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

and Solskjaer has won it

sam0712 said:
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.

I bet you didn't look out of the window in question straight away though did you?

I don't blame you. That curtain would have been sewn shut.

godtona

Dr Octopus said:
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.

Mate, thats not spooky, that just makes me think you need professional help

westy

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 It was like something from a horror film...

He was later caught and charged with sexual assault and admitted to being the person hanging round our house

i know you were 14, but couldnt help but knock one out over that scene.

sorry sar.

sam0712

godtona said:
Mate, thats not spooky, that just makes me think you need professional help

Haha, I was wondering if it was a field of mushrooms he was lying in.

jellyfish2007

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 It was like something from a horror film...
He was later caught and charged with sexual assault and admitted to being the person hanging round our house

you mean from the Only Fools and Horses episode when Dell, Rodney and Grandard go to a cottage for some fishing and this crazed psycho has escaped from the loony house

when did Westy get released then

jellyfish2007

Dr Octopus said:
got a couple myself.

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.

I was interested up to that point, then you got all gayish and started spouting out bullshit about clouds

did you fuckin shag the girlfriend or not ?

westy

jellyfish2007 said:
you mean from the Only Fools and Horses episode when Dell, Rodney and Grandard go to a cottage for some fishing and this crazed psycho has escaped from the loony house

when did Westy get released then

brilliant episode that

parkjisung

camberwick said:
What, you speak Iraqi or she speaks English?

She speaks English.

Dr Octopus

jellyfish2007 said:
I was interested up to that point, then you got all gayish and started spouting out bullshit about clouds

did you fuckin shag the girlfriend or not ?

brilliant almost choked on my sandwich then. not on that day but eventually

Hand_In_Glove

I just asked my Nan if I ever said/done anything strange as a kid. I used to talk to someone apparantly. Sit there playing, laughing and walking over to an empty area, say something then go back to what I was doing. My Nan thinks it was her Dad looking over me.

Revolter

Hand_In_Glove said:
I just asked my Nan if I ever said/done anything strange as a kid. I used to talk to someone apparantly. Sit there playing, laughing and walking over to an empty area, say something then go back to what I was doing. My Nan thinks it was her Dad looking over me.

Apparently when I was a kid, I used to talk to someone called 'Back a dot' :confused:

RedStapler

My grandmother passed away this summer at the impressive age of 98 and she'd had this plant for many years which she insisted on having one side always face the sun. So, pretty white flowers would grow on that one side and on the other side it'd just be plain old leaves. Anyway, after she passed on I took the plant back to my place but turned it around, the other side facing the sun so it'd grow some flowers on that side too. One night a few weeks after I wake up in the middle of the night thinking I'd heard a sound. Realized it was nothing and went back to sleep. Next time I'm about to water the plant I realize it's turned back again, the "nice" side facing the sun again. My girlfriend is adamant she hasn't changed, but obviously either she's done it to scare the crap out of me or I've done it myself unconsciously at some point. But it still creeps me out no end and I haven't dared change it again.

bigredneville

loonofmufc said:
Went to Bimingham for my nans 60th birthday party as a kid. On way back home in car I started to feel ill, blinding headache, clammy, nausea etc. For some reason I said "Nan is dead" meaning my other nan but was shot down by parents for being in bad taste.

When we got home there was a police car waiting for us to tell my dad that his mum had died in the night. Time of death was within 5 minutes of my announcement

I was driving back from Uni one day and out of the blue just happened to start thinking about my Uncle Dave, who i'd not seen for quite sometime.
Got home and my mum told me he'd died.

Redtreble

bigredneville said:
I was driving back from Uni one day and out of the blue just happened to start thinking about my Uncle Dave, who i'd not seen for quite sometime.
Got home and my mum told me he'd died.

Never mind your uncle, when was the last time you thought about Piers Morgan you naughty boy?

simpatico

Hand_In_Glove said:
I just asked my Nan if I ever said/done anything strange as a kid. I used to talk to someone apparantly. Sit there playing, laughing and walking over to an empty area, say something then go back to what I was doing. My Nan thinks it was her Dad looking over me.

