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My satellite system just turned itself off whilst I was reading this and fucked up, it's never done this before
It wasn't me and me mate... honest
My satellite system just turned itself off whilst I was reading this and fucked up, it's never done this before
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.
fuckin vile that mate!these stories are mad!
When i was younger, around 9 years old i used to wake up in the middle of the night and see a man sitting in the chair at the end of my bed. He was quite tall with long dark hair, normal clothing and always looked like he hadn't shaved for a few days from what i can remember.
Anyway, he would sit there looking at me for ages before starting to ask me questions about myself, like my name, how old i was and lots of questions about my family and friends. Also stuff like what i did at school, what i was interested in and how long we had lived in the house.
This went on for around an hour and then he would change and get really nasty. His appearence changed to, he looked alot older with scratches on his arms and face. He would stand up and lean over the end of the bed and shout at me, swearing and i always thought he was going to hit me!....At the end he would crawl up my bed get right in my face and shout 'Heaven is in Hell, as Hell is in Heaven! Then get up and walk out of my bedroom door.
I could never get back to sleep after this so would always put my tv and watch anything till i fell asleep again. Weird thing is my Mum is deaf and my Dad died when i was a baby, but when ever i had this happen to me my mum would have a dream where in it she could actually hear! She told me she used to dream about me answeing random questions about myself and all the stuff i mentioned before but the person i was talking to would always apear to her as a dark blurred shadow, and she would wake up from the dream when he turned nasty and i started screaming....This went on for 5 years till i turned 14 and as the time passed this would happen less and less like every 2 months or so. Still get freaked out now when i talk about it and im now 30.
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......!
I could just see this face peering into the kitchen window, we both legged it off at the same time
When i was younger, around 9 years old i used to wake up in the middle of the night and see a man sitting in the chair at the end of my bed. He was quite tall with long dark hair, normal clothing and always looked like he hadn't shaved for a few days from what i can remember.
Anyway, he would sit there looking at me for ages before starting to ask me questions about myself, like my name, how old i was and lots of questions about my family and friends. Also stuff like what i did at school, what i was interested in and how long we had lived in the house.
This went on for around an hour and then he would change and get really nasty. His appearence changed to, he looked alot older with scratches on his arms and face. He would stand up and lean over the end of the bed and shout at me, swearing and i always thought he was going to hit me!....At the end he would crawl up my bed get right in my face and shout 'Heaven is in Hell, as Hell is in Heaven! Then get up and walk out of my bedroom door.
I could never get back to sleep after this so would always put my tv and watch anything till i fell asleep again. Weird thing is my Mum is deaf and my Dad died when i was a baby, but when ever i had this happen to me my mum would have a dream where in it she could actually hear! She told me she used to dream about me answeing random questions about myself and all the stuff i mentioned before but the person i was talking to would always apear to her as a dark blurred shadow, and she would wake up from the dream when he turned nasty and i started screaming....This went on for 5 years till i turned 14 and as the time passed this would happen less and less like every 2 months or so. Still get freaked out now when i talk about it and im now 30.
I dream about Paul Gadd as well mate.
I've got a couple of weird ones (not spooky as such).
Was with a girl (I was cheating at the time, will explain later) and ended up in the back of my car in Epping Forrest at about 4 in the morning.
Whilst getting it on with said girl, I was on top and she (obviously underneath) could see over my shoulder and out of the window. Mid way through her screams of passion they went beyond the normal pitch and she screamed there's someone at the window !!! I turn around and there was a balaclavered face staring in at us
All I remember seeing was the breath on the window and the eyes through the holes in the balaclava !! I was pretty young at the time and didn't know what the fuck to do apart from jump up and go ballistic, Whoever it was ran off into the forest. The girl started laughing and was calling the guy (?) a dirty pervert and didn't appear to be as shaken up as me, I was fucking trembling and started to try and get dressed !! It was starting to get light at this time and (this was straight out of a horror movie) there was mist coming off the long grass we were parked next to.
