Do you have any "true" creepy stories?
Discussion
Baz Tench said:
I think the cynics fixate too much on the term 'ghost'.
I don't think it's quite as simple as that.
It must be complicated.I don't think it's quite as simple as that.
For example, in York there are reports of Roman soldiers being seen, walking as a troop, but only from the knees up. Is this because they are walking at the original level of the roman road?
Vacumatic said:
Baz Tench said:
I think the cynics fixate too much on the term 'ghost'.
I don't think it's quite as simple as that.
It must be complicated.I don't think it's quite as simple as that.
For example, in York there are reports of Roman soldiers being seen, walking as a troop, but only from the knees up. Is this because they are walking at the original level of the roman road?
But they can't tell that the whole of York has been rebuilt over their old road!
I work till midnight some days. Usually can't sleep so I sit in the living room watching TV for a couple of hours.
About 2:30 I go into the kitchen to wash a plate. When you wash plates you face into the garden however we have roller blinds.
Behind me is the utility room with the light on as the dog sleeps in there. I hadn't turned the kitchen light on as the utility room provides enough light onto the worktop.
I'm cleaning the plate. Shadow moves across the blinds infront of me.
No one behind me. The backgarden is 100ft long maybe? So nobody was jumping garden fences as they are 10ft tall too.
Don't have a clue where the shadow came from.
Lots of things have happened in the house. Alot of things to other family members but that's been the only time it's happened to me.
Didn't s
t me up but it made me think.
About 2:30 I go into the kitchen to wash a plate. When you wash plates you face into the garden however we have roller blinds.
Behind me is the utility room with the light on as the dog sleeps in there. I hadn't turned the kitchen light on as the utility room provides enough light onto the worktop.
I'm cleaning the plate. Shadow moves across the blinds infront of me.
No one behind me. The backgarden is 100ft long maybe? So nobody was jumping garden fences as they are 10ft tall too.
Don't have a clue where the shadow came from.
Lots of things have happened in the house. Alot of things to other family members but that's been the only time it's happened to me.
Didn't s
t me up but it made me think.My parents are Vietnamese. Vietnam in my parent's era obviously wasn't as developed as the Western world. People over there are very superstitious and when they can't come up with a rational explanation, they turn to the spirit world or the gods to give rhyme or reason to unfortunate things which happen.
My grandmother had lots of children. She also lost at least one baby in child birth or shortly after childbirth. This was explained away to spirits whisking away those babies that passed away. Perhaps now looking back it may have been due to standards of medical care being less advanced than they were now. Notwithstanding this, ever since I was a child, I was always taught to refer to my grandmother by her first name rather than gran. Apparently, this was to confuse the spirits and hide the fact that she was a maternal figure. Also, you'll see in most oriental households octagonal shaped pieces of wood containing a small round mirror. These are placed by exterior windows in babies bedrooms to scare away spirits.
Sleep paralysis was also explained away as ghosts pressing on the unfortunate person that experienced such phenomenon.
My family are Buddhist. I try to lead my life in accordance with what my parents have shown me. One major part of Buddhism is to remember your ancestors and deceased relatives. My grandad passed away in the late 80's when I was around 5 or 6 year olds. At my grandmother's house was a table which had been setup to worship and remember my grandfather. This is done in all Vietnamese households and this continued when my family moved to the UK. There is always a framed photo of the deceased, a small bowl filled with dried rice in which to stick incense sticks, perhaps a bowl of fresh fruit and maybe a couple bottles of that person's favourite tipple. Throughout the year and on important anniversaries such a New Year and the anniversary of that person's death, food is cooked and placed on the altar together with incense being burnt. The family get together and remember the person who has passed away. It's a sombre yet social event. Anyway, at my grandad had such an altar at my grandmother's house. My uncle also lived there and his relationship with my grandad was always fractious. One day, my uncle decided to re decorate the front room where the altar was situated. He decided to move my grandad's photo and box of ashes to the top of a sideboard which was less prominent. That evening, he was struck down with some illness which hospitalised him. I was young and I can't remember the particular illness but the story was told back to me by my mum. A few years down the line, my uncle once again moved the altar and he was involved in a serious RTA on the same day. Both events were attributed to the moving of my grandads altar.
When my grandmother died, my mum decided to have both my grandmother's and my grandad's ashes held at a Buddhist temple in Birmingham where the monks would prey for them on regular occasions but we would still keep alters for them at my parent's house. Once the monk in question had taken both boxes of ashes back to Birmingham in his car, he called my mum. Apparently, while he was driving along the motorway, his boot lid flew open! Another spooky occurrence.
Whenever I go back to my parents, I usually buy maybe some cakes or biscuits and leave them as an offering for both my grandmother and grandad. Even though it's the same photograph of my grandmother and I know it's my imagination, sometimes she looks happy and sometimes she looks sad.
My grandmother had lots of children. She also lost at least one baby in child birth or shortly after childbirth. This was explained away to spirits whisking away those babies that passed away. Perhaps now looking back it may have been due to standards of medical care being less advanced than they were now. Notwithstanding this, ever since I was a child, I was always taught to refer to my grandmother by her first name rather than gran. Apparently, this was to confuse the spirits and hide the fact that she was a maternal figure. Also, you'll see in most oriental households octagonal shaped pieces of wood containing a small round mirror. These are placed by exterior windows in babies bedrooms to scare away spirits.
Sleep paralysis was also explained away as ghosts pressing on the unfortunate person that experienced such phenomenon.
My family are Buddhist. I try to lead my life in accordance with what my parents have shown me. One major part of Buddhism is to remember your ancestors and deceased relatives. My grandad passed away in the late 80's when I was around 5 or 6 year olds. At my grandmother's house was a table which had been setup to worship and remember my grandfather. This is done in all Vietnamese households and this continued when my family moved to the UK. There is always a framed photo of the deceased, a small bowl filled with dried rice in which to stick incense sticks, perhaps a bowl of fresh fruit and maybe a couple bottles of that person's favourite tipple. Throughout the year and on important anniversaries such a New Year and the anniversary of that person's death, food is cooked and placed on the altar together with incense being burnt. The family get together and remember the person who has passed away. It's a sombre yet social event. Anyway, at my grandad had such an altar at my grandmother's house. My uncle also lived there and his relationship with my grandad was always fractious. One day, my uncle decided to re decorate the front room where the altar was situated. He decided to move my grandad's photo and box of ashes to the top of a sideboard which was less prominent. That evening, he was struck down with some illness which hospitalised him. I was young and I can't remember the particular illness but the story was told back to me by my mum. A few years down the line, my uncle once again moved the altar and he was involved in a serious RTA on the same day. Both events were attributed to the moving of my grandads altar.
When my grandmother died, my mum decided to have both my grandmother's and my grandad's ashes held at a Buddhist temple in Birmingham where the monks would prey for them on regular occasions but we would still keep alters for them at my parent's house. Once the monk in question had taken both boxes of ashes back to Birmingham in his car, he called my mum. Apparently, while he was driving along the motorway, his boot lid flew open! Another spooky occurrence.
Whenever I go back to my parents, I usually buy maybe some cakes or biscuits and leave them as an offering for both my grandmother and grandad. Even though it's the same photograph of my grandmother and I know it's my imagination, sometimes she looks happy and sometimes she looks sad.
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