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CLASSIC: What's the spookiest / wierdest / most chilling thing that's ever happened to you?

Also, I saw 3 WW2 spitfires swoop down to about 20ft above mine and my mates heads as we were playing football, I could see the pilots, all dressed in the old WW2 uniform/headgear etc. Then they all just disappeared, there were no clouds, they just went grey and disappeared.

Redtreble said:
Check this out if you can be arsed. The report of a young boy whose parents believe used to be a WWII Fighter Pilot in a past life:

Part 1 - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_EWwzFwUOxA

Part 2 - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5965wcH2Kx0&feature=related
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It's not gonna shit me up is it?
 
Hand_In_Glove said:
Also, I saw 3 WW2 spitfires swoop down to about 20ft above mine and my mates heads as we were playing football, I could see the pilots, all dressed in the old WW2 uniform/headgear etc. Then they all just disappeared, there were no clouds, they just went grey and disappeared.


It's not gonna shit me up is it?
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All depends on how much of a big girl's blouse you are! :D

If Ghostbusters made you hide behind the sofa, I'd give it a miss, but if you were brave enough to watch it all the way through without crying for mummy, you'll be fine. :p
 
Redtreble said:
All depends on how much of a big girl's blouse you are! :D

If Ghostbusters made you hide behind the sofa, I'd give it a miss, but if you were brave enough to watch it all the way through without crying for mummy, you'll be fine. :p
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I watched it, very intersting. Bit weird that I posted about the war planes before even opening the links :eek:

EDIT: No it's not, I forgot you'd written that in your post :D
 
Hand_In_Glove said:
I watched it, very intersting. Bit weird that I posted about the war planes before even opening the links :eek:

EDIT: No it's not, I forgot you'd written that in your post :D
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It's late :D
 
SAR said:
When I was about 14, whenever my dad was away on business and never when he was home, there was someone sneaking about outside our house....anyway, one night my mum was upstairs in the bath, I was downstairs and the back window was steamed up. For some reason I went to it to wipe away the steam and there was some guy staring right at me, his face pressed against the glass:eek: It was like something from a horror film...
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Great story.

Similar thing happened to me once.
Was sat downstairs watching telly with the lights off after everybody else (I lived with my parents at the time about 20 years ago) had gone to bed. It was pissing down with rain and as I looked out of the window that is adjacent to the neighbours' house (my folks live in a pre-war semi) someone climbed down the drainpipe inbetween the two houses, landed on the fence then disappeared.
I shat myself and ran up to bed.

I was even more concerned because I'd just been cracking one off to some tits on the tv as well.

Had a few other weird things happen but one of the most bizarre was when I was living with my ex and one night we were lay in bed with the lights out.
I looked above our heads and there was a dimly glowing green hollow ball about 3' in diameter hovering above us that seemed to be made up of tiny rods. It faded away pretty much as soon as I'd noticed it.
I nudged my ex and started to say "I could swear I've just seen..."
and she finished "...a glowing green ball above the bed?"
Then as we lay watching, another one appeared, made this time of tiny green dimly flourescent triangles. Freaked us out a bit, but strangely we never really talked about it afterwards.

Someone said to me a few years later when I told them about this that I should have reached up and stuck my hand in them to see what happened. Didn't think to at the time, obviously.
 
Filthy The dag said:
Great story.

Similar thing happened to me once.
Was sat downstairs watching telly with the lights off after everybody else (I lived with my parents at the time about 20 years ago) had gone to bed. It was pissing down with rain and as I looked out of the window that is adjacent to the neighbours' house (my folks live in a pre-war semi) someone climbed down the drainpipe inbetween the two houses, landed on the fence then disappeared.
I shat myself and ran up to bed.

I was even more concerned because I'd just been cracking one off to some tits on the tv as well.

Had a few other weird things happen but one of the most bizarre was when I was living with my ex and one night we were lay in bed with the lights out.
I looked above our heads and there was a dimly glowing green hollow ball about 3' in diameter hovering above us that seemed to be made up of tiny rods. It faded away pretty much as soon as I'd noticed it.
I nudged my ex and started to say "I could swear I've just seen..."
and she finished "...a glowing green ball above the bed?"
Then as we lay watching, another one appeared, made this time of tiny green dimly flourescent triangles. Freaked us out a bit, but strangely we never really talked about it afterwards.