Or it means you were a bit of a thicky.

Redtreble

Revolter said:
Apparently when I was a kid, I used to talk to someone called 'Back a dot'

Well you've made progress since you were a child; you've gone from imaginary friends to internet friends! Ten or fifteen years from now, you may actually be ready for a real friend, who knows?!

MU-MUF-MUFC-OK

macrae said:
a girl (karen) i know was driving through salford with her 2 kids, when they stopped at a pelican crossing, the woman who was using the crossing had 2 kids with her.
karens youngest who was 4, said 'theres me other mam with john and billy'
when questioned he said he used to live at an address in salford with them, before he had an accident and came to live with karens familly.

shit just understood it there. That is seriously fucked up

idloveit · Dec 12, 2008

In 2005, i went on a cruise around the med during the summer. It was about 2am in the morning and we were all out at sea and i was having a drink on top deck.

We were there for about twenty minutes watching the sea past by in the pitch black when suddenly my wine glass just snapped in half.

It was a clean cut and only broke into two pieces. Shit me up for the rest of the holiday!

To this day i still can't explain it. Im just glad there was two others to witness it!!

sunnydelight

Cracking thread so far....

I dont know where to begin with my experience. It's quite long winded but I'll try to keep it short.

Back in the late summer 95 I took the huge step of leaving home with my girlfriend and move to Leicester (I was studying there at that time). Not a big deal you guys may well say but coming from a Indian family who were quite old school in thinking, it was the equivalent of commiting mass murder and tarnishing the family name.

Not long after leaving the novelty wore off, she was trying to live a life beyond our means, and we began to argue like cats and dags. On many a occasion I threatened to leave her hence leave her on her Jack Jones. This wound her up no end as like me she had left home too with her family being as old school as mine. We would soon kiss and make up up after every argument but I knew, aswell as she did, that it was only a matter of time before we went our separate ways. At that time she was doing a bit of modelling, sorry I dont have any links, and offers of work in London were always coming in. I was happy for her to go do a bit of work as it at least gave me some time to myself and sanity. I never got involved in her workside of life and stopped asking as she was always reluctant to tell me anything.

One late evening we had one of our now routine barneys and it ended with her asking me to drive her down to London there and then. She was due to go down in the morning anyway for some work but I was more than happy to take her down that evening as I wanted some peace and quite. The jouney was a quite one with neither one of us saying a word and the only sound coming was from the radio. We were approaching Milton Keynes on the M1 when out of the blue she lunged at the steering wheel and tried to steer the car of the road. I managed to fend her off and straighten the car but again she tried and kept on trying to lunge at the wheel. I eventually pulled over on to the hard shoulder and asked her WTF is going on in her head. She simply said that she dont want to go to London and wants to go back with me. If I did not take her back with me both of us will not make it to London :eek:

This spooked me a bit as it was her speaking but it was in a much deeper voice than I had ever heard her speak. I weighed up the pro's and con's of what she was saying and had been doing and decided that it was best to turn back. We got off at the MK junction and and turned the car around to make our journey back.

Things were quite again in the car on the start of our journey back when all of a sudden she does a 90 degree turn on her seat and is facing me staring at my face. She then goes on to tell me in her new found deep voice that she is going, but it is not her who is saying it if you see what I mean. That voice, or whoever was speaking to me, was telling me she (my girlfriend) was leaving to go to America on a certain date. I was given the flight number, agents number, date, contacts, etc.. As you can imagine I was well and truly spooked. This dep voice of hers continued telling me things that my GF was planning until we were interrupted by the sounds of Police sirens. They flew by us aswell as an ambulance. I was startled by this when this voice describes to me in perfect detail what has happened ahead. It told me an accident had taken place, the make of car and colour and that the woman has died in the crash. There was no way of her knowing this or seeing what had happened ahead as all this was done with her facing me and her staring directly at me. This voice continued telling me things, it's 13 years since it happened hence cannot remember what I was being told, until i got to close to junction 20 on the M1. There before us was the accident that had been described to me, she did not even look in that direction, and simply said to me "see I told you, I was not lying"....

