Spooky/strange encounters.

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That wasn’t in relation to your story, read further back.

Ok, I’ve always avoided posts like this, and although I’m not a (complete) fruit cake just thought I’ll give you all my 2p worth seeing as F1 is so boring 🙂

I definitely think infrasound is an interesting part of many paranormal phenomena but I have a keen interest though in Hypnagogia as I suffered badly as a child from experiences similar to eruptron and chugg08, and decided to investigate it an as rational way as possible. Its been a while though since I’ve had the time to have this as my ‘hobby’ as such, probably not doing massive drugs anymore helps too.

Just think; why do most of these experiences happen either side of, or during, a state of sleep? I think a combination or (e.g. either / or, not necessarily a combination) of infrasound and hypnagogia could explain a majority of phenomena including alien abduction, ghosts, near-death-experiences, god / the devil, and so on.

However there are some (telepathy, pre-cognition) that I’m not at all convinced that they are real at all as they break several scientific tenets, but I’m open to accepting that they could exist.

I think UFO’s are different insofar as having a basis in as-yet unknown meteorological basis (e.g. the relation between so-called earth lights preceeding volcanoes / earthquakes). Cryptozoology is all a bit … meh for me, I never really ‘got’ it.

BTW I don’t want to hear about nessie / chemtrails / crop circles / HAARP etc 😉

I could bore you all for hours going on about this, and myself I have experienced several strange things: –

Hearing my nanas voice right in my ear say “Its ok poppett” the night she died. However voices / breathing right next to your ear (user-removed, see the “sounds” section of the wiki link) is fairly common, so is it real or fleeting remnants of hypnogagia?

Feelings of bad ju-ju in certain places. Again, common enough, but is just my tiny little mind being messed by some piezo-electrical activity in the rocks beneath my feet?

Earth lights. Some people could call these UFO’s (as they are indeed Unidentified), but probaby my slightly skeptic slant pre-supposes they’re just some odd form of lightning.

Bottom line, I have not experienced anything I genuinely thought “what the hell was that?” maybe I’m lucky / unlucky though, or maybe I’m now immune to opening up my mind and accepting what I may see has a spiritual basis.

For the TL;DR brigade – I don’t know, but nobody does really. I strongly believe all these experiences have a scientific explanation but as yet we just don’t really know enough about the universe or our own brains.

However, I absolutely believe people when they say they experienced something they genuinely thought was paranormal experience, from strange voices up to being abducted by aliens. The ‘truth’ just is probably more mundane. BTW please don’t make this a thread-killer, I’m still really interested to read your experiences

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schnor that safety car must have been out a while 😀

shep39 that is quiet sweet but also depressing

Wonder if it could have been this (infrasound)

Read a really interesting paper a while ago about a researcher who had got an orchestra to play to two seperate audiences, but with one of them he played infrasound at the same time. Loads of people reported feeling uneasy etc.

Spooky story threads are no place for logical explanations though surely? 😉

Spooky story threads are no place for logical explanations though surely?

Sorry!

I used to go night riding near Roslin Chapel on my tod. One night I saw something white floating through the trees. Didn’t get a proper look at it and was sure it was an owl but I sped up a fair bit and didn’t stop til I got home. Still like solo night rides but not near the chapel.

At a hospital close to where I live there was an emergency in one of the wards where a patient needed resuscitating. Two nurses and a doctor made their way down to the corridors where they were greeted by a woman who asked for directions to leave the building. The senior nurse gave directions, talking to the woman and using her hands to show her the way and the woman said “thank you” and carried on her way.
When the senior nurse reached the ward where the emergency was she was greeted by the doctor and a nurse in shock and unable to grasp what was there. It was the woman they’d all just met only she was dead in her bed!
When an investigation was carried out, they found CCTV footage in the corridor showing all 3 hospital staff going to the ward and it showed the senior nurse apparently talking to someone and using her hands but there was only the nurse in the film, there was no one else. It looked like the nurse was talking to herself! Since the investigation I know there’s been mental issues with the staff involved and one of them hasn’t returned to work and is undergoing treatment for mental problems. I know all 3 members of staff had to sign legal documents as well to say they were telling the truth which I know doesn’t mean a lot but the CCTV footage doesn’t lie and it seems a very strange thing to actually make up as well.

At a hospital close to where I live there was an emergency in one of the wards where a patient needed resuscitating. Two nurses and a doctor made their way….

Sorry, but I call cobblers. I’d need proper proof of this, and even then I’d call cobblers.

Ghosts in hospitals, as noted on a number of occasions above, don’t happen, and if they did, you’d need a pitchfork and a broom just to get down each corridor.