Someone said to me a few years later when I told them about this that I should have reached up and stuck my hand in them to see what happened. Didn't think to at the time, obviously.
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Thats amazing, Ive never know people have the same trip from the same joint.
 
some of you bastards have shit me right up. if any of you lot are making this shit up, i hope you rot in hell. except pol pot. it was a cardboard cut out mate.
 
I was round a mates house a few years back. (Which believe it or not Johnny Vegas actually eventually bought off her.) Anyway loads of strange shit happened in that house. It's a massive old Victorian house in St Helens, several rooms and bedrooms.

Anyway. One night I'd gone into one of the rooms by myself to get something. There was nothing in there except an old piano and some boxes with junk in them. I got what I wanted, turned and went out. As I go out the door I heard a voice say, clear as day "Turn the light out please." Fucking Shit my pants. I swear there was no-one else in there except me. And no, I hadn't been drinking or smoking anything.

Another time I was in the bathroom, having an Ertha Kitt and the towel ring starts to swing by itself and hit the wall. (No windows were open and no draughts.)

Taps used to turn themselves on and lock on in the night. We called a plumber once who turned up and simply turned them off with his fingers. He thought we were taking the piss. Why would we? We had to pay for his callout.

Another one: We all went out for the evening and returned to an empty house. We went into the living room and in the middle of the room was a motorbike wheel. One of our mates had been fixing his bike out back. And left his bike in pieces. Somehow his wheel had found its way through the kitchen, down a corridor and into the room by itself.

Like I said, Johnny Vegas now owns the house. He's welcome to it. The fat fuck.
 
jackpup said:
Yep but it was him as grown man not as a child. The other thing he said was that the house was as if it was set in the late 40s not like it was present day.
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Not indifferent to large parts of Weston then really?! :D

Glad everyone enjoyed the thread btw!
 
7 months ago we had a daughter. Both the wife and I have black hair, but to my surprise she was a red head. I mean flame red. It has since disappeared and she's got a thatch of brown hair for anyone that thinks the story ends here.

According to the wife and her mum, the wife's Nana Vera had flame red hair, and it must have been a throwback.

Anyway, on the first night the wife put her to sleep in her cot, I was sitting downstairs. I heard thump, thump, thump from upstairs and thought the wife needed me for something as she ocassionally banged the floor with her foot if she needed me to come upstairs.

So I went to the bottom of the stairs and called up, do you want me? The wife appeared at the top of the stairs as white as a sheet asking did I hear that thumping? I said yes I thought it was you, she said she had shut the window and pulled the curtains closed in the kid's bedroom and heard an almighty thumping on the window as soon as she did that. So loud that her first instinct, bizarrely, was that someone had got their hand trapped in the window and was hanging outside. She was too scared at that moment to open the curtains. She described it as three heavy thumps on the window directly behind her as she turned round.

Now, apparently her Nana's favourite song was 'knock three times' and always had a dance at the trade and labour social club on a Sat night (this was a Sat night). So the wife is now conviced that our daughter is a reincarnation of her Nana, or her Nana is watching over her closely and was miffed at having the curtains shut on her.

I know. Terrifying eh.
 
sam0712 said:
7 months ago we had a daughter. Both the wife and I have black hair, but to my surprise she was a red head. I mean flame red. It has since disappeared and she's got a thatch of brown hair for anyone that thinks the story ends here.

According to the wife and her mum, the wife's Nana Vera had flame red hair, and it must have been a throwback.

Anyway, on the first night the wife put her to sleep in her cot, I was sitting downstairs. I heard thump, thump, thump from upstairs and thought the wife needed me for something as she ocassionally banged the floor with her foot if she needed me to come upstairs.

So I went to the bottom of the stairs and called up, do you want me? The wife appeared at the top of the stairs as white as a sheet asking did I hear that thumping? I said yes I thought it was you, she said she had shut the window and pulled the curtains closed in the kid's bedroom and heard an almighty thumping on the window as soon as she did that. So loud that her first instinct, bizarrely, was that someone had got their hand trapped in the window and was hanging outside. She was too scared at that moment to open the curtains. She described it as three heavy thumps on the window directly behind her as she turned round.