A few moments later I look back out of the window and this fucking great big lump in camourflage gear starts to rise out of the long grass and is coming towards the car ! I jumped between the seats and started the car as quickly as I could and got out of there before he reached the car.
On the way home the girl said to me that she was now scared thinking about what could of happened (I suppose the shock was setting in). She said we should go to the Police, I didn't want to do this as I was worried it would get back to the current girlfriend and I would be in deep shit.
I still think about this from time to time and know I should have reported it all those years ago, but I was very young. I have heard of many stories of all sorts of things happening in the forest where we were and it does make me wonder !
omg that scared me shitless.
I've got a couple of weird ones (not spooky as such).
Was with a girl (I was cheating at the time, will explain later) and ended up in the back of my car in Epping Forrest at about 4 in the morning.
Whilst getting it on with said girl, I was on top and she (obviously underneath) could see over my shoulder and out of the window. Mid way through her screams of passion they went beyond the normal pitch and she screamed there's someone at the window !!! I turn around and there was a balaclavered face staring in at us
All I remember seeing was the breath on the window and the eyes through the holes in the balaclava !! I was pretty young at the time and didn't know what the fuck to do apart from jump up and go ballistic, Whoever it was ran off into the forest. The girl started laughing and was calling the guy (?) a dirty pervert and didn't appear to be as shaken up as me, I was fucking trembling and started to try and get dressed !! It was starting to get light at this time and (this was straight out of a horror movie) there was mist coming off the long grass we were parked next to.
A few moments later I look back out of the window and this fucking great big lump in camourflage gear starts to rise out of the long grass and is coming towards the car ! I jumped between the seats and started the car as quickly as I could and got out of there before he reached the car.
On the way home the girl said to me that she was now scared thinking about what could of happened (I suppose the shock was setting in). She said we should go to the Police, I didn't want to do this as I was worried it would get back to the current girlfriend and I would be in deep shit.
I still think about this from time to time and know I should have reported it all those years ago, but I was very young. I have heard of many stories of all sorts of things happening in the forest where we were and it does make me wonder !
There was one night in 2007 that I will never forget. I still struggle to come to terms with what happened that night even now. I stayed over at a pub in the lakes. Id been staying at a b and b with some mates near Coniston but felt they were doing my head in so I made up an excuse that I wasn’t feeling well and I had to go home. On the way back I stopped for some tea at the pub and after a couple of pints I thought sod it im gonna stop over instead of driving back as it was about 8.30. The landlord said there was a room I could have for £10.00 for the night. Bargain I thought so he gave me the key and took the tenner.
The pub was called the brown horse or bull or something and it was on the edge of grizdale forest in the lake district. It was a large imposing old pub which sat on a hill top. To the rear was the forest and at the front a windey lane which wove through the forest out to windermere. It was November and it was one of those crisp, cold, clear nights. The pub was full of very local people, clearly the types who lived in the immediate area, farmers, etc. They weren’t overly friendly but by no means rude.
I had a couple more pints, Lancaster bomber I think it was, lovely stuff. Before going up to bed I thought I’d nip outside for a quick fag as the smoking ban had come in a few months before. I nipped out of the side door and had a slow walk around the back, trying to light my cig in the strong cold wind. As I walked round the corner I came across this old bloke sat on the wall, smoking a pipe. He was about 70, had a scruffy beard and hair and wore a quite tatty old suit. He gave me a light with his lighter and we got chatting. Turns out he’d lived in the area all his life and he used to deliver milk and eggs to the pub from a farm down the road.
He asked me where I was from and I said Manchester and that I was staying over in the pub that evening. Once I’d told him this his behaviour changed. Why are you staying son? He said, cant you get back to Manchester tonight? I explained that it wasn’t a problem as the room was cheap, I’d had a few drinks and I was in no particular rush to get back anyway. Still he persisted…No you don’t want to stay in there, theres much nicer places to stay in on the other side of the forest. I told him I was happy with it and wasn’t going to start looking for somewhere else at that time of night. With that he jumped up from the wall, his hand on my chest and almost shouting now wheezed ‘listen son…….go home!! This isn’t a place for you!’ He then stumbled off round the corner, to the front of the pub.