Apart from anything else, a doctor and a nurse ‘in shock’ is highly unlikely; and them admitting it would be more unlikely still.

As for the CCTV footage…. My car got broken into, covered by the CCTV, or so I thought. When I went to view the footage, the CCTV operator had videoed two girls with impressive upholstery walking across the carpark.

…load of old bollocks.

Erm, geetee, I didn’t have any feelings of dread. Someone breathed into my ear quite hard in a darkened room, in the middle of the night. I was completely fine, right up until that point! Your infrasound explanation might help you sleep better at night, knowing that your logical explanation has covered all eventualities, but I’m inclined to keep an open mind.

As an aside; we recently visited Hill of Tarvit, an NTS owned mansion in the Fife countryside. One of the bedrooms has a domed ceiling, when stood in a very specific place beneath the dome, if you speak/make a noise the dome reflects it back at you as a very fast echo, so fast, it sounds like a fluttering in your ear. It’s very strange, but a prime example of the acoustic properties of a room causing strange noises.

. I know all 3 members of staff had to sign legal documents as well to say they were telling the truth which I know doesn’t mean a lot but the CCTV footage doesn’t lie and it seems a very strange thing to actually make up as well.

This makes no sense – why would anyone be made to sign legal documents by a hospital saying they saw a ghost?

Heres another from our office: I’m the first in this morning, I went down to the kitchen and the kettle has already been boiled- its empty/hot.

Does that mean its been repeatedly turned on until its boiled dry? a bored ghost?

A friend of mine is a Paramedic and apparently to get the new recruits used to the sight of dead bodies they take them to the morgue. On one particular occassion they had arranged that another colleague would be pulled out of the fridge to jump up at the newbie and scare him witless. The ‘dead body’ lay on the slab and was duly pushed into the fridge and when the door closed the ‘body’ next to him turned over and said, ‘cold in ‘ere isn’t it’. Awesome double bluff.

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Load of old bollocks, the lot of it.
If ghosts existed, I’d be wading thigh deep in the bloody things, having to push them out of the way to get into work, and shaking them out of my jeans to get dressed to go home.

What line of work are you that involves taking your pants off? You know when they say manual workers like coal miners and boiler stokers are ‘stripped to the waist’ they mean down to the waist, not stripped up to the waist.

At a hospital close to where I live ……. Etc.

IMO That story is complete cobblers from start to finish.

Sorry.

years back when we all smoked shed loads of weed, we sat in a mates back garden and watched these crazy lights for about an hour…got convinced it was the northern lights and were totally sold on that until a mate popped over and said “alright….you lot watching the lights from the Tina Turner concert at the Bowl then”….Doh

When we first moved to North Wales in the early 80s, my parents got friendly with a bloke in the local pub, H, who was a local artist and claimed to be a white witch and faith-healer for which he was apparently quite well known in the area. Another acquaintance of theirs, Tommy, a chippie, thought it was a load of old tosh and turned up at the pub one night with a bandage and eye-patch over one eye claiming he’d had an accident at work and asked H to take a look of it. H leaned over, carefully removed the eye-patch, and out fell one those joke eyeballs on a spring…. everyone in the pub was rolling with laughter but H was absolutely furious and told Tommy that he shouldn’t mock what he didn’t understand.

3 days later, Tommy was using a chisel at work, the tip broke off and went into the same eye. Doctors told him there was a good chance he’d lose his sight, but he went back to see H, and was apparently cured by the “laying on of hands”.

At the time my parents ran a shop on a caravan site nearby, and around 6 months after this incident a group of holidaymakers renting a van on the site also had an altercation with H one night. Next morning they were on the steps of the shop when we went to open up with the keys, ready to leave only a couple of days into their holiday – I’ve never seen a group of people so terrified in all my life – absolutely ashen faced. Still don’t know the full details of what happened but they were talking about weird lights and noises around the van in the night. They’d ended up sleeping in the car after one member of their party was apparently physically thrown out of his bed by “something” in the early hours.

My parents had bought one of H’s paintings prior to all this kicking off – a really moody seascape – it ended up on a bonfire shortly after the second episode as my Mum couldn’t stand having it in the house.

I think the above is probably all more to do with the power of suggestion than anything genuinely supernatural but was all quite creepy nonetheless…

Some people we know live in a fairly remote farm house on Anglesey and after hearing some of the stories, I have no idea how one of them manages to live there alone mid week.

– banging on door in middle of night, dogs who normally go mad looking scared.

– banging on bedroom door in middle of night, dogs frozen with fear.

– Head held down on pillow, heard “gottcha” whispered in ear.