Now, apparently her Nana's favourite song was 'knock three times' and always had a dance at the trade and labour social club on a Sat night (this was a Sat night). So the wife is now conviced that our daughter is a reincarnation of her Nana, or her Nana is watching over her closely and was miffed at having the curtains shut on her.

I know. Terrifying eh.
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Does Chev live near you?
 
Probably a bit of a shit one compared to the rest, but anyway...

was proper giddy about going glastonbury a few years back and a mate lent a video of the previous years high lights.

Half way through Joe Whiley and John peel were chatting about how it had changed etc, then the conversation got really freaky...

JW: So you''ll be back again next year john?
JP: No Joe this will be my last
JW: Had enough of the mud?
JP: I won't be around this time next year...
JW: err anyway....

He died of a heart attack on Holiday 6 months after the interview.

was really freaked out by that.
 
Some of these stories are well freaky!! .....proper sent shivers through me reading some of them....
 
jackpup said:
About 10yrs ago a good mate of mine was telling me that he had started having fairly regular dreams about being in a house and when he told me he could always describe it to me in fairly good detail. About three years ago I met up with him in Weston super Mare (he'd move there) and we were having dinner and I asked him about the dreams he used to have and did he still have them.
He told me, that one day one day he was on business near WSM and he saw the house and it shook him to his core, and had still been dreaming of it every now and then. Anyway he had the courage to knock on the door which was answered by a woman. He asked her if she was the owner not really knowing what to say, and she just replied, you have haunted this house for over 10 years. My mate said he thought he was going to pass out it he couldnt get his head round it.
Now here's the interesting bit. My mate was adopted when he was 2 yrs old.
To cut a long story short he had been born in the house in his dreams. His dad had been killed in the war and his mum fell to pieces. His Auntie moved in to the house to look after his mum and the pair of them died with weeks of each other about ten years ago.
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Heard this one years ago.

I think it was even on Strange but True in 94
 
Not my experience but when my Brother was about 3 or 4 he was singing a song and my Mum asked him what it was. He said he used to sing it to his girl when he was in the Army.
 
I used to work for a removal firm a few years back and whilst emptying an old house I stumbled upon a video tape. It said on a sticker on the front "Do not watch - something awful will happen if you do" I threw it to the back of my van but couldn't stop thinking about it. I convinced myself that I was being stupid as it was just a tape, I'd seen horror movies, what the hell could happen? Eventually curiosity got the better of me so I rooted out the tape and put it in my recorder.

Turns out it was a gay porno. :o :(
 
will tell you a story from MY childhood ..it isnt a hoax and is my exact recollection of what happened..I couldnt care less if you beleive me or not ..it is what happened.

I was born and grew up in a typical terraced street...we lived at the end of the terraced and backed onto the common..opposite was a house occupied by a family of 1 mother, 3 girls and 1 boy..there were plenty of other children who all played out toghether in the street and on the common ...the three girls were called paula, jane and anne..the boy was called michael ( names changed for obviuos reasons)

we lived there from when I was born until I was 8..so we had many summers of playing outside..the girls we typical girls playing with their dollies and cursing the boys in the street for being too rough...michael was a sickly child and never played out ..when it was winter we played in each others houses..hide and seek, etc...I rememebr the kids had the attic as a play room and we spent many cold wet afternoons playing .. I liked michael as we would chastise his sisters and his mam ( his dad had died )....as kids and especially ones growing up in the early 70s ..we never took any notice of fashion ... I liked slade/t rex ... and I would take my records around to their house and we would all listen...then spring would come and we spend all day outside..michael would look on from the window as he was always sickly...his sisters would mock him for being naughty and upsetting thier mum..

anyway when I was 8 we moved away.. and lost touch with all the kids...moved on and made new friends...

11 yrs later when I was 19.. I had been out on the beer and was awaiting a taxi to go home...in the que was a face I recognised..it was paula and a few friends...she had grown up and as we caught up..and being a randy lad ..I admit I tried it on with her..but to no avail..however, we did agree to meet up and catch up..so off we went our seperate ways..with a promise to meet up mid week...
so up comes wednesday and I put on my best pulling clothes and a fair spalsh of Kuros and waddle off to meet paula at a quiet country pub...

she arrived about 30mins after me and didnt look as good as she did the prevoius friday ( beer goggles)..but hey ho she was good company .. she told me she and her her sisters were all at college and since I had moved away the family had moved 3 times themsleves...we caught up and filled in the 11yr gaps..after a while when she felt more comfortable ..and she had had a few more drinks she began to tell me about her mam... unfortunatly she wasnt well, I always knew she had nervous issues , my mam was always comforting her and she cried alot ...she was obviuosley very sad a losing her husband and 4 kids to bring up, and as I said Michael was a little rascal forever jumping out , breaking things, playing jokes, typical lad etc.....but in the 11 yrs she had gone down hill and was in hostpital a lot.