I was going to go after him and have a bit of a go but I thought nah leave it hes elderly and hes probably had too much to drink. I finished my cig and went back in the pub and up the stairs near the bar. I was in number 3 and I unlocked my door and went inside. The inside of the room was very basic to say the least. There was a single bed in the corner, a wardrobe and a stand alone mirror. The floor was bare floorboards with a tatty rug and the curtains were those horrible old net things. The room was proper dim, about 2 watt or something! So all in all I was thinking it was a good job the room was so cheap otherwise I would have been back downstairs to complain. I had a quick look out of the window, which looked out on to the back of the pub and the forest beyond. To my surprise the old man was back outside on the wall again smoking his pipe. I noticed him look up at me at the window. I stood back quickly hoping he hadn’t seen me but I was sure he had.
It was really cold in the room and there was no radiator so I got straight in bed and under the covers. I must have fallen asleep pretty quickly as I don’t remember much else then.
What felt like about half an hour later I was awoken by a bang. I just rolled over onto my other side as I thought it must have been somebody going into one of the other rooms on the landing outside. A couple of minutes later I heard something to make me frozen with fear. It was a cough. Nothing scarey about a cough you might think but the thing is the cough came from what sounded like inside my room, probably not much further away than the end of the bed. It was very dark in my room and I sat up quickly and grabbed my mobile from the side of me on the bed. It was one of those slide front ones that lights up when you slide it open. I slid it open quick to shed some dim light on the room. I looked straight ahead to the foot of the bed where I had heard the coughing noise come from. There was nothing there except the blank wall. My heart still pounding I looked to the left to the wardrobe. There was nothing there either. I began to feel a little better, thinking that the cough must have come from one of the other rooms and that the walls must be extremely thin.
Just then I glanced to my right where the mirror was stood against the wall. What I saw in that mirror will stay with me till my dying day. Even now when I see that vision in my mind I feel sick with terror. In the reflection of the mirror I could see myself sat up in bed turned towards the mirror, a pale light on my face coming from my mobile. But next to me over my left shoulder was peering a terrifying face of an old lady! A face which was now smiling with the most evil expression I have ever seen, just a few inches from my own face. A gaunt, haggard old face with glinting beady little eyes. At that moment I wanted to die, I seriously just wanted to die and disappear off the face of the earth. Just then the light from my mobile went out as it does when its been on a few seconds and I was in darkness again. As the light went out the room was filled with the noise of the old woman’s frenzied laughter. High pitched and uncontrollable, taking over my whole being. As she cackled madly i leapt from the bed and ran to the door in the darkness. I tugged at the door handle desperately but it just shook in the door frame, refusing to open for me!! I pressed the light switch on next to the door and turned round quickly.
Expecting to see the evil old woman coming after me I was surprised to see the bed empty. The insane laughter had now stopped too, and had done as soon as the light came on. I stood there, just in a pair of boxers, shivering uncontrollable but sweating like mad too! I felt like I was going to have a heart attack or faint or something!
I turned back to the door and tried again and this time it opened. I ran downstairs still in my boxers into the bar area. I was a gibbering wreck! There were still some people in the bar, staring at me like I was an alien! I went back up to the room with the landlord, packed up my stuff and left that night. I still have nightmares about what happened now and have to have counseling on a regular basis.
There was one night in 2007 that I will never forget. I still struggle to come to terms with what happened that night even now. I stayed over at a pub in the lakes. Id been staying at a b and b with some mates near Coniston but felt they were doing my head in so I made up an excuse that I wasn’t feeling well and I had to go home. On the way back I stopped for some tea at the pub and after a couple of pints I thought sod it im gonna stop over instead of driving back as it was about 8.30. The landlord said there was a room I could have for £10.00 for the night. Bargain I thought so he gave me the key and took the tenner.
