aurora32

That must have been really interesting to do Emma? was there any time you were ever scared? sorry not being nosey just really interested.


Claire xx

missjess

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That must have been really interesting to do Emma? was there any time you were ever scared? sorry not being nosey just really interested.


Claire xx[/quote]

I was gonna ask the same!

My ghost is here again... The phone just rang and it picked-up by itself.... I'm really freaked out now!

nikky0907

Spooky!

Say hi to him from me!

Jo

Oooh i love stuff like this, Missjess i think dads/granddads are the worst

My dad died when i was 8months PG with Emily, it was a very sudden thing, he had had an accident at work and a wall fell on him but luckily ( or so we thought)he got away with a briken leg and cuts and bruises.
I was with my dad when he got discharged from the hospital and we went back to his house for something eat etc...
We left his house around 10pm at around 2.30am we got a call saying that he had died, he had suddenly collapsed in his bathroom, found out it was a blood clot.

Anyway fast forward about 3/4 months and Emily is on my shoulder looking through our glass door into the hallway giggling like mad and tilting her head to one side as though someone is there, not long after i went ito the kitchen to make a cuppa and looked through hall door into the room, and i could see a really odd reflection in it, it was like my dad lying in a bed with tubes coming from him Of course that is how he would have spent his last few minutes.

That was the only time i have actually seen anything, but i get the smell of aftershave now and again and my lighters are always going missing ( he hated me smoking), though they do seem to appear if i say something like " come on dad i need to light the oven"

Both kids have often been heard giggling in the middle of the night and talking to no one, it doesn't freak me like it used to, only when i hear footsteps and there is only me in the house

Heather.78

sadly I dont believe Im one of those people who believe when you die you do just that, if something was to happen to me to change my mind then I would its not that Im not open to the idea but Ive never had any experience, my cottage was built in the 1650's and I bet loads of people have passed away here over the years but we've never had anything happen

Tilly

I have to continue reading this tomorrow as I have goose bumps (got to Tasha's post which shit me up lol), am shaking and paranoid now lol! got some stories to add to this too.

elmaxie

Yeah a few times I have been terrified but usually for nothing

I found things happened or when I see things its a case of OMG wow did I really see/hear that then did anyone else and what could have caused it.

A few times I was left alone in attics or cellers but the most scared I have been was in Newcastle Keep in a room with another female investigator who is sensitive(she can feel thingsand pain etc) so we were in the dark and started to feel like we were being watched and saw a few shaddows. Next thing I know she is like right next to me as she felt like someone stabbing her and a man in the corner being threatening to us....the only way out was up small stairs past this guy. I think cos I couldnt see him it was worse as my imagination works overtime at the best of times.

My dads house is haunted by an old man but he is frendly so dont mind him but for a while they had poltergeist activity where things were getting thrown around etc...that was a bit frightening but more because when a game of monopoly lying on the floor suddenly errupts into the air you do tend to crap your pants

Emma.xx

rafwife

Yes, as I've experienced something firsthand. However, I do think 99% of stories are just people's imaginations running away with them. After all, the mind is a powerful thing.

A friend has a 3 year old son, who's recently started telling people that he's dead. At first, everyone thought he was playing but he sat his Dad down and told him in great detail how he'd been in a war in France and been shot, and this is where the bullet went in and this is were I held the gun, etc. He even told his parents to call him a different name, as that was his 'real' name. Very strange thing for a young child to come out with.

Purple_Kitty

I most definitely believe! I was born and raised in Maine in the USA, and spent much of my childhood in my grandmother's big old house. The house sat on a hill named for the man who built it, and then later killed himself in the attic when the woman he built said house for ran off with somebody else. It is a beautiful house, and I was always quite happy to be downstairs in the living room, kitchen/dining room or even the back room where my grandmother did her sewing and eventually had her bedroom when she was too sore in the joints to climb stairs every night anymore. Upstairs was a long hallway and three bedrooms; the gold room which was my fathers, the pink room where my brothers slept (nobody had painted the walls in YEARS for some reason, so they got stuck with it!), and the tiny blue room where I was stuck. There was also a door at the end of the hallway that led out over the garage, which was once a barn. I honestly could NOT look at that door growing up without a sense of dread and the urge to run and hide washing over me. I don't know what happened back there, or if maybe it was just somewhere Fred (the man who built the house and died in it) liked to be, but it petrified me.

Now, as I said I could manage very well downstairs in this house, and upstairs I could be in either the gold or pink rooms without any trouble as well. The problem was my room... the little blue box room with the creepy closet that actually had a stairwell in it which came out in the bathroom closet below the room. It was blocked off, but looking at the boarded up door in the closet, or at the stairs in the bathroom closet also brought on that fear and dread. I would barricade that closet door EVERY night before bed! I found I could not sleep in this room well, though when I told my grandmother she told me I was being silly and to stop my foolishness. I stopped telling her that strange things were happening... but it didn't stop it from occuring. Things would get knocked off the dressers and nightstand, and I would hear noises coming from above me in the attic where Fred took his life, or from the hallway when nobody was there. I would see shapes in the mirror opposite my bed, and had to sleep under the covers and listen to my walkman to get any sort of rest at all. One night took the cake though... I saw a man walk across my room from the hallway to the window. Then he stopped and just vanished. I didn't tell my grandmother, because I knew she'd tell me off again, but I did hear my father one night speaking of things moving about, and odd noises when he had been the one who slept in that room before I was given it. He'd just laugh and say it was Old Fred come down from the attic. My mother, who also spent time in that house, and also had an aversion to that room in particular, told me that the blue room was where Fred spent much of his time. I thought she was joking to scare me... but she says she is not, it is what she was told before she'd even mentioned to anybody that the room was freaky.

I've had good experiences as well, so it isn't all bad! There were times (when NOT in the freaky room o' impending doom!) growing up when I would just KNOW somebody was there with me. This person didn't want to hurt me, and didn't want to frighten me, it was like they were just watching and hanging out. Sometimes the TV channels would change, or doors would swing shut or creak open. Most of the time it was my stereo, which was one of those that automatically switched to the next side of a cassette tape. Sometimes it would randomly just switch sides, and at a moment when there seemed to be some sort of message that somebody was trying to convey. It only happened when I was alone. Sometimes I'd have to put my foot down and say, 'alright, I get it, that is quite enough now' and it would stop... for awhile! I think it was somebody watching over me as I had a rough childhood, and often had nobody to talk to... when I moved to England to be with my mother, it continued until I settled in via my walkman which also featured a change-over button for switching sides of a tape, but once I found my feet and was happy, my little 'messages' stopped. Maybe they thought their job was done. Oh dear... that was MUCH longer than intended!!

Jo

oooh that made me shiver