It Happened To Me ghost stories?

#1
Okay... just a weird thought here. I was wondering if anyone had got any ghost stories they'd like to share? Talking to mates I realise that almost everyone has some sort of story to relate on this subject.

A work colleague told me recently that, for several nights on the trot, her husband woke up in a cold sweat at around 2am to see a small girl standing at the foot of their bed (she never saw anything by the way) while their dog "went mental" outside the bedroom door.

Is this evidence of spectral creatures from the nether world crossing over the astral plane to make contact with the living? ... or is it more likely to be evidence that their dog is not the only one "going mental" in that household (and possibly that her tw@t husband should try sobbering up) I know which one my money's on!

Now I have to admit that I think ghosts are a load of cock but you can't beat a good ghost story... any offers?
 
#2
Ive had one at RAF coninsby probably spelt that wrong, think it was there was at their museum, and theres a scene where they have replicated a control room . The sort of place with maps telephones radios etc think they were all origional. while we were looking at it the sound effects started and you could hear all the chatter on the radio and screaming and shouting etc. we even made some comments about how good they sounded. It was about a year ago when we were watching most haunted doing a investigation there that they said that there was no sound in this display and many people had reported hearing the same things we did.

still cant explain it.
 
#4
During a course over the summer in the officers' mess at Grantham, a frend of mne claimed to have been woken up in the middle of the night by a looming figure in WW2 service dress staring out of the window.

He was quite shaken the next day; and the mess staff, when told, all looked at each other and told us about the 'mess ghost', a crab batman who was killed in an accident during the war...

Alternatively, he read the placard about the mess ghost and had a nightmare durng a stressful and well-lubricated course...
 
#5
Thanks Ravers.. I thought I couldn't be the only one who'd thought of this. Just goes to show I should check the other threads more carefully before putting up a new post :oops:
 
#6
On the 18th May 1943 five people were killed in my back garden, I was not born at the time but my fathers first family where all killed and he re-married and so you can all blame the Luftwaffe for my birth, Now this fact has caused me a great deal of fun over the years, My girlfriends friend who claimed to be a medium was hilarous, she said whilst sitting under my trees, (planted in the crater) what a peacfull place my garden was, laugh, I nearly choked
 
#7
Ooh, another:

Back in 1992, ten year old Rumps was on holiday with his mum in Boscastle, Cornwall. We went to the witch museum, which, after initial fairy-tale style displays, became eerier and more occult. As we entered the 'inner sanctum' (it's in a sort of labyrinth structure) with the skeleton of an 18th c witch, my mum freaked out. She went white, started sweating, panicking... the works, and rushed out, with me trotting along behind her. After about 15mins composing herself outside, she apologised, saying she couldn't explain it but had to get out.

Roll on a good few years, and I was flicking through the Fortean Times (I know...) at a mate's house, and there was an article about the Boscastle Witch Museum. The curators had 'had to' bury the skeleton in a pagan ceremony because it was sending out 'bad vibes' to 'sensitives' in protest at being on display. Quite a few people had rushed out in a cold sweat, it turned out.

My mum, being of Irish parentage, felt both vindicated and extra-Celticly sensitive... :)
 
#8
I know the rev Lionel Fanthorp from the Fortean Times he Is a local vicar
 
#9
Rumpelstiltskin said:
Ooh, another:

Back in 1992, ten year old Rumps was on holiday with his mum in Boscastle, Cornwall. We went to the witch museum, which, after initial fairy-tale style displays, became eerier and more occult. As we entered the 'inner sanctum' (it's in a sort of labyrinth structure) with the skeleton of an 18th c witch, my mum freaked out. She went white, started sweating, panicking... the works, and rushed out, with me trotting along behind her. After about 15mins composing herself outside, she apologised, saying she couldn't explain it but had to get out.