The pub was called the brown horse or bull or something and it was on the edge of grizdale forest in the lake district. It was a large imposing old pub which sat on a hill top. To the rear was the forest and at the front a windey lane which wove through the forest out to windermere. It was November and it was one of those crisp, cold, clear nights. The pub was full of very local people, clearly the types who lived in the immediate area, farmers, etc. They weren’t overly friendly but by no means rude.
I had a couple more pints, Lancaster bomber I think it was, lovely stuff. Before going up to bed I thought I’d nip outside for a quick fag as the smoking ban had come in a few months before. I nipped out of the side door and had a slow walk around the back, trying to light my cig in the strong cold wind. As I walked round the corner I came across this old bloke sat on the wall, smoking a pipe. He was about 70, had a scruffy beard and hair and wore a quite tatty old suit. He gave me a light with his lighter and we got chatting. Turns out he’d lived in the area all his life and he used to deliver milk and eggs to the pub from a farm down the road.
He asked me where I was from and I said Manchester and that I was staying over in the pub that evening. Once I’d told him this his behaviour changed. Why are you staying son? He said, cant you get back to Manchester tonight? I explained that it wasn’t a problem as the room was cheap, I’d had a few drinks and I was in no particular rush to get back anyway. Still he persisted…No you don’t want to stay in there, theres much nicer places to stay in on the other side of the forest. I told him I was happy with it and wasn’t going to start looking for somewhere else at that time of night. With that he jumped up from the wall, his hand on my chest and almost shouting now wheezed ‘listen son…….go home!! This isn’t a place for you!’ He then stumbled off round the corner, to the front of the pub.
I was going to go after him and have a bit of a go but I thought nah leave it hes elderly and hes probably had too much to drink. I finished my cig and went back in the pub and up the stairs near the bar. I was in number 3 and I unlocked my door and went inside. The inside of the room was very basic to say the least. There was a single bed in the corner, a wardrobe and a stand alone mirror. The floor was bare floorboards with a tatty rug and the curtains were those horrible old net things. The room was proper dim, about 2 watt or something! So all in all I was thinking it was a good job the room was so cheap otherwise I would have been back downstairs to complain. I had a quick look out of the window, which looked out on to the back of the pub and the forest beyond. To my surprise the old man was back outside on the wall again smoking his pipe. I noticed him look up at me at the window. I stood back quickly hoping he hadn’t seen me but I was sure he had.
It was really cold in the room and there was no radiator so I got straight in bed and under the covers. I must have fallen asleep pretty quickly as I don’t remember much else then.
What felt like about half an hour later I was awoken by a bang. I just rolled over onto my other side as I thought it must have been somebody going into one of the other rooms on the landing outside. A couple of minutes later I heard something to make me frozen with fear. It was a cough. Nothing scarey about a cough you might think but the thing is the cough came from what sounded like inside my room, probably not much further away than the end of the bed. It was very dark in my room and I sat up quickly and grabbed my mobile from the side of me on the bed. It was one of those slide front ones that lights up when you slide it open. I slid it open quick to shed some dim light on the room. I looked straight ahead to the foot of the bed where I had heard the coughing noise come from. There was nothing there except the blank wall. My heart still pounding I looked to the left to the wardrobe. There was nothing there either. I began to feel a little better, thinking that the cough must have come from one of the other rooms and that the walls must be extremely thin.
Just then I glanced to my right where the mirror was stood against the wall. What I saw in that mirror will stay with me till my dying day. Even now when I see that vision in my mind I feel sick with terror. In the reflection of the mirror I could see myself sat up in bed turned towards the mirror, a pale light on my face coming from my mobile. But next to me over my left shoulder was peering a terrifying face of an old lady! A face which was now smiling with the most evil expression I have ever seen, just a few inches from my own face. A gaunt, haggard old face with glinting beady little eyes. At that moment I wanted to die, I seriously just wanted to die and disappear off the face of the earth. Just then the light from my mobile went out as it does when its been on a few seconds and I was in darkness again. As the light went out the room was filled with the noise of the old woman’s frenzied laughter. High pitched and uncontrollable, taking over my whole being. As she cackled madly i leapt from the bed and ran to the door in the darkness. I tugged at the door handle desperately but it just shook in the door frame, refusing to open for me!! I pressed the light switch on next to the door and turned round quickly.
