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

[RedDevilMikee]

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.

Brown Horse Inn 1920 to 1995

I am writing to add my memories to those posted by my sister Sheila McCormack. My name is Norma (McCormack ) Gibson. Our grandparents ran this hotel in the 1920s.
Their names were Margaret and Cecil Stronnel. They had a daughter Irene Margaret Stronnel. My mother told me about their Manx cats that had no tails. Sha also told me that at that time the beer was served in bottles sealed with glass alleys (marbles). She said that she broke several in order to have the alleys to play with. This of course resulted in discipline. My mother and grandmother left England and came to Canada, first to Hamilton, Ontario where they lived for some time and then to Thunder Bay, Ontario, where my grandmother lived until her death. My mother remained in contact with family members in England and during later years she received a letter from the owners of the inn asking her for information on the inn as they believed it was haunted. I myself wrote in the 1990s to the people who then owned the inn but did not receive a reply. I have a picture of the inn as it was back in the 1920s and also one taken by a friend in the 1990s. As my sister said, the sign used to have a horse on it. I would love to communicate with the current owners. Cheers, Norma Gibson, Thunder Bay, Ontario, Canada.

http://www.francisfrith.com/winster,cumbria/photos/brown-horse-inn-c1960_W500006/

 

[Rubble99]

A few years back I was with a bird from Gloucester, and she took me back down there to see the parents.

This was just after the Fred / Rose West arrests and as we doing some shopping in the city centre my missus mentioned that she had to walk past the house every day on the way to college.

Being a bit of a ghoul I asked her to take me to the house (which was still there at the time) to have a look.

As soon as we entered Cromwell Street my heart started pounding, and I started feeling ill. We got to the house about half way down the street and I just froze.

I could hardly speak and it felt like my head would explode.

I can honestly say I've never felt such an overwhelming feeling of evil before or since.

Eventually I snapped out of it, grabbed my bird's hand and practically frog marched her away from the place.

Shit me up for a good couple of days!

i had to put a new street light on the footpath thats now there a few months back, had to take the old one out, which meant digging down with the breaker to get it out, was horrible, actually digging the ground on what would of been the actual back garden of 25 cromwell street.

 

[Mack]

My mum used to say that my older brother was often sat up in bed at night talking to someone in the bedroom.
When she used to go in and ask who he was talking to he's just say "the old lady stood next to you"
Word on the street is that the spirits visit the young more than anyone else.

Personally, I think ghosts are a load of wankers, believe you want to see something so much and your mind will let you believe there is something there.
Its a load of shit if you ask me.

 

[yorkshirered2008]

There is some seriously fucked up shit on here!!!

 

[RedDevilMikee]

There is some seriously fucked up shit on here!!!

Entertaining though - you can't beat a good ghost story!

 

[David De Gea]

Not that spooky but when I was on holiday in Fuerteventura a few years ago, I was at a duty free shop getting some fags. The guy there was nice enough if a bit strange. He was talking to me and the missus (no link), asking how long we'd been together etc. All of a sudden he stopped talking, grabbed both my hands, looked me in the eyes and with a mad expression on his face blurted out "Tonight, you will have a Son."

9 months later my little lad was born and he was conceived on that holiday. The cunt probably says that to every fucker.

Top thread this.

 

[Serbian AIDS Paste]

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 me backwards.....thats weird as fuck!!!!!!!!!

 

[I wank dags as a hobby]

Fuck me backwards.....thats weird as fuck!!!!!!!!!

I bet his fucking girlfriend cheated on him as well

 

[sunnydelight]

I bet his fucking girlfriend cheated on him as well

 

[I wank dags as a hobby]

Sorry mate couldn't resist. Funnily enough when I clicked on the link in the cheating thread and got here I'd forgotton all about this shit

 

[RedDevilMikee]

Any more for any more?!

 

[RedDevilMikee]

Since there seem to be a few folks on this thread that are into this sort of thing, feel free to check out my new paranormal blog:

http://forteanlinks.blogspot.com/

Links to some of the best paranormal documentaries on the web, will be updating it regularly.

 

[monkeytzu]

top thread this!