Things went quite again and as soon as we left the M1 at junction 21 she turned around and faced the windscreen again. By the time we got home she was back to her self again and could not remember what had happened or why she was in the car. Once home she went up to bed and was out for the count in no time. Naturally I did'nt go to sleep that night.....

The following day i asked her in the evening, she did'nt go down for her modelling job then, if she can remember what she had said to me. She could not remember anything. When I repeated a few things that had been told to me by that deep voice of hers she was genuinely shocked. Her face went pale at first then filled with rage as to why I had been going through her things and diary. She was having none of it that I had been told by herself...

About a week later we had another barney in the kitchen which ended up with me restraining her as she began throwing things at me. Now there is no flippin way she can over power me, trust me on that lads, but she did and forced me backwards into our room. We shared the downstairs room in a student house. Once in the room I was shoved on to the bed and was pinned down. That voice of hers started up again asking me why I had told her that I knew about her plans about going away etc..... This went on for a bit until one of my house mates retuned from uni. Only then, in a flash, she went back to normal.

This whole freeky episode went on for a a few weeks then all of a sudden stopped. I could go on and on about the things that happened and were said but dont want to bore you all. Just to finish off I was told a few years later, by a mutual friend, that she had gone to one of these black witch doctors that exist in the Indian community and had tried to get some black magic (it's called JADU in punjabi) done on me for me not to leave her. I did eventually......!

Big Ron's PR Agent

idloveit said:
In 2005, i went on a cruise around the med during the summer. It was about 2am in the morning and we were all out at sea and i was having a drink on top deck.

We were there for about twenty minutes watching the sea past by in the pitch black when suddenly my wine glass just snapped in half.

It was a clean cut and only broke into two pieces. Shit me up for the rest of the holiday!

To this day i still can't explain it. Im just glad there was two others to witness it!!

Was one of them Uri Geller?

RedDevilMikee

14 fucking pages and not one of you miserable bastards has repped me....

SunnyDelight - that was fucking scary! Had an ex of mine go off on one and start talking about totally strange things, and in a different voice a few years back. She couldn't remember doing it either.

Freaked me out for a long while.

Cantona's Collar

sunnydelight said:
Cracking thread so far....

I dont know where to begin with my experience. It's quite long winded but I'll try to keep it short.

Back in the late summer 95 I took the huge step of leaving home with my girlfriend and move to Leicester (I was studying there at that time). Not a big deal you guys may well say but coming from a Indian family who were quite old school in thinking, it was the equivalent of commiting mass murder and tarnishing the family name.

Not long after leaving the novelty wore off, she was trying to live a life beyond our means, and we began to argue like cats and dags. On many a occasion I threatened to leave her hence leave her on her Jack Jones. This wound her up no end as like me she had left home too with her family being as old school as mine. We would soon kiss and make up up after every argument but I knew, aswell as she did, that it was only a matter of time before we went our separate ways. At that time she was doing a bit of modelling, sorry I dont have any links, and offers of work in London were always coming in. I was happy for her to go do a bit of work as it at least gave me some time to myself and sanity. I never got involved in her workside of life and stopped asking as she was always reluctant to tell me anything.

One late evening we had one of our now routine barneys and it ended with her asking me to drive her down to London there and then. She was due to go down in the morning anyway for some work but I was more than happy to take her down that evening as I wanted some peace and quite. The jouney was a quite one with neither one of us saying a word and the only sound coming was from the radio. We were approaching Milton Keynes on the M1 when out of the blue she lunged at the steering wheel and tried to steer the car of the road. I managed to fend her off and straighten the car but again she tried and kept on trying to lunge at the wheel. I eventually pulled over on to the hard shoulder and asked her WTF is going on in her head. She simply said that she dont want to go to London and wants to go back with me. If I did not take her back with me both of us will not make it to London This spooked me a bit as it was her speaking but it was in a much deeper voice than I had ever heard her speak. I weighed up the pro's and con's of what she was saying and had been doing and decided that it was best to turn back. We got off at the MK junction and and turned the car around to make our journey back.

