The wife swears that the youngest boys bedroom is haunted...she has done since the eldest was in there. We got some kittens the other day and apparently they wont go in there so that's sealed it for her. Anyway couple of days ago she mentioned all this and said that she was SERIOUSLY considering getting the room exorcised!! WTF.. Apparently she knows someone from work or something that has had it done in their house...Shes totally nuts I tell you.
My parents live in a flat in a NT house, built on top of an old monnestary which means lots of graves get dug up every time they lay a new phone line, water pipe, etc.
Never had anything weird happen to me and I've spent years living there but my mum and dad have a couple of odd stories.
My mum used to do the book keeping as it involved being in the office past closing time and living in the house meant my dad could locked up around her. This basically entailed walking through the house, making sure dust covers were on, blinds closed, fire doors shut etc etc. Anyway one night dad goes down to check on mum after locking up and she asks him if the houses 'donor' is in this week as she's not seen his car but can hear him in his flat. He replies that no he's not in this week. She says but I heard them upstairs. He says no, that's the library upstairs, he'd locked up two hours earlier, the donors flat is in the wing opposite to our flat, 2 floors up and on the other side of the building from the offices. Mum's convinced she heard someone calling for 'Mary' and walking arround the library looking for her. Turned out the housekeepers regularly see/hear the same person!
There was a bit of a petition amongst the volunteers and staff to get a most haunted style show to come round (I think the producers even got in touch). But my parents flatly refused as despite not believing in any of it they don't want to be either proved wrong and have something properly haunting the place, or be constantly looking over their shoulders. Which I can see the point, I've wandered round the house after locking up before and it's properly creepy.
My grandmother on my mum's side used to live on a farm not far from Cockersands Abbey, if you've ever been there it's a properly desolate place, pancake flat, miles from anywhere, always windy/cold/foggy. Anyway, the farm was haunted by the ghost of a black drummer boy, hardly surprising when you consider the number of ships that must be buried under those sands and Lancaster's history as a slave port.
My brother had a fiend at primary school who had a serious congenital heart problem. He had been adopted by a local family and hadnt been expected to live very long but he confounded the experts, went to school and was such a wonderful kid. He died when he was nine or ten and my brother was very upset by the whole thing. The church was packed for his funeral.
About A week after the funeral I woke up late at night to hear my brothers voice downstairs. He was the same age as Michael, the boy who had died, and I was 11 or 12 at the time. I went down stairs to see what was going on and found my brother sat in the dark on the floor in the middle of the living room facing the tv. He's crying a little by now and then he says 'but I miss you'. I'm freaking out by this point so I ask him what he's doing to which he says 'saying goodbye to Michael'.
That really sent the shivers down my spine. But at that point he (my brother) stands up and says 'goodbye' and then says 'ok I can go back to bed now.'
As we turned off where the A590 becomes the A591 at Brettargh Lodge, we pulled up being a red Micra with a Jesus fish on the back being driven by a guy with what looked like his son in the passenger seat wearing a Man U top.
Was this the same weekend as the annual lads and dads camping meet for the Stretford Christian Nissan micra owners club?
I was on the highlighted A road route so the only shortcut would be by air!
Oho me boyo...you think all short cuts are shown on google do ya?
Bregante - MemberAs we turned off where the A590 becomes the A591 at Brettargh Lodge, we pulled up being a red Micra with a Jesus fish on the back being driven by a guy with what looked like his son in the passenger seat wearing a Man U top.
Was this the same weekend as the annual lads and dads camping meet for the Stretford Christian Nissan micra owners club?
Now you come to mention it......
deadlydarcy - MemberI was on the highlighted A road route so the only shortcut would be by air!
Oho me boyo...you think all short cuts are shown on google do ya?
LOL!
I have to say I've found this thread highly entertaining, and at times fairly chilling. I can't say I'll be lying in bed at night from now on fretting about small hatchback driving Baptists with a good handle on their local geography though... I've watched scarier episodes of Peppa Pig. 🙂
When I was about 7 or 8 I woke up, or dreamt I woke up to a giant big **** off blackhole/whirlpool thingy on the ceiling of my grans house.
Scared the crap out of me.
After that I become a stubbornly attached to logic and reason. This stuff only happens to people who believe they have a third eye/are open to being superstitious.
I was staying in rented accomodation in Liverpool, woke up beefore the alarm in the morning and felt body roll to the right with the weight of somebody sitting on the edge of the bed. I froze and stayed that way for quite some time....
This threads hilarious, imagine if that was actually a burglar, serial killer or worse a bum rapist? You'd freeze up, that's the scary bit! I'd either shit myself and bolt out the window or go a bit psycho.
the family seem to think its someone looking over us as when nothing else happened after we both turned 18.
This is interesting. Several time in my childhood I felt that "someone" was about, and have heard a distinct male voice. The most memorable occasion was Christmas one year, when I crept out of bed to investigate the "Christmas stocking" my parent had placed at the end of my bed. As I did so, a strong load male voice (not my fathers) came from the darkest corner of the room and told me to get back to bed. My brother in the same room never woke up and my parents always denied being involved.
Also like a poster above, my parents (now non smokers) insist they can smell cigarette smoke at times in thier house. They insist my departed Nan (used to chainsmoke) sits at thier dining table and they can smell the smoke. I never told them, but (at my house now and the one before I moved in May) I get whiffs of this too. 😯
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