 

[Albam]

When I was about 13 I went to live with my Mum for a while in a small town off the West Midlands called Warwick. The place is a bit of a world away really, most of the buildings in the town are listed from hundreds of years ago, and being the Midlands with fog every night and morning in winter it's always unnerving walking about at night. There was also a lot of local stories about ghosts and stuff going around. She used to live opposite a graveyard, and i regularly walked through there as a short cut to get to the park behind it.
Once I was with my brother and two locals sitting outside the cafe in the park, must of been about 10 or 11pm, the only lights were those there to light up the cafe. Just messing around and drinking etc when suddenly we heard someone legging it for their life right infront of us, but we couldn't see a thing. About a minute or two later we heard what sounded like two young girls laughing and shouting in the pitch black, we all froze, completely shit myself. I edged closer trying to make out if anyone was there but couldn't see a thing and suddenly heard a really high pitched scream followed by the same laughter a few metres away to my left, never ran so fast in my life. Still don't know what that was about tbh.
Another time I was walking with my mate through the graveyard after a shit house party about 4am, being a small town again the only part lit up was the foot path on the edge of the cemetery. I noticed a small light behind one of the gravestones, looked like a candle or a lighter. We both edged closer to check it out and behind the gravestone was the outline of someone lying down not moving in the slightest, peered over and the guy was just staring at us with the lighter held up to his face. Never shit myself that badly before, nearly had a heart attack.

 

[PBR Streetgang]

This whole thread needs burning.

Well fucked up shit on here.

 

[RedArmy82]

some crazy stuff on here,Its really hard to understand some of these weird coicendences,my grandad died in november unfortunately,me and family were at hospital with him when he died,was strange because all the family were there in room with him,except my auntie who was coming from further away,she managed to get to hospital in time,and my grandad died with us all there,on friday 13th,13.00 hours,my grandad had a dag he loved which was put down few years ago,on november 13th also,very strange how things happen like that,hard to understand

 

[I wank dags as a hobby]

some crazy stuff on here,Its really hard to understand some of these weird coicendences,my grandad died in november unfortunately,me and family were at hospital with him when he died,was strange because all the family were there in room with him,except my auntie who was coming from further away,she managed to get to hospital in time,and my grandad died with us all there,on friday 13th,13.00 hours,my grandad had a dag he loved which was put down few years ago,on november 13th also,very strange how things happen like that,hard to understand

I hope you got a 13.00 appointment for the dag ?

 

[Cockney Red]

Don't read this thread tonight History

Fucking hell, going through this at 3.28am is NOT a good idea...

 

[History]

Reading it at 3 o clock in the afternoon is shit scary!

 

[E=MC Hammer]

Don't read this thread tonight History

Fucking hell, going through this at 3.28am is NOT a good idea...

Yet your post is listed at 3:16 am!!!!

 

[merriman]

Great thread this.

Was working for the family business and was sent over to Hong Kong on a buying trip. Used to do it once or twice a year. Was walking in the streets of Kowlonn (millions of people) and called in to a corner stall for some fags. Was walking out when this Indian guy stopped me and said that my father had been poorly, but not to worry, as he will be better soon. No way he could have known that my father had had a heart attack about 3 months previously.

He then asked me to buy him a coffee as he wanted to chat some more to me. Somewhat fucking staggered I agreed and we went over to a coffee shop on the corner of the street.

He started talking to me - saying all sorts of things about how my life was going to pan out - never was going to have a lot of money, but would never be really poor - was going to be married soon and have 2 kids - would be leaving my job soon (had been working in the family business for 15 years) - all sorts of stuff. He basically said that there was nothing relly bad going to happen - I think. TBH - cannot remember it all now as it was about 17 years ago.

All the time he was talking to me he was writing down stuff on a piece of paper, which he then gave me and told me to screw it up and hold in my hand. He then asked me about ten very basic questions like - at what age did I first have a shag (not his words) and what was my favourite colour, think of an animal - all that malarky - he wrote down the answers one by one - in order.

He then asked me to open the piece of paper in my hand - and it had exactly the same answers in the same order.

If that was a trick - it was a good one. All the things he said would happen all came to pass. I left my job two months later, when I met my wife to be (no) and we now have two kids. Not rich but not skint either.

Walked out of the place feeling very shaky at the time. Why pick on me in amongst 6 million?