Things were quite again in the car on the start of our journey back when all of a sudden she does a 90 degree turn on her seat and is facing me staring at my face. She then goes on to tell me in her new found deep voice that she is going, but it is not her who is saying it if you see what I mean. That voice, or whoever was speaking to me, was telling me she (my girlfriend) was leaving to go to America on a certain date. I was given the flight number, agents number, date, contacts, etc.. As you can imagine I was well and truly spooked. This dep voice of hers continued telling me things that my GF was planning until we were interrupted by the sounds of Police sirens. They flew by us aswell as an ambulance. I was startled by this when this voice describes to me in perfect detail what has happened ahead. It told me an accident had taken place, the make of car and colour and that the woman has died in the crash. There was no way of her knowing this or seeing what had happened ahead as all this was done with her facing me and her staring directly at me. This voice continued telling me things, it's 13 years since it happened hence cannot remember what I was being told, until i got to close to junction 20 on the M1. There before us was the accident that had been described to me, she did not even look in that direction, and simply said to me "see I told you, I was not lying"....

Things went quite again and as soon as we left the M1 at junction 21 she turned around and faced the windscreen again. By the time we got home she was back to her self again and could not remember what had happened or why she was in the car. Once home she went up to bed and was out for the count in no time. Naturally I did'nt go to sleep that night.....

The following day i asked her in the evening, she did'nt go down for her modelling job then, if she can remember what she had said to me. She could not remember anything. When I repeated a few things that had been told to me by that deep voice of hers she was genuinely shocked. Her face went pale at first then filled with rage as to why I had been going through her things and diary. She was having none of it that I had been told by herself...

About a week later we had another barney in the kitchen which ended up with me restraining her as she began throwing things at me. Now there is no flippin way she can over power me, trust me on that lads, but she did and forced me backwards into our room. We shared the downstairs room in a student house. Once in the room I was shoved on to the bed and was pinned down. That voice of hers started up again asking me why I had told her that I knew about her plans about going away etc..... This went on for a bit until one of my house mates retuned from uni. Only then, in a flash, she went back to normal.

This whole freeky episode went on for a a few weeks then all of a sudden stopped. I could go on and on about the things that happened and were said but dont want to bore you all. Just to finish off I was told a few years later, by a mutual friend, that she had gone to one of these black witch doctors that exist in the Indian community and had tried to get some black magic (it's called JADU in punjabi) done on me for me not to leave her. I did eventually......!

A little pooh nugget has just left my sphincter :eek:

Tedious 'Nonce' Cunt

BouncyCheetah said:
It's not his "ghost". It's simply his astral body. Each and every person can leave their body and travel where and, indeed whenever, they want.

You can even skip across the Universe and back and forward in time.

A lot of ghost sighting are simply people seeing others in their astral form.

It's quite common for people who have lived in a house for a long time to go back and "haunt" their former residence because they leave their body unawares and travel back to what they remember is their house.

Something that 99.99999999 recurring percent of humans fail to grasp is that they are not solely a 3 dimensional being. Each and every object in existence exists on all 10/11 planes of being.

Human brains are the product and the receptors of at least ten dimensions worth of information. Once you understand that simple truth, everything in the entire Universe becomes crystal clear.

This is very intresting, and I do seem to dream what is going to happen the following day/week/month.

I can never seem to remember what it was when I wake up, but then the instance will occur, and i'll get a feeling of immense Deja Vous, only little things like a phrase someone says whilst being in a certain place or looking in certain direction. :eek:

bigredneville

RedDevilMikee said:
14 fucking pages and not one of you miserable bastards has repped me....

