was alone, she promptly fled. I had not discussed my own experience with any of the others, initially because I doubted myself and thereafter because I didn't want to freak my new girlfriend out. I moved out after a year or so and have never experienced anything like it since, nor has the girl in the story because she is now my wife.
Sounds a bit like sleep paralysis. Nothing supernatural, but bloody terrifying none the less!I had a few mates visit one weekend a month or so into my tenancy, in the middle of the night one of them started shouting from the spare room, he panicked as he thought one of us was sitting on his back as he lay on his front, but then realised he was alone, he was so unsettled by the experience that he slept on the sofa the following night.
A little while later I started dating a local girl, I had to leave very early one morning and left her on her own in my bed. She had precisely the same experience while she slept on her front, in fact she thought I had crept back into the house and was apparently telling me to get off when she managed to break free and realising that she was alone, she promptly fled. I had not discussed my own experience with any of the others, initially because I doubted myself and thereafter because I didn't want to freak my new girlfriend out. I moved out after a year or so and have never experienced anything like it since, nor has the girl in the story because she is now my wife.
blindswelledrat said:
So a long time ago an executioner stayed in a bedroom and it was haunted forever more. How does that work?
Is every place that the executioner ever went, haunted? By whom? Im pretty sure the ghost of his victims will have better places to haunt than somewhere he slept once. Or is it him? Did he die and as punishment he has to run around to everywhere he has ever been to haunt them? Like a ghostly santa?
And then there is the haunting. In a list of all the no-good stuff I would do if I were a ghost, making a room a bit cold is pretty low down. In fact it probably wouldn't even appear. When my ghost tutor said "Right, first make the room go cold" I would say "No, there's no point. Cant I do something better?" and he would reply "Don't try and run before you can walk. First make the room cold and then Ill teach you how steal small things so they think they've lost them. It will be really cool"
One room in the early Victorian house was permanently cold, and only that one room. The same room had an oppressive atmosphere, originally it was intended to be a sitting room with a TV but the owner couldnt stand to be in that room and left it unused, she had to sell the house soon after.
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.
doogz said:
If you choose to believe in that, fair enough.
But to me, on the outside, you're just made that up. You were feeling a draught, so you gave it a name, then it started sending you messages, so you "had words"?
Never mentioned any draught, but Okay let's all be miserable and closed minded to conform to your rulesBut to me, on the outside, you're just made that up. You were feeling a draught, so you gave it a name, then it started sending you messages, so you "had words"?
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.
Love that!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.
Baz Tench said:
rufusgti said:
HarryW said:
Baz Tench said:
What happened to the remaining bag? Is it still buried?
The question we all want to ask.....rufusgti said:
Baz Tench said:
rufusgti said:
HarryW said:
Baz Tench said:
What happened to the remaining bag? Is it still buried?
The question we all want to ask.....GAjon said:
I've posted this before on a similar thread, its a bit creepy.
I’m the youngest of five, my sister is two years older than me, then there’s quite a gap to my next brother ; This was because my mother lost a child to cot death in between, then another sister then my eldest brother.
In the early seventies when I was in my late 10’s, very early teens me, my nearest (age wise) sister and school friends would play Ouija board at our house, not a proper board but bits of paper with letter written on, a glass and a tea table.
We would frighten each other and generally piss about, but we regularly would get a spirit or someone would be pushing the glass to say it was this spirit called David.
Our favourite contact David would spell out he was always with me and my sister and looked after us, he spelled out he was killed during the war (WW2) and died in the air; we assumed he was a pilot although this was never actually spelled out to us.
After a while playing the Ouija petered out as we got older and that was that.
In the eighties my mum received news that the body of her first husband had been found and would be receiving a military funeral in Holland, he had been killed in the parachute drop at Arnhem.
Neither me or nor any of my brothers and sisters new she had been married before, nor did I know my eldest brother was actually my half-brother, he’s named after my mums first husband David.
Crikey, that's a good one! I’m the youngest of five, my sister is two years older than me, then there’s quite a gap to my next brother ; This was because my mother lost a child to cot death in between, then another sister then my eldest brother.
In the early seventies when I was in my late 10’s, very early teens me, my nearest (age wise) sister and school friends would play Ouija board at our house, not a proper board but bits of paper with letter written on, a glass and a tea table.
We would frighten each other and generally piss about, but we regularly would get a spirit or someone would be pushing the glass to say it was this spirit called David.
Our favourite contact David would spell out he was always with me and my sister and looked after us, he spelled out he was killed during the war (WW2) and died in the air; we assumed he was a pilot although this was never actually spelled out to us.
After a while playing the Ouija petered out as we got older and that was that.
In the eighties my mum received news that the body of her first husband had been found and would be receiving a military funeral in Holland, he had been killed in the parachute drop at Arnhem.
Neither me or nor any of my brothers and sisters new she had been married before, nor did I know my eldest brother was actually my half-brother, he’s named after my mums first husband David.
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