 

[Nidge]

This is 100% true. Not chilling for me personally but undoubtedly to the fella it happened too.

Basically, An area near my home town was very well know as being a 'hotspot' for IRA activites, Training in the woods and secret meetings etc etc. There had been some media covergae about arms training again after a lapse of several years whatever.

Anyway, My mate is going for a spin with his friend just driving around they decide to go via this forest and go speeding/handbrakes etc in a clearing (again which would be used for that but also known that it may not be an area to frequent back during the troubles incase you would happen across the IRA)

As they are driving about these lights come onto his car and men wearing balaclavas with rifles come running over to the windscreen and doors roaring at them to stop the car.

My mate and his friend do so and are dragged out of the car by these people in army gear, balaclavas & carrying weapons.- In an area they had just been taking about it used to be used by terrorists.

They tie my mates hands behind his back and as this is happening his friend who was in the car takes off running. One of the army guys turns and fires his gun and his friend falls to the ground. The guy who shot him goes over to him on the ground and fires again.

My mate is in hysterics now as he's just seen his friend been shot dead, The 'IRA' get him to kneel down and tell him if he has any prayers to say them now. It is at this stage that my mate actually pisses himself with fear.

As he's bawling and begging for his life the guys posing as the 'IRA' take off their balalclavas and its all his mates The fucking cunts had been planning it for weeks.

The poor bastard is still nervous. Fuck your ghost stories, something like that would put the shits up you. Its the nastiest hoax i've ever heard of.

 

[MU-MUF-MUFC-OK]

Fuck your ghost stories, something like that would put the shits up you. Its the nastiest hoax i've ever heard of.

Thats the scariest one so far. Proper piss your undies stuff that.

 

[Pozzing Up]

This is 100% true. Not chilling for me personally but undoubtedly to the fella it happened too.

Basically, An area near my home town was very well know as being a 'hotspot' for IRA activites, Training in the woods and secret meetings etc etc. There had been some media covergae about arms training again after a lapse of several years whatever.

Anyway, My mate is going for a spin with his friend just driving around they decide to go via this forest and go speeding/handbrakes etc in a clearing (again which would be used for that but also known that it may not be an area to frequent back during the troubles incase you would happen across the IRA)

As they are driving about these lights come onto his car and men wearing balaclavas with rifles come running over to the windscreen and doors roaring at them to stop the car.

My mate and his friend do so and are dragged out of the car by these people in army gear, balaclavas & carrying weapons.- In an area they had just been taking about it used to be used by terrorists.

They tie my mates hands behind his back and as this is happening his friend who was in the car takes off running. One of the army guys turns and fires his gun and his friend falls to the ground. The guy who shot him goes over to him on the ground and fires again.

My mate is in hysterics now as he's just seen his friend been shot dead, The 'IRA' get him to kneel down and tell him if he has any prayers to say them now. It is at this stage that my mate actually pisses himself with fear.

As he's bawling and begging for his life the guys posing as the 'IRA' take off their balalclavas and its all his mates The fucking cunts had been planning it for weeks.

The poor bastard is still nervous. Fuck your ghost stories, something like that would put the shits up you. Its the nastiest hoax i've ever heard of.

Fucking brilliant

 

[yorkshirered2008]

I am going to have a good read through this now, fuck all else to do

 

[m33red]

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

is this you?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KB-23IoTq28

 

[Other people use me as a sex toy]

I sailed on the Herald of free Enterprise the day before it capsized.

That's Spooky. I sailed on it 1 week before it sank!

 

[The gammon kid]

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......!

Sorry, ive been reading through this thread again, SD, this is SERIOUSLY fucked up, please tell me you made it up?

I swear if she had done her exorcist impression in my car, i would have beheaded it.

 

[sunnydelight]

Sorry, ive been reading through this thread again, SD, this is SERIOUSLY fucked up, please tell me you made it up?

I swear if she had done her exorcist impression in my car, i would have beheaded it.

I kid you not DDS, that is the God's honest truth. I'm shivering now just thinking back to that time in my life..

 

[The gammon kid]

I kid you not DDS, that is the God's honest truth. I'm shivering now just thinking back to that time in my life..

fucking hell

 

[Trafford_Red]

Sunny, sounds like a classic example of the jinn at work.

 

[TOM-LUHG]

Some creepy shit in here.