SunnyDelight - that was fucking scary! Had an ex of mine go off on one and start talking about totally strange things, and in a different voice a few years back. She couldn't remember doing it either.

Freaked me out for a long while.

Rep Whore.

I need to spread a bit before i rep you again apparently... Not that i was going to.

BBB

Cantona's Collar said:
A little pooh nugget has just left my sphincter

whs, that's just spine chilling

Hand_In_Glove

Caino_8 said:
This is very intresting, and I do seem to dream what is going to happen the following day/week/month.

I can never seem to remember what it was when I wake up, but then the instance will occur, and i'll get a feeling of immense Deja Vous, only little things like a phrase someone says whilst being in a certain place or looking in certain direction.

I get that. The Arsenal vs United game a couple of years ago when Henry scored at the end to make it 2-1, well, I had 'dreamt' it. Rooney scoring, to Van Persie coming on to the result ending as 2-1 to them. Proper weird. I've had a few other footballing dreams that have come true too.

Redtreble

sunnydelight said:
Cracking thread so far....

I dont know where to begin with my experience. It's quite long winded but I'll try to keep it short.

Back in the late summer 95 I took the huge step of leaving home with my girlfriend and move to Leicester (I was studying there at that time). Not a big deal you guys may well say but coming from a Indian family who were quite old school in thinking, it was the equivalent of commiting mass murder and tarnishing the family name.

Not long after leaving the novelty wore off, she was trying to live a life beyond our means, and we began to argue like cats and dags. On many a occasion I threatened to leave her hence leave her on her Jack Jones. This wound her up no end as like me she had left home too with her family being as old school as mine. We would soon kiss and make up up after every argument but I knew, aswell as she did, that it was only a matter of time before we went our separate ways. At that time she was doing a bit of modelling, sorry I dont have any links, and offers of work in London were always coming in. I was happy for her to go do a bit of work as it at least gave me some time to myself and sanity. I never got involved in her workside of life and stopped asking as she was always reluctant to tell me anything.

One late evening we had one of our now routine barneys and it ended with her asking me to drive her down to London there and then. She was due to go down in the morning anyway for some work but I was more than happy to take her down that evening as I wanted some peace and quite. The jouney was a quite one with neither one of us saying a word and the only sound coming was from the radio. We were approaching Milton Keynes on the M1 when out of the blue she lunged at the steering wheel and tried to steer the car of the road. I managed to fend her off and straighten the car but again she tried and kept on trying to lunge at the wheel. I eventually pulled over on to the hard shoulder and asked her WTF is going on in her head. She simply said that she dont want to go to London and wants to go back with me. If I did not take her back with me both of us will not make it to London This spooked me a bit as it was her speaking but it was in a much deeper voice than I had ever heard her speak. I weighed up the pro's and con's of what she was saying and had been doing and decided that it was best to turn back. We got off at the MK junction and and turned the car around to make our journey back.

Things were quite again in the car on the start of our journey back when all of a sudden she does a 90 degree turn on her seat and is facing me staring at my face. She then goes on to tell me in her new found deep voice that she is going, but it is not her who is saying it if you see what I mean. That voice, or whoever was speaking to me, was telling me she (my girlfriend) was leaving to go to America on a certain date. I was given the flight number, agents number, date, contacts, etc.. As you can imagine I was well and truly spooked. This dep voice of hers continued telling me things that my GF was planning until we were interrupted by the sounds of Police sirens. They flew by us aswell as an ambulance. I was startled by this when this voice describes to me in perfect detail what has happened ahead. It told me an accident had taken place, the make of car and colour and that the woman has died in the crash. There was no way of her knowing this or seeing what had happened ahead as all this was done with her facing me and her staring directly at me. This voice continued telling me things, it's 13 years since it happened hence cannot remember what I was being told, until i got to close to junction 20 on the M1. There before us was the accident that had been described to me, she did not even look in that direction, and simply said to me "see I told you, I was not lying"....