I said I was sorry as she had always been kind to me ... I aksed her what Michael was up to ..and she began to cry herself..last thing I needed..I was about to make my excuses and say I had work in the morning ..but I can still see her face now ..she turned to me and said something I still have trouble beleiving and makes me shiver...Michael was dead.. and he had always been dead... He died before the girls were born ...suddenly everything was swirling and I began to remember things from when we were kids...

never leaving the house
always having the same clothes
his mum being a nervous wreck as he played jokes and we all laughed

but it was soo real, we all saw him ,me , his sisters, the other kids in the street...

its wierd , I can still see us all sat in their house playing records and dancing to telegram sam...

and I felt such sorrow for their mum.. she was driven almost mad ..all she could work out was her own daughter and the kids on the street could see things she couldnt and she was going bonkers..

I calmed paula down and we shared a taxi , I dropped her off and never saw her again..

I aint asking you to beleive in ghosts ..I am just tlling you about some events that happened in my life and I cant work it out .. I have kids myself now and know that they can be very imaginative...but it wasnt just me ..we all experienced this over several yrs

good luck!!
 
Old Goat said:
will tell you a story from MY childhood ..it isnt a hoax and is my exact recollection of what happened..I couldnt care less if you beleive me or not ..it is what happened.

I was born and grew up in a typical terraced street...we lived at the end of the terraced and backed onto the common..opposite was a house occupied by a family of 1 mother, 3 girls and 1 boy..there were plenty of other children who all played out toghether in the street and on the common ...the three girls were called paula, jane and anne..the boy was called michael ( names changed for obviuos reasons)

we lived there from when I was born until I was 8..so we had many summers of playing outside..the girls we typical girls playing with their dollies and cursing the boys in the street for being too rough...michael was a sickly child and never played out ..when it was winter we played in each others houses..hide and seek, etc...I rememebr the kids had the attic as a play room and we spent many cold wet afternoons playing .. I liked michael as we would chastise his sisters and his mam ( his dad had died )....as kids and especially ones growing up in the early 70s ..we never took any notice of fashion ... I liked slade/t rex ... and I would take my records around to their house and we would all listen...then spring would come and we spend all day outside..michael would look on from the window as he was always sickly...his sisters would mock him for being naughty and upsetting thier mum..

anyway when I was 8 we moved away.. and lost touch with all the kids...moved on and made new friends...

11 yrs later when I was 19.. I had been out on the beer and was awaiting a taxi to go home...in the que was a face I recognised..it was paula and a few friends...she had grown up and as we caught up..and being a randy lad ..I admit I tried it on with her..but to no avail..however, we did agree to meet up and catch up..so off we went our seperate ways..with a promise to meet up mid week...
so up comes wednesday and I put on my best pulling clothes and a fair spalsh of Kuros and waddle off to meet paula at a quiet country pub...

she arrived about 30mins after me and didnt look as good as she did the prevoius friday ( beer goggles)..but hey ho she was good company .. she told me she and her her sisters were all at college and since I had moved away the family had moved 3 times themsleves...we caught up and filled in the 11yr gaps..after a while when she felt more comfortable ..and she had had a few more drinks she began to tell me about her mam... unfortunatly she wasnt well, I always knew she had nervous issues , my mam was always comforting her and she cried alot ...she was obviuosley very sad a losing her husband and 4 kids to bring up, and as I said Michael was a little rascal forever jumping out , breaking things, playing jokes, typical lad etc.....but in the 11 yrs she had gone down hill and was in hostpital a lot.