I've had a few fucked up things happen to me over the years.

Can't be arsed to go into much detail as i'm tired, but a relatively recent incident was a couple of years back.

I was home alone (yes i know, how convenient ) My mam and dad were out at some friends party and were staying there overnight, if i remember correctly. Anyway i'm downstairs watching a bit of telly, must of been around 10-11pm, and something just didn't feel quite right in the house, now i'm not normally the type to get all easily spooked when i'm on my own at night, doesn't bother me in the slightest. But you know when you just get that eery feeling, i started to hear a few bumps from upstairs, i thought get a grip of yourself you twat and played it down as being the cat. This was shortly proven not to be the case, as the cat came to the back door for some meat, tbh i was glad the cat had come in and cuddled up next to me, he can be a vicious fucker to any strangers.

Anyway a hour or so passed, and i hadn't heard anything else so started to feel more at ease again. Decided to turn in for the night, locked up downstairs, put the cat out etc etc.. and headed up.

So i get into bed, and after literally a couple of minutes i start hearing clear as day rustling carrier bags, it was around christmas time and it sounded like it was coming from my parents room (presents kept in there) so i'm thinking FFS, WTF is that all about and thinking did i just imagine that, then i hear it again, get out of bed really starting to shit it tbh. My bedroom door was closed, and i was shit scared to walk out onto the landing into the pitch black, i started to think what if it's burglars who've somehow got in without me seeing them, and actually got tooled up with a crowbar i keep in my room.

After a couple of minutes picked up the courage to go and investigate, turned on all the lights and went in my parents room, now there was some presents in bags in there but in a wardrobe/cupboard, which i doubt i could of heard from my room with the door shut, so i was stumped trying to think of a valid explanation for the rustling noises.

Now to the really fucked up part (all completely true)...

I went to the toilet, then got back into bed still shitting it a bit. I'm lying there and i guarantee 110% this was not my imagination, clear as day a voice in my left ear growls like something out of the fucking exorcist ''GET OUUUUUT'' to this day i still get goosebumps just thinking about it as i am now.

Obviously i took the fuckers advice and shot up out of bed, let out a yelp something along the lines of ''FUCKING SHITTING CUNT'' and legged it downstairs, absolutely pooing my pants at this point thinking what the fucking hell just happened, when suddenly one after the other 2 MASSIVE (wasn't any blue cunts up there as far as i know) bangs on the floorboards come from upstairs, at that point i think fuck this not having it and went out onto my front lawn at about 12am in just my boxers, but didn't give a shit tbh, was fair to say i was terrified. I ended up going round my mates and crashing there for the night, he was taking the piss as you would expect but there was no way i was sleeping there alone after what had just happened.

To this day there is simply no explanation for what happened that night, and just a few weeks later my dad had a equally fucked up experience involving his bed shaking which i wont go into.

Reading this back, it sounds like a load of bollocks but i swear its true. Just as i'm typing that paranormal 2 advert has just come on, could be a sleepless night now.

 

[sunnydelight]

Sunny, sounds like a classic example of the jinn at work.

 

[Trafford_Red]

Feats of unexplained strength, change in voice - sounds just like it.

 

[sunnydelight]

Feats of unexplained strength, change in voice - sounds just like it.

True say and I kinda suspected that after I found our, at a later date, that she had gone to see a witch doctor to go and get some "Jadu" done on me....

 

[JG79]

A few years back my uncle died,he was born in Salford but left when he was 15 and had a career in the navy and lived in Plymouth. Me and my sister went to Plymouth for the funeral. In the pub afterwards while we were talking to some of his old naval colleagues, one chap took out his car keys,on his key ring he had a picture.My sister asked him who was in the picture, he said it was a friends son who had been killed in a traffic accident and showed her the picture. She burst out crying and opened her purse and brought out a picture of the same bloke, it was her next door neighbour. He was from Plymouth but had moved to Bolton when he got married, and sadly been killed.

sorry if this has already been answered in the thread, (only half way through reading them all, cant believe i missed this thread at the time) why did your sister carry around a picture of her neighbour?