Things went quite again and as soon as we left the M1 at junction 21 she turned around and faced the windscreen again. By the time we got home she was back to her self again and could not remember what had happened or why she was in the car. Once home she went up to bed and was out for the count in no time. Naturally I did'nt go to sleep that night.....

The following day i asked her in the evening, she did'nt go down for her modelling job then, if she can remember what she had said to me. She could not remember anything. When I repeated a few things that had been told to me by that deep voice of hers she was genuinely shocked. Her face went pale at first then filled with rage as to why I had been going through her things and diary. She was having none of it that I had been told by herself...

About a week later we had another barney in the kitchen which ended up with me restraining her as she began throwing things at me. Now there is no flippin way she can over power me, trust me on that lads, but she did and forced me backwards into our room. We shared the downstairs room in a student house. Once in the room I was shoved on to the bed and was pinned down. That voice of hers started up again asking me why I had told her that I knew about her plans about going away etc..... This went on for a bit until one of my house mates retuned from uni. Only then, in a flash, she went back to normal.

This whole freeky episode went on for a a few weeks then all of a sudden stopped. I could go on and on about the things that happened and were said but dont want to bore you all. Just to finish off I was told a few years later, by a mutual friend, that she had gone to one of these black witch doctors that exist in the Indian community and had tried to get some black magic (it's called JADU in punjabi) done on me for me not to leave her. I did eventually......!

That's quite some tale! Years ago, I would have dismissed it out of hand but after I started to fuck around with Ouijia Boards (a long time ago now), I'm far more open-minded.

I actually got told by a Hindu friend of mine recently what happened in her family's house after her brother and his girlfriend successfully killed themselves in a double suicide pact. Absolutely terrifying sequence of events over the course of the mourning period which basically involved a haunting, which concentrated on an uncle of hers. The events drove her uncle almost mad and he ended up killing himself about six months later.

The story is like some kind of nightmarish horror film, but again recounted to me by somebody just not likely to make something like this up. And I know from other people that the key aspects of the whole story are true (the deaths) and I even asked somebody else who was at the mourning house what went on and he just point-blank refused to talk about it.

Weird, weird shit.

20 times

SAR said:
I can laugh now, but seeing this face up against the glass, right where I'd rubbed the condensation away-fucking hell

reminds me of the scene from the axe murderer episode of only fools and horses

Jame Gumb

mike999 said:
reminds me of the scene from the axe murderer episode of only fools and horses

When the psycho hears the helicopter...

Psycho: "Is that the police?"

Del Boy: "No, it's Barretts."

Greengate

I read one a couple of years ago and can't remember the exact details but i'll give you the gist of it..

A young mum used to walk the same route to nursery/school every day in New Mills with her 4 yr old son, every day the little boy would point into he busy road and say something like "that is where i stop" or "that is where i stop being big", i can't remember the exact words, obviously it freaked the mum out but the little boy kept doing it even when she asked him not too, she eventually walked a longer way on her journey to avoid the part of road where he did it. A couple of months later the little boy went missing and the police had to inform the mum that he had gone to the spot and ran in front of a lorry and died.

Revolter

Redtreble said:
Well you've made progress since you were a child; you've gone from imaginary friends to internet friends! Ten or fifteen years from now, you may actually be ready for a real friend, who knows?!

Here's hoping.

Davidian

Fuck me...this thread has set me up nicely for a nice listening session of King Diamond and a late night screening of Nosferatu. :cool:

Pilchards

Greengate said:
I read one a couple of years ago and can't remember the exact details but i'll give you the gist of it..

A young mum used to walk the same route to nursery/school every day in New Mills with her 4 yr old son, every day the little boy would point into he busy road and say something like "that is where i stop" or "that is where i stop being big", i can't remember the exact words, obviously it freaked the mum out but the little boy kept doing it even when she asked him not too, she eventually walked a longer way on her journey to avoid the part of road where he did it. A couple of months later the little boy went missing and the police had to inform the mum that he had gone to the spot and ran in front of a lorry and died.