Expecting to see the evil old woman coming after me I was surprised to see the bed empty. The insane laughter had now stopped too, and had done as soon as the light came on. I stood there, just in a pair of boxers, shivering uncontrollable but sweating like mad too! I felt like I was going to have a heart attack or faint or something!
I turned back to the door and tried again and this time it opened. I ran downstairs still in my boxers into the bar area. I was a gibbering wreck! There were still some people in the bar, staring at me like I was an alien! I went back up to the room with the landlord, packed up my stuff and left that night. I still have nightmares about what happened now and have to have counseling on a regular basis.
There was one night in 2007 that I will never forget. I still struggle to come to terms with what happened that night even now. I stayed over at a pub in the lakes. Id been staying at a b and b with some mates near Coniston but felt they were doing my head in so I made up an excuse that I wasn’t feeling well and I had to go home. On the way back I stopped for some tea at the pub and after a couple of pints I thought sod it im gonna stop over instead of driving back as it was about 8.30. The landlord said there was a room I could have for £10.00 for the night. Bargain I thought so he gave me the key and took the tenner.
The pub was called the brown horse or bull or something and it was on the edge of grizdale forest in the lake district. It was a large imposing old pub which sat on a hill top. To the rear was the forest and at the front a windey lane which wove through the forest out to windermere. It was November and it was one of those crisp, cold, clear nights. The pub was full of very local people, clearly the types who lived in the immediate area, farmers, etc. They weren’t overly friendly but by no means rude.
I had a couple more pints, Lancaster bomber I think it was, lovely stuff. Before going up to bed I thought I’d nip outside for a quick fag as the smoking ban had come in a few months before. I nipped out of the side door and had a slow walk around the back, trying to light my cig in the strong cold wind. As I walked round the corner I came across this old bloke sat on the wall, smoking a pipe. He was about 70, had a scruffy beard and hair and wore a quite tatty old suit. He gave me a light with his lighter and we got chatting. Turns out he’d lived in the area all his life and he used to deliver milk and eggs to the pub from a farm down the road.
He asked me where I was from and I said Manchester and that I was staying over in the pub that evening. Once I’d told him this his behaviour changed. Why are you staying son? He said, cant you get back to Manchester tonight? I explained that it wasn’t a problem as the room was cheap, I’d had a few drinks and I was in no particular rush to get back anyway. Still he persisted…No you don’t want to stay in there, theres much nicer places to stay in on the other side of the forest. I told him I was happy with it and wasn’t going to start looking for somewhere else at that time of night. With that he jumped up from the wall, his hand on my chest and almost shouting now wheezed ‘listen son…….go home!! This isn’t a place for you!’ He then stumbled off round the corner, to the front of the pub.
I was going to go after him and have a bit of a go but I thought nah leave it hes elderly and hes probably had too much to drink. I finished my cig and went back in the pub and up the stairs near the bar. I was in number 3 and I unlocked my door and went inside. The inside of the room was very basic to say the least. There was a single bed in the corner, a wardrobe and a stand alone mirror. The floor was bare floorboards with a tatty rug and the curtains were those horrible old net things. The room was proper dim, about 2 watt or something! So all in all I was thinking it was a good job the room was so cheap otherwise I would have been back downstairs to complain. I had a quick look out of the window, which looked out on to the back of the pub and the forest beyond. To my surprise the old man was back outside on the wall again smoking his pipe. I noticed him look up at me at the window. I stood back quickly hoping he hadn’t seen me but I was sure he had.