I said I was sorry as she had always been kind to me ... I aksed her what Michael was up to ..and she began to cry herself..last thing I needed..I was about to make my excuses and say I had work in the morning ..but I can still see her face now ..she turned to me and said something I still have trouble beleiving and makes me shiver...Michael was dead.. and he had always been dead... He died before the girls were born ...suddenly everything was swirling and I began to remember things from when we were kids...

never leaving the house
always having the same clothes
his mum being a nervous wreck as he played jokes and we all laughed

but it was soo real, we all saw him ,me , his sisters, the other kids in the street...

its wierd , I can still see us all sat in their house playing records and dancing to telegram sam...

and I felt such sorrow for their mum.. she was driven almost mad ..all she could work out was her own daughter and the kids on the street could see things she couldnt and she was going bonkers..

I calmed paula down and we shared a taxi , I dropped her off and never saw her again..

I aint asking you to beleive in ghosts ..I am just tlling you about some events that happened in my life and I cant work it out .. I have kids myself now and know that they can be very imaginative...but it wasnt just me ..we all experienced this over several yrs

good luck!!
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De Ja Vu :eek:
 
indeed...but there is always someone who wnats a spooky story ...
 
Good story that.

Where did you find it?
 
monkeytzu said:
what??!! is this true?
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absolutely.

karen was in 2 minds as to go to this address, but as she said, what would she say?
"excuse me, i think i might have your dead child?"
 
I remember pulling this girl years ago who was a mate of a female of mine. Anyway, we went back to my mate’s house as she had a free house for the night. Me and the girl I pulled were upstairs in a spare bedroom laying on the bed having a laugh and a chat with the lights off and it went quiet for a second. Then this Barbie doll voice (or something like that) starting talking in the corner of the room like it was on top of the wardrobe. Can’t remember exactly what it said but it was something like “Hey guys, let’s go!” and then some other random shit. Me and this girl both thought WTF but assumed it was an alarm clock or doll that had malfunctioned.

Anyway, woke up the next day and there was nothing on top of the wardrobe, and nothing inside other than 2 shirts. Mentioned it to my mate whose house it was a few weeks later and she said it’s her older sisters’ room and that it’s been empty for years.
 
Old Goat said:
will tell you a story from MY childhood ..it isnt a hoax and is my exact recollection of what happened..I couldnt care less if you beleive me or not ..it is what happened.

I was born and grew up in a typical terraced street...we lived at the end of the terraced and backed onto the common..opposite was a house occupied by a family of 1 mother, 3 girls and 1 boy..there were plenty of other children who all played out toghether in the street and on the common ...the three girls were called paula, jane and anne..the boy was called michael ( names changed for obviuos reasons)



we lived there from when I was born until I was 8..so we had many summers of playing outside..the girls we typical girls playing with their dollies and cursing the boys in the street for being too rough...michael was a sickly child and never played out ..when it was winter we played in each others houses..hide and seek, etc...I rememebr the kids had the attic as a play room and we spent many cold wet afternoons playing .. I liked michael as we would chastise his sisters and his mam ( his dad had died )....as kids and especially ones growing up in the early 70s ..we never took any notice of fashion ... I liked slade/t rex ... and I would take my records around to their house and we would all listen...then spring would come and we spend all day outside..michael would look on from the window as he was always sickly...his sisters would mock him for being naughty and upsetting thier mum..

anyway when I was 8 we moved away.. and lost touch with all the kids...moved on and made new friends...

11 yrs later when I was 19.. I had been out on the beer and was awaiting a taxi to go home...in the que was a face I recognised..it was paula and a few friends...she had grown up and as we caught up..and being a randy lad ..I admit I tried it on with her..but to no avail..however, we did agree to meet up and catch up..so off we went our seperate ways..with a promise to meet up mid week...
so up comes wednesday and I put on my best pulling clothes and a fair spalsh of Kuros and waddle off to meet paula at a quiet country pub...

she arrived about 30mins after me and didnt look as good as she did the prevoius friday ( beer goggles)..but hey ho she was good company .. she told me she and her her sisters were all at college and since I had moved away the family had moved 3 times themsleves...we caught up and filled in the 11yr gaps..after a while when she felt more comfortable ..and she had had a few more drinks she began to tell me about her mam... unfortunatly she wasnt well, I always knew she had nervous issues , my mam was always comforting her and she cried alot ...she was obviuosley very sad a losing her husband and 4 kids to bring up, and as I said Michael was a little rascal forever jumping out , breaking things, playing jokes, typical lad etc.....but in the 11 yrs she had gone down hill and was in hostpital a lot.