I went to School in New Mills and it sounds like something one of the local inbreds would make up.

camberwick

parkjisung said:
She speaks English.

I see.

camberwick

Redtreble said:
That's quite some tale! Years ago, I would have dismissed it out of hand but after I started to fuck around with Ouijia Boards (a long time ago now), I'm far more open-minded.

I actually got told by a Hindu friend of mine recently what happened in her family's house after her brother and his girlfriend successfully killed themselves in a double suicide pact. Absolutely terrifying sequence of events over the course of the mourning period which basically involved a haunting, which concentrated on an uncle of hers. The events drove her uncle almost mad and he ended up killing himself about six months later.

The story is like some kind of nightmarish horror film, but again recounted to me by somebody just not likely to make something like this up. And I know from other people that the key aspects of the whole story are true (the deaths) and I even asked somebody else who was at the mourning house what went on and he just point-blank refused to talk about it.

Weird, weird shit.

There are no such things as ghosts.

Greengate

OptimusPrune said:
I went to School in New Mills and it sounds like something one of the local inbreds would make up.

It was in a magazine with the parents telling there story and pictures of there son and pictures of the spot where he died (i think it was near the swizzles factory)

camberwick

Greengate said:
It was in a magazine with the parents telling there story and pictures of there son and pictures of the spot where he died (i think it was near the swizzles factory)

Do you mean the liquorice and fruit crystal sticks?

History

When i was about 6 or 7 i used to have the same nightmare if i slept on a certain side of my body. Well behind my house is some other houses on it.

Well i used to dream that i would climb over the wall and look through this window (Im scared writing it and as i can see it clear as day) of a scruffy shed type thing and there were two dead bodies. A Girl and a Boy tied upto a chair blood coming out and everything. Happened all the time shit me up every time. Well like a year ago, i told my mum about this dream i used to have. Well she told me it used to be a morgue. Now for as long as i can remember it's always been a bit of wasteland turned into Houses.

She confirmed that there used to be a shed type thing where the used to hold the dead bodies. Fucking wierd to say the least.

Imagine being a 6 year old seeing a dead body, not nice at all.

Trafford_Red

sunnydelight said:
Cracking thread so far....

I dont know where to begin with my experience. It's quite long winded but I'll try to keep it short.

Back in the late summer 95 I took the huge step of leaving home with my girlfriend and move to Leicester (I was studying there at that time). Not a big deal you guys may well say but coming from a Indian family who were quite old school in thinking, it was the equivalent of commiting mass murder and tarnishing the family name.

Not long after leaving the novelty wore off, she was trying to live a life beyond our means, and we began to argue like cats and dags. On many a occasion I threatened to leave her hence leave her on her Jack Jones. This wound her up no end as like me she had left home too with her family being as old school as mine. We would soon kiss and make up up after every argument but I knew, aswell as she did, that it was only a matter of time before we went our separate ways. At that time she was doing a bit of modelling, sorry I dont have any links, and offers of work in London were always coming in. I was happy for her to go do a bit of work as it at least gave me some time to myself and sanity. I never got involved in her workside of life and stopped asking as she was always reluctant to tell me anything.

One late evening we had one of our now routine barneys and it ended with her asking me to drive her down to London there and then. She was due to go down in the morning anyway for some work but I was more than happy to take her down that evening as I wanted some peace and quite. The jouney was a quite one with neither one of us saying a word and the only sound coming was from the radio. We were approaching Milton Keynes on the M1 when out of the blue she lunged at the steering wheel and tried to steer the car of the road. I managed to fend her off and straighten the car but again she tried and kept on trying to lunge at the wheel. I eventually pulled over on to the hard shoulder and asked her WTF is going on in her head. She simply said that she dont want to go to London and wants to go back with me. If I did not take her back with me both of us will not make it to London This spooked me a bit as it was her speaking but it was in a much deeper voice than I had ever heard her speak. I weighed up the pro's and con's of what she was saying and had been doing and decided that it was best to turn back. We got off at the MK junction and and turned the car around to make our journey back.