– Seen ghostly male figure standing in corner of the room.

Papa_Lazarou – weirdly, the events posted above were also on Anglesey. Nr Moelfre, if you know it.

Some people we know live in a fairly remote farm house on Anglesey and after hearing some of the

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3 days later, Tommy was using a chisel at work, the tip broke off and went into the same eye. Doctors told him there was a good chance he’d lose his sight, but he went back to see H, and was apparently cured by the “laying on of hands”.

That couldn’t be more made up even if you told me it was this guy.

I don’t for a moment believe he was cured by the laying on of hands but the fact that he injured his eye a couple of days after the incident is definitely not made up, I assure you.

I used to work in one of the big old Victorian works in Manchester (since demolished), one of those huge old places with lots of bays and machinery and the like. I was asked to do a series of night shifts to catch up stuff in the warehouse (one of the big long bays). No-one else there then worked nights other than the security guards out front. Off to the side were the offices which opened into the bay, and just into the bay was the photocopier. I came out of the offices into the big bay, didn’t bother turning the main lights on and walked a way down the dark bay in silence. As I did, I heard the photocopier copy something. Stopped dead in my tracks and looked round, sure enough it’s on but no-one’s there – and it stood on its own so no-one could have hidden in the moment it took me to turn round. I absolutely dropped one and ran out to the security guards’ hut out front.

I weakly came up with a report that someone may be wandering round to at least look a little tough. One looks at me and says “was this in bay X?” I confirmed that it was. “Oh she’s up to her tricks again then”. He then proceeded to tell me that they were regularly haunted by the original works manager’s daughter who had allegedly drowned in a cooling pond that used to be there. I went white.

How I spent the rest of the week at night there I don’t know but the lights were firmly on. I also never worked out how she knew how to use a copier either, but it did really get to me. I am certain that they couldn’t have been winding me up either given where that copier was.

One of the bedrooms has a domed ceiling, when stood in a very specific place beneath the dome, if you speak/make a noise the dome reflects it back at you as a very fast echo

I was at a wedding reception once where the room had a big domed ceiling like that and I could very clearly hear one guy who was sat on the far side of the noisy room, talking as if he was right by my ear.

Simple acoustic properties of a parabola, but would have been quite spooky if I didn’t recognise his voice and could see the source.

I’ve heard a version of Hadges story at every hospital I’ve worked in; At Leeds Infirmary it takes place on the glass corridor near the old Ward 47.

As has been said, ghosts would be thick on the ground if they existed; a psychological phenomena in my opinion but certainly open to the idea ultrasound and other rationale explaination to what feel like real experiences to some people.

I don’t for a moment believe he was cured by the laying on of hands but the fact that he injured his eye a couple of days after the incident is definitely not made up, I assure you.

I wasn’t meaning the accident was made up, just the ” cured by the “laying on of hands” bit.

The rest of the story is just coincedence really. Nothing that strange (a chippy who doesn’t wear eye protection getting injured isn’t that rare.)

From the Telegraph website today:

The constable was on duty late one evening last month when he spotted a “shining light” glowing over Clent Hills, a range of scenic peaks which rise up more than 1,000ft in Worcestershire.

He radioed his sergeant, telling him he was “off up the hills” to investigate the “suspicious bright light” from ‘over the other side of the hills’.

He warned that as he was “single-crewed” he might require back-up if he found a crime in progress.

The area is known as a hotspot for outdoor sex – and it is believed the officer thought he might catch offenders engaged in sexual activity when he mistook the bright light of the moon for car headlights.

After a 20-minute walk up the hills, however, the red-faced officer radioed his sergeant back, telling him that the ‘light source’ was in actual fact the moon.

2 stories…..

My great grandmother had a dream one night that the ship that my grandad was on (he was in the Navy) had sunk. On getting up that morning she put the radio on to hear the news of the ship my granddad was on had sunk. She starts getting in contact with the Navy to find out any news, and they luckily tell her that my granddad had fallen ill before the ship set sail and hadn’t gone with the ship.

2nd story actually happened to me.

It was about 16 years ago, and I’d just passed my driving test. My sister had asked me to borrow my Mum’s car so I could drop her off at her boyfriend’s house. We’re driving along the A6, pitch black and we see someone walking along the road (no footpath so walking on the verge). As we got closer I recognise the clothes and can tell it’s my best mate (when we were that age he always used to wear a padded lumberjack shirt with a yellow/green Man U shirt underneath) – he also used to take the route quite often to walk the 2-3 miles to his girlfriend’s house.
I decide to whip the car round and go back to pick him up. When we got back to where he was there was no one there. Both my sister and I had both seen him originally though!
I carry on my way drop my sister off, then go back home and call my mates house speak to his Mum she confirmed he’d been in all night.