Roll on a good few years, and I was flicking through the Fortean Times (I know...) at a mate's house, and there was an article about the Boscastle Witch Museum. The curators had 'had to' bury the skeleton in a pagan ceremony because it was sending out 'bad vibes' to 'sensitives' in protest at being on display. Quite a few people had rushed out in a cold sweat, it turned out.

My mum, being of Irish parentage, felt both vindicated and extra-Celticly sensitive... :)
Ah ha! So you buy the Fortean Times too! Don't deny it... it's nothing to be ashamed of (probably nothing to be too proud of either but what the hell!)

As you've probably noticed from their 'It Happened To Me' section that's where I got the idea for this thread ('kind remarks' from Geordie_Berk notwithstanding!)
 
#10
tropper66 said:
I know the rev Lionel Fanthorp from the Fortean Times he Is a local vicar
Just mentioning Fortean Times with Rumplestiltskin... Is the Reverend Lionel still going? Still riding a motorbike and singing daft songs? :D
 
#11
Archangel said:
tropper66 said:
I know the rev Lionel Fanthorp from the Fortean Times he Is a local vicar
Just mentioning Fortean Times with Rumplestiltskin... Is the Reverend Lionel still going? Still riding a motorbike and singing daft songs? :D
Bike and leathers still around
 
#12
Gave a lift to a female hitchhiker once, she told me she was a witch, when I told her to prove it, she put her hand on me crotch and I turned into a lay-by.
 
#13
brummieboy1 said:
Gave a lift to a female hitchhiker once, she told me she was a witch, when I told her to prove it, she put her hand on me crotch and I turned into a lay-by.
Fnar!

Me likey. I'll be using that one for the rest of the week, I reckon :D
 
#14
BrunoNoMedals said:
brummieboy1 said:
Gave a lift to a female hitchhiker once, she told me she was a witch, when I told her to prove it, she put her hand on me crotch and I turned into a lay-by.
Fnar!

Me likey. I'll be using that one for the rest of the week, I reckon :D
The first time I heard that one I fell out my Pram laughing

Pram,-- posh very old push chair with sides , for all our younger readers
 

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#15
Meh. Ghost stories.

OK, I am not a swearing man, but I swear to god this is true.

Many years ago I walked out of a Council type flat onto the balcony. And I turned left, the quickest way to the stairs. And I almost bumped into a small girl who said "Go the other way".

She looked serious, and not wanting to cause a fuss, I did.

Half way along the balcony I heard pounding feet and saw men running across the courtyard below. Looking ahead I saw the same girl pointing at the last door on the balcony and, slightly freaked by the running men, walked towards the door.

Just as I reached the door, it opened. A young woman walked out. I turned towards her and said "Can you tell me which direction the train station is?"

She started to explain, just as the men turned the corner on the staircase.

What they saw was, me and the young lady coming out of her flat, her locking the door and us chatting. They stood aside. Let us past. It was obvious something was going down, and I expected the young lady to say "I dont know this guy. He just appeared outside my door". But she didnt. We walked through them, and away.

I never saw the young girl again.

And I am puzzled as to how she got from behind me, to 20 yards in front of me, without me noticing.

If she was a ghost, lets have more of them.
 
#16
First time, is my old scout headquarters - built back in the early 40's, it's mostly prefab stuff, with a massive upstairs storage area, lots of nooks and crannies in, and a lot of stuff up there.

Thing is, I feel bloody uneasy up there, by myself, even with all the lights on. Kinda like a sense of dread, and I know I ain't the only one - one of the Young Leaders from another unit got out of there quick sharp after we turned the lights off - he claimed to feel really, really ill, with the darkness etc.

The Leaders joke about old Ken, who used to be the Scout Board leader, and the old architects, still haunting up there. Well, I feel bloody iffy up there, I tell you now.

Second time, was at Whitely Woods, in Sheffield - some bloody weird goings on, at least at dark there. Lot of trees, and when doing "Wide Games" (Think exercises, but minus kicking the crap out of somebody and weapons...) some parts of it feel odd, and again, not just me, it's quite a few other people who feel odd in some of the wooded areas, and hate doing stuff at night in them - been quite a few weird sightings, and unexplained noises there.