Things were quite again in the car on the start of our journey back when all of a sudden she does a 90 degree turn on her seat and is facing me staring at my face. She then goes on to tell me in her new found deep voice that she is going, but it is not her who is saying it if you see what I mean. That voice, or whoever was speaking to me, was telling me she (my girlfriend) was leaving to go to America on a certain date. I was given the flight number, agents number, date, contacts, etc.. As you can imagine I was well and truly spooked. This dep voice of hers continued telling me things that my GF was planning until we were interrupted by the sounds of Police sirens. They flew by us aswell as an ambulance. I was startled by this when this voice describes to me in perfect detail what has happened ahead. It told me an accident had taken place, the make of car and colour and that the woman has died in the crash. There was no way of her knowing this or seeing what had happened ahead as all this was done with her facing me and her staring directly at me. This voice continued telling me things, it's 13 years since it happened hence cannot remember what I was being told, until i got to close to junction 20 on the M1. There before us was the accident that had been described to me, she did not even look in that direction, and simply said to me "see I told you, I was not lying"....

Things went quite again and as soon as we left the M1 at junction 21 she turned around and faced the windscreen again. By the time we got home she was back to her self again and could not remember what had happened or why she was in the car. Once home she went up to bed and was out for the count in no time. Naturally I did'nt go to sleep that night.....

The following day i asked her in the evening, she did'nt go down for her modelling job then, if she can remember what she had said to me. She could not remember anything. When I repeated a few things that had been told to me by that deep voice of hers she was genuinely shocked. Her face went pale at first then filled with rage as to why I had been going through her things and diary. She was having none of it that I had been told by herself...

About a week later we had another barney in the kitchen which ended up with me restraining her as she began throwing things at me. Now there is no flippin way she can over power me, trust me on that lads, but she did and forced me backwards into our room. We shared the downstairs room in a student house. Once in the room I was shoved on to the bed and was pinned down. That voice of hers started up again asking me why I had told her that I knew about her plans about going away etc..... This went on for a bit until one of my house mates retuned from uni. Only then, in a flash, she went back to normal.

This whole freeky episode went on for a a few weeks then all of a sudden stopped. I could go on and on about the things that happened and were said but dont want to bore you all. Just to finish off I was told a few years later, by a mutual friend, that she had gone to one of these black witch doctors that exist in the Indian community and had tried to get some black magic (it's called JADU in punjabi) done on me for me not to leave her. I did eventually......!

Fuck....I can actually believe that, don't know if you believe in Jinn?

Didn't happen to me personally, but its very local to me, like right at the end of my street.

A guy I know was going along his normal daily walk to work, early in the morning, going along a street adjacent a park.

Anyway, one morning, before the sun light came out, he was walking down the street as always, and is stopped by a weird lady dressed in a whiet hooded coat who asked where he was going. He told her he was on his way to work. She then turned nasty, and said "I've seen you pass here everyday for a few weeks now, you better not come past again!"

He stood there shocked thinking what the fuck?!?! She ran into the park, into a tree and disappeared.

He ran home - straight into bed!

I've been past the park just before day break to see if I spotted anything, I don't know what I'd do if I did!

ralph

When i was a nipper, about from 3-4 years old the family moved to a new housing estate near Pontypridd in the valleys. There was some pretty thick forest near the estate and i remeber there being some pretty meadows with bluebells and other wild flowers. Apparently some lad had killed himself in these woods once by some old hut/shed. I remeber one day, going for a walk with my mum and my sister, it was a beautiful sunny day 1975 or 76 when we had those long hot summers It's weird i can remember it now seeing a black shadow like figure hanging from a tree, and then running through the fields with my sis and mum, still freaks me out a bit now thinking about it. When your a kid your imagination does run a bit wild i suppose.

My mum also used to wake up in the night screaming that someone was trying to drag her out of bed, and also that the curtains used to sway even though the winows were closed. Mum was really spooked living there, and was glad when we moved out.

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

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