Load
Of
Old
Bollocks.

You all live surrounded by rational, scientific modern things, but you’re all perfectly willing to ignore it all and believe in ghosties?

I’m not suggesting that we should all be cool calculating machines, but spooky stories? Give over…

I’m not suggesting that we should all be cool calculating machines, but spooky stories? Give over…

Mleh – I’m all for science, but I still enjoy a spooky story.

I’m sure most of them have very rational explanations if looked at with a suitably cool head, but I think there is something in our primal genetic code that responds to the idea of “monsters” in the shadows (i.e. predators)

Besides, even the best scientists like a spooky interaction 😀

crikey I’m willing to read spooky stories and find them entertainingly spooky.

No one is saying they’re unexplainable, might be some perfectly rational explanations, but some things might also be difficult to explain – without knowing all the facts it’s difficult to say.

I’ve had plenty of occasions when walking back from the pub or a mates when something hasn’t felt right. Walk turns into a fast walk, into a gentle trot, then a full on sprint, I know there’s probably nothing there and just getting spooked but it didn’t used to stop it happening.

Visiting folks at Xmas, I was the only one who wanted to stay up and watch Aliens. Turned off the light, headed for bedroom in the dark, and a piece of tinsel had detached and was hanging in the middle of a doorway – I walked face first into it and jumped out my skin.

Got home one day and after a bit of a potter about realised the loft hatch was on wonky… Poked a camera on a stick in, in case the murderer hiding in there was ready for me. Suspect that open windows and a gust of wind popped the very lightweight cover askew.

Riding my motorbike home on a chilly night, I kept catching peripheral glimpses of flickering wispy figures dancing through the tree cover ahead and above me. My headlight was reflecting off puddles and illuminating mist among the branches.

(Sorry if this post is a woowoo free zone, but ghosts don’t exist.)

Crikey, this is a share your spooky/strange/weird encounters thread. Not a share your opinion thread. Stop trying to ruin the fun, I won’t get scared in the woods if you keep tying to explain everything ya fud.

We’ve not really come that far from throwing turnips at witches 🙂

My mum and dad’s house, I was about 12. All sat watching TV, my sister’s boyf nips up to the look, comes back down white as a sheet as the bath was run and full of deep hot water. No one had been upstairs for over an hour.

Few years later, me and my then GF come home at 11pm ish, flick lights on in hallway. Nothing happens and when I look down I see a lightbulb lying on the floor next to my feet.

The lamp it was a from was about 15 feet up and 6 feet across from where we were stood. Ex screams and refused to spend the night there (damn!).

Me and my sis used to have organ lessons in the dining room, and when you were playing, you could really sense someone stood behind you and we’re both sure you could see a shadow of someone in the window in your peripheral vision.

Ghostie had taste though – whenever my sister played Technotronic on here ghetto blaster, it would switch itself off! Didn’t happen for any other music.

My mates used to love to hate having sleepovers – we’d dare each other to sleep in the dining room and no one ever dared! My parents always denied there was something going on, but when we were older they confessed to various spooky experiences of their own such as clocks that hadn’t been wound suddently working and being at the corect time.

After my dad died, my mum knocked the kitchen and dining room and built an extension and ever since I haven’t felt anything, although my kids who are great sleepers, never seem to settle there.

I’d describe myself as an engineer and scientist, but I really have NFI what could have caused the above.

Tee hee.

Hell hath no fury like the man told his ghost story is a load of rubbish..

I have no hassles from ghosts, not as long as I’ve got my lucky Roman centurions whistle.

Jeez crikey, you’re doing the Buzz Killington big style. That must be what, 6 or 7 LoadOfBollocks posts from you now. We all (most of us) realise there will be rational explanations, but the stories are entertaining in themselves.

Just remembered another very bizarre one too! My folks used to have a place on Windermere which the now wife and I used to visit regularly. Had come off the M6 at J36 and was heading alomg the A590 at a fair old rate of knots in my M3 one friday summer evening.

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.

My dad and I had a 5th gear challenge up Lindale Hill as he had an Impreza at the time, so I was gunning it up Lindale Hill at 100 leptons or so, I overtook a Red Micra with a jesus fish on the back and when we glanced across my now wife saw that it was being driven by a guy with a young lad wearing a Man U shirt say next to him!

Very odd indeed and possibly complete coincidence (or he had a jet pack!), but it was about 8 years ago and I remember it vividly as it freaked us both out somewhat!