And finnally, a graveyard. Yes, stereotypical, I know... But hear me out! Walking past there at about... 11PM, from my mates, and saw something dark, hooded, standing in the cemetery. Got a massive chill through me, turned to look again, and the bloody thing was gone. Came nigh on soiling me pantaloons then. :roll:

Theres plenty of other ghostie stories from my mates, however. My best mates dad claims to have seen a little girl sitting on his bed, when he used to go to boarding school, for instance....

There's some fecking weird stuff, but I prefer it to happen to me, before I believe it. And hearing something, is more likely to make me shitscared, than seeing something. Or a combo. Either one.
 
#17
I grew up in a house with a little ghostie. When we first moved in the old loo was one of those chain flush thingies. Every now and again it would flush all on it's own. Parents had heard there were strange goings on in the whole street and eventually came to the conclusion that it was the infamous spook. They didn't mind the wandering around upstairs whilst they were downstairs but they got mightily sick of listening to the loo flush day and night so they swapped it to a low level flushing toilet. After 3 days of peace and quiet little ghostie had worked out how to use it and started again.

A 12 ft ladder disappeared from the basement but was returned again after a week or so. Nobody had borrowed it so who knows where it had gone. God knows what a fully paid up member of the afterlife would want with a 12 ft ladder though.

The final straw came when my Mum had left my Dad to babysit me and the damn thing wouldn't let him out of the bathroom. The door wasn't locked but the handle was ice cold and he couldn't get the door open. It only came free when my Mum came back.

I was too young to remember all this but the old dears constantly harked back to it. Mind you, they were partial to the odd pint.
 
#18
Supposedly the guards at the site of where UA Flight 93 crashed had heard footsteps at night (on the metal steps), but found no one there when they investigated. No idea if there is truth to it, but if any place would be haunted, would be there.
 
#19
I heard a good one recently.

I was talking to a colleague at work about this very subject, and she mentioned that her sisters five year old daughter used to have an "imaginary friend" called Aubrey Saw who also had a dog called 'Banimbo'

Despite the incredibly unusual names, This was a running joke in the family for quite a while and it was put down to something she'd picked up on TV etc, until one day the little girl said to her mother "I saw Aubrey Saw earlier, he told me that someone died in the workhouse today"

This seriously freaked the mother out at the time - but the little girls grown up now and can't remember her imaginary friend anymore.

The interesting thing is - I asked my colleague where they lived, and did some quick research online ....the street was more or less built slap bang on a workhouse that was demolished years ago.
 
#20
Eurgh, I hate ghost stories... makes me all paranoid!!

Well, when I moved to the UK 5 years ago (from Cape Town, South Africa), I moved to a place called Moffat (near Dumfries in Scotland) as my Aunt and Uncle ran a hotel there and they had just bought a small semi-detached cottage in the town, which had a great big bloody ancient cemetary behind it! Now I don't reeeally believe in ghosts, but I swear to the Lord Almighty, on a few occassions I'd be lieing in bed at night and get a sense of something looming over me, not quiiiite being able to see anything mind, but just a real sense of something being right there in the room. To top it off, every now and then I'd get weird sensations around my neck and ankles. It was like someone was trying to grasp me round the neck. Like something was grasping me, but there was no feeling of any contact with anything else, just a sort of pressure as if something was. Then I'd feel as if something was grasping my ankles. Bear in mind I was 14 at the time, not quite a small lad, but still young enough to be shit scared. I ended up moving my matress into my mums room as I was scared :oops: , but it still happened!! Unexplained.... and freaky.I don't live there any more, live near Carlisle now :roll:

Also in Moffat, at my Aunt and Uncles hotel, they had told me stories of a woman in a white dress (olden days kinda deal) that my Aunt had supposedly seen on a number of occasions. Spooky..
 

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