I said I was sorry as she had always been kind to me ... I aksed her what Michael was up to ..and she began to cry herself..last thing I needed..I was about to make my excuses and say I had work in the morning ..but I can still see her face now ..she turned to me and said something I still have trouble beleiving and makes me shiver...Michael was dead.. and he had always been dead... He died before the girls were born ...suddenly everything was swirling and I began to remember things from when we were kids...

never leaving the house
always having the same clothes
his mum being a nervous wreck as he played jokes and we all laughed

but it was soo real, we all saw him ,me , his sisters, the other kids in the street...

its wierd , I can still see us all sat in their house playing records and dancing to telegram sam...

and I felt such sorrow for their mum.. she was driven almost mad ..all she could work out was her own daughter and the kids on the street could see things she couldnt and she was going bonkers..

I calmed paula down and we shared a taxi , I dropped her off and never saw her again..

I aint asking you to beleive in ghosts ..I am just tlling you about some events that happened in my life and I cant work it out .. I have kids myself now and know that they can be very imaginative...but it wasnt just me ..we all experienced this over several yrs

good luck!!
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Haha, oh shit, I can't stop laughing, I'm going to read it again.
 
Redtreble said:
A member of my family who is as straight-laced as they come, and not the kind of man to make up stories (he doesn't have that much imagination) told another family member this story.

His first wife had been diagnosed with Cancer. She had to go into hospital for what should have been a routine operation. Anyway, he was driving round the M60 to get to hospital so he could be there when she woke up. As he was driving, his wife appeared in the passenger seat of the car and stayed with him all the way to hospital.

He was greeted by his father who told him there'd been complications and his wife had died on the operating table. He just turned round to his father and said he knew she'd gone.

Now obviously I can't explain what happened, but can say with certainty that knowing who it came from, if he says it happened, it happened.
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that is some spooky shit, almost made me cry, cancer is quite a relevant thing in my life at the mo (not me btw).

also so very spooky shit on here, giving me the chills - its fucking cold enough with out this!!
 
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fuck....reading these stories yesterday at midnight by myself downstairs did no favours to me during the night....couldn't sleep at all.
 
was in york with my family last year, spent the day walking round the town, then went to starbucks for a coffee. The starbucks was in a really big old bank building, my lad who was 2 at the time is really happy and always laughing. Anyway he started looking up at the ceiling then got all clingy and starting screaming, totally out of character, he wouldn't let go of me and wouldn't sit down. He kept saying he wanted to go, so we left our drinks and went out. Fot the rest of the day he kept crying and saying his legs were sore and he couldn;t walk. I had to carry him all round York, I am convinced something spooked him in there, the next day he was totally fine:confused: not as good as some on here, but the best i can tell
 
Morden said:
I remember pulling this girl years ago who was a mate of a female of mine. Anyway, we went back to my mate’s house as she had a free house for the night. Me and the girl I pulled were upstairs in a spare bedroom laying on the bed having a laugh and a chat with the lights off and it went quiet for a second. Then this Barbie doll voice (or something like that) starting talking in the corner of the room like it was on top of the wardrobe. Can’t remember exactly what it said but it was something like “Hey guys, let’s go!”and then some other random shit. Me and this girl both thought WTF but assumed it was an alarm clock or doll that had malfunctioned.

Anyway, woke up the next day and there was nothing on top of the wardrobe, and nothing inside other than 2 shirts. Mentioned it to my mate whose house it was a few weeks later and she said it’s her older sisters’ room and that it’s been empty for years.
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Did you also hear the sound of night-vision goggles firing up, or the whirring of a camcorder?
 
Big Ron's PR Agent said:
Did you also hear the sound of night-vision goggles firing up, or the whirring of a camcorder?
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just bought my son a set of these for £10 from sainsbury's for Xmas, he's 8 by the way and asked for them:eek:
 
NW3427 said:
that is some spooky shit, almost made me cry, cancer is quite a relevant thing in my life at the mo (not me btw).

also so very spooky shit on here, giving me the chills - its fucking cold enough with out this!!
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Sorry to hear that NW.

The story has never been recounted to me directly, in fact I've never even heard the guy in question even talk about his first wife. I don't think he's ever quite got over her death (if you ever can get over something like that). But if the time is right over Christmas, I might just ask him because for years I've been intrigued to know more about this event.
 