Oh and my only contribution would be my little girl was about 12-18 months when she used to sit in her high chair talking away to Henry, always looking above our heads and talking to him and we always used to ask her who it was seeing as I've never met a Henry in my life and neither had she. My wife (no) goes to see a medium now and again, and around this time this medium told my wife about our little girl talking to spirits, and told my wife not to worry its nothing harmful just dont encourage it, so we stopped asking her about it and within a few months she stopped doing it.
Another thing this medium told my wife was about 6 months after we got together, she was telling her how good a bloke I was and that I was the one for her etc, and then went on to tell my wife about a spirit watching over me, my brother and sisters (no) called Len, my wife had no idea about this Len and didn’t think anything of it, the medium then told her about a spirit that was looking out for just me, called David and David had died in an accident falling. Again my wife had no idea who this was (it took me a couple of months to tell her I had 2 sisters lol, she knew about one but not about the other ) and rung my mum after coming away from there to see if she knew anything about it.
Len is my mum’s dad, he died before I was born but used to dote on my sisters, and David was my cousin who was a teacher that died on a school trip to Snowden not long after I was born.

 

[Nidge]

Some creepy shit in here.

I've had a few fucked up things happen to me over the years.

Can't be arsed to go into much detail as i'm tired, but a relatively recent incident was a couple of years back.

I was home alone (yes i know, how convenient ) My mam and dad were out at some friends party and were staying there overnight, if i remember correctly. Anyway i'm downstairs watching a bit of telly, must of been around 10-11pm, and something just didn't feel quite right in the house, now i'm not normally the type to get all easily spooked when i'm on my own at night, doesn't bother me in the slightest. But you know when you just get that eery feeling, i started to hear a few bumps from upstairs, i thought get a grip of yourself you twat and played it down as being the cat. This was shortly proven not to be the case, as the cat came to the back door for some meat, tbh i was glad the cat had come in and cuddled up next to me, he can be a vicious fucker to any strangers.

Anyway a hour or so passed, and i hadn't heard anything else so started to feel more at ease again. Decided to turn in for the night, locked up downstairs, put the cat out etc etc.. and headed up.

So i get into bed, and after literally a couple of minutes i start hearing clear as day rustling carrier bags, it was around christmas time and it sounded like it was coming from my parents room (presents kept in there) so i'm thinking FFS, WTF is that all about and thinking did i just imagine that, then i hear it again, get out of bed really starting to shit it tbh. My bedroom door was closed, and i was shit scared to walk out onto the landing into the pitch black, i started to think what if it's burglars who've somehow got in without me seeing them, and actually got tooled up with a crowbar i keep in my room.

After a couple of minutes picked up the courage to go and investigate, turned on all the lights and went in my parents room, now there was some presents in bags in there but in a wardrobe/cupboard, which i doubt i could of heard from my room with the door shut, so i was stumped trying to think of a valid explanation for the rustling noises.

Now to the really fucked up part (all completely true)...

I went to the toilet, then got back into bed still shitting it a bit. I'm lying there and i guarantee 110% this was not my imagination, clear as day a voice in my left ear growls like something out of the fucking exorcist ''GET OUUUUUT'' to this day i still get goosebumps just thinking about it as i am now.

Obviously i took the fuckers advice and shot up out of bed, let out a yelp something along the lines of ''FUCKING SHITTING CUNT'' and legged it downstairs, absolutely pooing my pants at this point thinking what the fucking hell just happened, when suddenly one after the other 2 MASSIVE (wasn't any blue cunts up there as far as i know) bangs on the floorboards come from upstairs, at that point i think fuck this not having it and went out onto my front lawn at about 12am in just my boxers, but didn't give a shit tbh, was fair to say i was terrified. I ended up going round my mates and crashing there for the night, he was taking the piss as you would expect but there was no way i was sleeping there alone after what had just happened.

To this day there is simply no explanation for what happened that night, and just a few weeks later my dad had a equally fucked up experience involving his bed shaking which i wont go into.

Reading this back, it sounds like a load of bollocks but i swear its true. Just as i'm typing that paranormal 2 advert has just come on, could be a sleepless night now.

Fuck that shit.

 

[cantonastiempos]

Some creepy shit in here.

I've had a few fucked up things happen to me over the years.

Can't be arsed to go into much detail as i'm tired, but a relatively recent incident was a couple of years back.