It was really cold in the room and there was no radiator so I got straight in bed and under the covers. I must have fallen asleep pretty quickly as I don’t remember much else then.
What felt like about half an hour later I was awoken by a bang. I just rolled over onto my other side as I thought it must have been somebody going into one of the other rooms on the landing outside. A couple of minutes later I heard something to make me frozen with fear. It was a cough. Nothing scarey about a cough you might think but the thing is the cough came from what sounded like inside my room, probably not much further away than the end of the bed. It was very dark in my room and I sat up quickly and grabbed my mobile from the side of me on the bed. It was one of those slide front ones that lights up when you slide it open. I slid it open quick to shed some dim light on the room. I looked straight ahead to the foot of the bed where I had heard the coughing noise come from. There was nothing there except the blank wall. My heart still pounding I looked to the left to the wardrobe. There was nothing there either. I began to feel a little better, thinking that the cough must have come from one of the other rooms and that the walls must be extremely thin.
Just then I glanced to my right where the mirror was stood against the wall. What I saw in that mirror will stay with me till my dying day. Even now when I see that vision in my mind I feel sick with terror. In the reflection of the mirror I could see myself sat up in bed turned towards the mirror, a pale light on my face coming from my mobile. But next to me over my left shoulder was peering a terrifying face of an old lady! A face which was now smiling with the most evil expression I have ever seen, just a few inches from my own face. A gaunt, haggard old face with glinting beady little eyes. At that moment I wanted to die, I seriously just wanted to die and disappear off the face of the earth. Just then the light from my mobile went out as it does when its been on a few seconds and I was in darkness again. As the light went out the room was filled with the noise of the old woman’s frenzied laughter. High pitched and uncontrollable, taking over my whole being. As she cackled madly i leapt from the bed and ran to the door in the darkness. I tugged at the door handle desperately but it just shook in the door frame, refusing to open for me!! I pressed the light switch on next to the door and turned round quickly.
Expecting to see the evil old woman coming after me I was surprised to see the bed empty. The insane laughter had now stopped too, and had done as soon as the light came on. I stood there, just in a pair of boxers, shivering uncontrollable but sweating like mad too! I felt like I was going to have a heart attack or faint or something!
I turned back to the door and tried again and this time it opened. I ran downstairs still in my boxers into the bar area. I was a gibbering wreck! There were still some people in the bar, staring at me like I was an alien! I went back up to the room with the landlord, packed up my stuff and left that night. I still have nightmares about what happened now and have to have counseling on a regular basis.
There was one night in 2007 that I will never forget. I still struggle to come to terms with what happened that night even now. I stayed over at a pub in the lakes. Id been staying at a b and b with some mates near Coniston but felt they were doing my head in so I made up an excuse that I wasn’t feeling well and I had to go home. On the way back I stopped for some tea at the pub and after a couple of pints I thought sod it im gonna stop over instead of driving back as it was about 8.30. The landlord said there was a room I could have for £10.00 for the night. Bargain I thought so he gave me the key and took the tenner.
The pub was called the brown horse or bull or something and it was on the edge of grizdale forest in the lake district. It was a large imposing old pub which sat on a hill top. To the rear was the forest and at the front a windey lane which wove through the forest out to windermere. It was November and it was one of those crisp, cold, clear nights. The pub was full of very local people, clearly the types who lived in the immediate area, farmers, etc. They weren’t overly friendly but by no means rude.
I had a couple more pints, Lancaster bomber I think it was, lovely stuff. Before going up to bed I thought I’d nip outside for a quick fag as the smoking ban had come in a few months before. I nipped out of the side door and had a slow walk around the back, trying to light my cig in the strong cold wind. As I walked round the corner I came across this old bloke sat on the wall, smoking a pipe. He was about 70, had a scruffy beard and hair and wore a quite tatty old suit. He gave me a light with his lighter and we got chatting. Turns out he’d lived in the area all his life and he used to deliver milk and eggs to the pub from a farm down the road.