Redtreble said:
Sorry to hear that NW.

The story has never been recounted to me directly, in fact I've never even heard the guy in question even talk about his first wife. I don't think he's ever quite got over her death (if you ever can get over something like that). But if the time is right over Christmas, I might just ask him because for years I've been intrigued to know more about this event.
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christmas not always the easiest time for people who have lost people though...
 
got a couple myself.

when I was about 12 me, my brother and my best mate (still is) where playing football on the field near our house it was dark and in winter. At the bottom of the field is an old Forest. Anyway the whole Forest light up and what looked like an army of white figures where marching towards us. We shit it and ran like fuck. I still remember this like it was yesterday but my brother and mate dont, weird.

Another was when i was 14. It was summer and I was set lying on a field with my then girlfriend. We use to sit and make pictures out of the clouds. this one cloud was different it looked so real. It was like you imagine an old medievil village to look like near the sea. Old wooden buldings and small ships on the sea. Anyway the cloud started to move like we was watching a movie. The weather changed (on the cloud) from being a nice day to dark clouds. the sea turned violent and flooded the village. It just looked so real as if we was watching this from afar.

I still see the girl from time to time must asked her if she remembers it.
 
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Since I moved onto my basement flat about a year ago with my girlfriend, we've both woken up to strange occurances that have happened in the night whilst both of us have been in bed.

The back door wide open,
mouthwash has been poured all over the floor in the bathroom
wee up the wall in the hallway
and most recently my socks found in the kitchen bin

It's strange as only seems to happen on nights when I've been out with my friends?
 
Smellmycheese said:
Since I moved onto my basement flat about a year ago with my girlfriend, we've both woken up to strange occurances that have happened in the night whilst both of us have been in bed.

The back door wide open,
mouthwash has been poured all over the floor in the bathroom
wee up the wall in the hallway
and most recently my socks found in the kitchen bin

It's strange as only seems to happen on nights when I've been out with my friends?
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Count yourself lucky, the ghost in my flat pisses all over my legs and bed while i'm asleep.
 
and Solskjaer has won it said:
I was round a mates house a few years back. (Which believe it or not Johnny Vegas actually eventually bought off her.) Anyway loads of strange shit happened in that house. It's a massive old Victorian house in St Helens, several rooms and bedrooms.

Anyway. One night I'd gone into one of the rooms by myself to get something. There was nothing in there except an old piano and some boxes with junk in them. I got what I wanted, turned and went out. As I go out the door I heard a voice say, clear as day "Turn the light out please." Fucking Shit my pants. I swear there was no-one else in there except me. And no, I hadn't been drinking or smoking anything.

Another time I was in the bathroom, having an Ertha Kitt and the towel ring starts to swing by itself and hit the wall. (No windows were open and no draughts.)

Taps used to turn themselves on and lock on in the night. We called a plumber once who turned up and simply turned them off with his fingers. He thought we were taking the piss. Why would we? We had to pay for his callout.

Another one: We all went out for the evening and returned to an empty house. We went into the living room and in the middle of the room was a motorbike wheel. One of our mates had been fixing his bike out back. And left his bike in pieces. Somehow his wheel had found its way through the kitchen, down a corridor and into the room by itself.

Like I said, Johnny Vegas now owns the house. He's welcome to it. The fat fuck.
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Iirc, Johnny Vegas was on Frank Skinner's show a few years back, and recalled a few instances where he'd come into contact with ghosts.



Not sure if it's the same building, mind.
 
markkel said:
Iirc, Johnny Vegas was on Frank Skinner's show a few years back, and recalled a few instances where he'd come into contact with ghosts.



Not sure if it's the same building, mind.
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Possibly is. My mate said that the incidents started when she started to redcorate when she first moved in. Things would go missing, words written on walls etc. We drove past not so long after he moved in and it was obvious he was redecorating. It'd be interesting to see if any of his experiences were similar to ours.
 
think ive just done a poo :(
 
brilliant thread this, some absolute corking yarns, some that do have an element of terror, some blatant idiotic examples (and I use my own in that category)...

and just to finish the story off, I went outside to see if Nana Vera was hanging from the upstairs window and of course she wasn't, and there was no-one in the street, no door-to-door people etc.

I did have a few weeks worth of fun by thumping the walls in our house three times to shit the mrs up on a few occasions.
 
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