I was home alone (yes i know, how convenient ) My mam and dad were out at some friends party and were staying there overnight, if i remember correctly. Anyway i'm downstairs watching a bit of telly, must of been around 10-11pm, and something just didn't feel quite right in the house, now i'm not normally the type to get all easily spooked when i'm on my own at night, doesn't bother me in the slightest. But you know when you just get that eery feeling, i started to hear a few bumps from upstairs, i thought get a grip of yourself you twat and played it down as being the cat. This was shortly proven not to be the case, as the cat came to the back door for some meat, tbh i was glad the cat had come in and cuddled up next to me, he can be a vicious fucker to any strangers.

Anyway a hour or so passed, and i hadn't heard anything else so started to feel more at ease again. Decided to turn in for the night, locked up downstairs, put the cat out etc etc.. and headed up.

So i get into bed, and after literally a couple of minutes i start hearing clear as day rustling carrier bags, it was around christmas time and it sounded like it was coming from my parents room (presents kept in there) so i'm thinking FFS, WTF is that all about and thinking did i just imagine that, then i hear it again, get out of bed really starting to shit it tbh. My bedroom door was closed, and i was shit scared to walk out onto the landing into the pitch black, i started to think what if it's burglars who've somehow got in without me seeing them, and actually got tooled up with a crowbar i keep in my room.

After a couple of minutes picked up the courage to go and investigate, turned on all the lights and went in my parents room, now there was some presents in bags in there but in a wardrobe/cupboard, which i doubt i could of heard from my room with the door shut, so i was stumped trying to think of a valid explanation for the rustling noises.

Now to the really fucked up part (all completely true)...

I went to the toilet, then got back into bed still shitting it a bit. I'm lying there and i guarantee 110% this was not my imagination, clear as day a voice in my left ear growls like something out of the fucking exorcist ''GET OUUUUUT'' to this day i still get goosebumps just thinking about it as i am now.

Obviously i took the fuckers advice and shot up out of bed, let out a yelp something along the lines of ''FUCKING SHITTING CUNT'' and legged it downstairs, absolutely pooing my pants at this point thinking what the fucking hell just happened, when suddenly one after the other 2 MASSIVE (wasn't any blue cunts up there as far as i know) bangs on the floorboards come from upstairs, at that point i think fuck this not having it and went out onto my front lawn at about 12am in just my boxers, but didn't give a shit tbh, was fair to say i was terrified. I ended up going round my mates and crashing there for the night, he was taking the piss as you would expect but there was no way i was sleeping there alone after what had just happened.

To this day there is simply no explanation for what happened that night, and just a few weeks later my dad had a equally fucked up experience involving his bed shaking which i wont go into.

Reading this back, it sounds like a load of bollocks but i swear its true. Just as i'm typing that paranormal 2 advert has just come on, could be a sleepless night now.

creepy as fuck that mate.

 

[Trafford_Red]

This is totally 100% true

Basically, theres a family we know of India, and they do spiritual medicine -you know like on most haunted Derek Acorah has a spirit sidekick which he uses to communication with the 'other side' a bit like that. Anyway, if there is something going on in your life, you can ring them and they'll send it down to check out certain things, and then give you ways of ridding yourself of the problem. Trust me on this, they've found shit loads of things going on, and there is absolutely no way of them knowing this stuff back there because our family back in India don't know about this lot.

Anyway, someone we know, whos a bit of a twat, was quite dubious about it and even mocked it, laughing down the phone telling them that were talking bullshit, and doing it for money (which they never ask for) So he asked them to prove it. So they said fine, go anywhere you like, and then call us, we'll then tell you exactly where you are. So he does....being the cunt that he is, he drives all the way to London central, and then calls them on his mobile and asks them to prove it. They tell him on the phone, hes in London, stood next to a red car and then described the area around him - it would have been impossible for them to know any details at all. They also said the entity was quite pissed off with the request and was prepared to hurt him if he wasnt told not to!

 

[Brightside]

Nothing scary like some in this thread. But I was driving down the road the other week and I saw an old guy that looked exactly like the one in Poltergeist 2. He stared right into my eyes as I drove past. Sent a bit of a chill down my spine. Couldn't help but think of his words in the film.........

"God is iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiin, his holy teeeeeeemple. Earthly child, be silent noooow!"