He asked me where I was from and I said Manchester and that I was staying over in the pub that evening. Once I’d told him this his behaviour changed. Why are you staying son? He said, cant you get back to Manchester tonight? I explained that it wasn’t a problem as the room was cheap, I’d had a few drinks and I was in no particular rush to get back anyway. Still he persisted…No you don’t want to stay in there, theres much nicer places to stay in on the other side of the forest. I told him I was happy with it and wasn’t going to start looking for somewhere else at that time of night. With that he jumped up from the wall, his hand on my chest and almost shouting now wheezed ‘listen son…….go home!! This isn’t a place for you!’ He then stumbled off round the corner, to the front of the pub.
I was going to go after him and have a bit of a go but I thought nah leave it hes elderly and hes probably had too much to drink. I finished my cig and went back in the pub and up the stairs near the bar. I was in number 3 and I unlocked my door and went inside. The inside of the room was very basic to say the least. There was a single bed in the corner, a wardrobe and a stand alone mirror. The floor was bare floorboards with a tatty rug and the curtains were those horrible old net things. The room was proper dim, about 2 watt or something! So all in all I was thinking it was a good job the room was so cheap otherwise I would have been back downstairs to complain. I had a quick look out of the window, which looked out on to the back of the pub and the forest beyond. To my surprise the old man was back outside on the wall again smoking his pipe. I noticed him look up at me at the window. I stood back quickly hoping he hadn’t seen me but I was sure he had.
It was really cold in the room and there was no radiator so I got straight in bed and under the covers. I must have fallen asleep pretty quickly as I don’t remember much else then.
What felt like about half an hour later I was awoken by a bang. I just rolled over onto my other side as I thought it must have been somebody going into one of the other rooms on the landing outside. A couple of minutes later I heard something to make me frozen with fear. It was a cough. Nothing scarey about a cough you might think but the thing is the cough came from what sounded like inside my room, probably not much further away than the end of the bed. It was very dark in my room and I sat up quickly and grabbed my mobile from the side of me on the bed. It was one of those slide front ones that lights up when you slide it open. I slid it open quick to shed some dim light on the room. I looked straight ahead to the foot of the bed where I had heard the coughing noise come from. There was nothing there except the blank wall. My heart still pounding I looked to the left to the wardrobe. There was nothing there either. I began to feel a little better, thinking that the cough must have come from one of the other rooms and that the walls must be extremely thin.
Just then I glanced to my right where the mirror was stood against the wall. What I saw in that mirror will stay with me till my dying day. Even now when I see that vision in my mind I feel sick with terror. In the reflection of the mirror I could see myself sat up in bed turned towards the mirror, a pale light on my face coming from my mobile. But next to me over my left shoulder was peering a terrifying face of an old lady! A face which was now smiling with the most evil expression I have ever seen, just a few inches from my own face. A gaunt, haggard old face with glinting beady little eyes. At that moment I wanted to die, I seriously just wanted to die and disappear off the face of the earth. Just then the light from my mobile went out as it does when its been on a few seconds and I was in darkness again. As the light went out the room was filled with the noise of the old woman’s frenzied laughter. High pitched and uncontrollable, taking over my whole being. As she cackled madly i leapt from the bed and ran to the door in the darkness. I tugged at the door handle desperately but it just shook in the door frame, refusing to open for me!! I pressed the light switch on next to the door and turned round quickly.
Expecting to see the evil old woman coming after me I was surprised to see the bed empty. The insane laughter had now stopped too, and had done as soon as the light came on. I stood there, just in a pair of boxers, shivering uncontrollable but sweating like mad too! I felt like I was going to have a heart attack or faint or something!
I turned back to the door and tried again and this time it opened. I ran downstairs still in my boxers into the bar area. I was a gibbering wreck! There were still some people in the bar, staring at me like I was an alien! I went back up to the room with the landlord, packed up my stuff and left that night. I still have nightmares about what happened now and have to have counseling on a regular basis.
When i was younger, around 9 years old i used to wake up in the middle of the night and see a man sitting in the chair at the end of my bed. He was quite tall with long dark hair, normal clothing and always looked like he hadn't shaved for a few days from what i can remember.
Anyway, he would sit there looking at me for ages before starting to ask me questions about myself, like my name, how old i was and lots of questions about my family and friends. Also stuff like what i did at school, what i was interested in and how long we had lived in the house.
This went on for around an hour and then he would change and get really nasty. His appearence changed to, he looked alot older with scratches on his arms and face. He would stand up and lean over the end of the bed and shout at me, swearing and i always thought he was going to hit me!....At the end he would crawl up my bed get right in my face and shout 'Heaven is in Hell, as Hell is in Heaven! Then get up and walk out of my bedroom door.
I could never get back to sleep after this so would always put my tv and watch anything till i fell asleep again. Weird thing is my Mum is deaf and my Dad died when i was a baby, but when ever i had this happen to me my mum would have a dream where in it she could actually hear! She told me she used to dream about me answeing random questions about myself and all the stuff i mentioned before but the person i was talking to would always apear to her as a dark blurred shadow, and she would wake up from the dream when he turned nasty and i started screaming....This went on for 5 years till i turned 14 and as the time passed this would happen less and less like every 2 months or so. Still get freaked out now when i talk about it and im now 30.
One fateful morning in December that would basically lay the foundations for the rest of my life.
It was a cold morning in 1994 and i woke up to discover that my hands were almost blue with the cold. I went downstairs and discovered my mum making eggs and bacon for breakfast. I sat at the table and waited for them to finish cooking.
As I was sat there eating my bacon and egg sandwiches, there was three loud knocks on our front door. These werent just normal knocks they were exageratted and louder than anything normal.
I approached the door slowly and at the door was a man I had never seen before. He wore a long black coat and had a black carrier bag held in his right hand. He had a long dark beard and long dark hair.
At this stage, I was masturbating furiously infront of the dark stranger and was throwing pencils at his forehead.
The man then pulled out a knife and proceeded to chase me into the house, wielding the knife in the air as we both ran into the kitchen. My dag was barking possesively and licking my testicles like there was no tommorow.
The event was over as quickly as it began. I looked frantically for a sharp weapon to protect myself, but could only find a piece of paper. As the man stood there, stabbing me repeatedly in the eyes and hips, I tried to give him numerous paper cuts, but to no avail.
Lying on the floor, still masturbating and bleeding excessively, I couldnt do anything as the mysterious man did a slightly runny poo on the floor and left the house at walking pace.
It was over.
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When I was about 10 years old me and my mum visited one of her friends house who she worked with . Being a naughty 10 year old I found sitting in the garden boring so my mums friend sent me to play in her teenage sons room . As I was playing in the lads room I heard a noise on the landing so ran outside noticing that a door at the end of the landing was now half open . Walking up to see who was inside I was shocked to find no one in there at all only a bed and a arm chair in the corner .
Being a noisey boy I stepped into the room only to have the hair on the back of my kneck stand on end as I felt someone move and stand direct behind me ( Hairs on my kneck standing just talking about it ) . I turned around as fast as I could but there was anyone there I know someone moved behind me as I felt them and heard them .
What does a 10 year old do in that situation I run and crying into the garden . Mum grabbed me and tried to calm me asking what had happened . I told her the story and her friend replyed I told you so I told you !! .
Turns out that for months her friend had been telling her that people thought her mother who she nursed till her death in the house was haunting that room .
To this day I believe totally there is something that keeps spirits behind haunting houses .
Shame That post deserved it mate
I've never read this thread but just seen that post
it's the funniest thing i'v ever read, I would like someone to give me a reference number to the page so I can rep The Masturbating Pencil wielder
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I've never read this thread but just seen that post
it's the funniest thing i'v ever read, I would like someone to give me a reference number to the page so I can rep The Masturbating Pencil wielder