I want your very own (or someone you know) spooky stories all over this thread.

Gimme what you got.

Here's one of my most recent ones from another thread posted by Kat:

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A couple of years ago when my grandmother died, on the night she actually passed away I was at home looking for my glasses.

I had gotten so frustrated at not finding them, I had sat on the bed to have a bit of sulk about it. Then something caught my attention in the corner of my eye. It was only there for a few seconds but it was kind of funnel-like and brilliant white. I just thought it was a trick of the light or something and for some reason, I dismissed it very quickly.

A few minutes later, my brother called to tell me that my grandmother had just died. He had been there with her in the room when it had happened. I've had relatives and friends pass on since but have never experienced anything similar. It could have just been a coincidence but I reckon it has a lot to do with how 'close' you are to someone. I had lived with her for some years so we were quite close.

There are many stories out there about 'feelings' and signs at the time that a loved one passes on. If you have any, share!

batou:

Thanks batou - keep em coming!

irrepressible:

Kat:

Thanks irre. I find, if you find yourself in a similar situation again, the first thing your brain will try and do is rationalise the experience, which is useful and exactly what it's supposed to do, but you should always try and remember your gut instinct at that very minute.

You mention that it felt as if something passed through you. So, you see - you have had an experience all your own! And I bet there are plenty more if you sit and think about it a bit. Thanks for sharing.

Cheers Kattykitt - that made me go all goosebumpy!

Also made me think of this one:

Couple of years ago I worked in a stockroom in a shop down the road from me. It was a music store and it was my job to process stock, price cds...that kind of thing.

I was only there for a few months, but I started to notice weird things, particularly about the stock room. Occassionally, I'd feel something brush past me but there'd be nobody there. I'd feel something pulling on my trouser-leg and I got poked a few times in the sides, like there were some naughtly kids hiding in there or something.

On one occassion, I felt hands on my hips, as if someone was trying to get past me. The stockroom was very small and sometimes there'd be five or six of us in there. We were always tripping over eachother and having to manouvre around like this, so I thought nothing of it and moved to the side so whoever it was could get by. Guess what? Nobody there!

Another time I was bending over a desk stickering some stock. My friend was on the other side of the stock room doing the same. As is my won't, my arse was half hanging out of my jeans at the time. I felt something on my "runway area", if you like, and I assumed it was my mate spitting paperballs through a straw at my backside or something. Thinking about it, it did feel a bit like someone sticking a cheeky finger down there...you know, the kind of stuff a mischievous child might do, or as if to say "put your fat arse away".

Anyway, I spun around and reprimanded my friend but she hadn't a clue what I was on about. I told her what happened and about the other stuff and she confirmed that others had said similar things happened to them there too.

At no point was it scary, whatsoever and I definitely had the "feeling" that whoever this was, they were very young and liked to play games.

A few months after leaving I was walking past the same shop and not thinking about it at all, as I had not worked there since. It's not an exageration to say that somebody slapped my bottom! As with everything that happened there, it felt like an actual physical slap. I spun around to give someone an earful for being so cheeky and there was no fecker there again. It's only then that I thought, hang on, look where I'm walking past. The street I was on ran adjacent to the shop and the stockroom door was only a few meters away.

I have never experienced 'physical' sensations before or since but I am a firm believer now. It's like all of this stuff. I think you have to experience it for yourself before you can truly pass judgment. The shame of it is, many people do but just dismiss it.

Angelchemuel:

OK...Kat's thread just reminded me of another one.

About eight years ago I was living alone in a rented flat. I never had any real issues there except for these :

One night, I experienced what some might call 'night terrors'. Never had them before or since, but it was bloody scary.

I remember lying there looking at the bedroom door. I know I wasn't asleep and that I was conscious of everything that was happening. My eyes were still open as I could see the bedroom door.

It started with a loud ringing in my head. This eventually progressed and kind of morphed into something like a baby crying really loudly. This eventually changed into a woman's voice, or a child's voice and was sort of a high pitched screechy sound.

All the while, my eyes are fixed on the bedroom door. If anyone has seen the film 'Ghost', that is the best way I can think of to describe what happened next. There is a scene where the lower spirits come up from the ground to drag a man's soul down to hell with them. They kind of form up out of the ground in black swathes. This is kind of what started to happen to my bedroom doorframe. There were kind of like whispy black tendrils forming from the frame and flowing into the opening inside the frame.

While this was happening the screeching changed to a scream and then to a man's voice. It was really quite loud and by this time I was bricking it a bit. Words began to form out of the scream which just sound to me like "this is my grave, this is my grave" over and over. This man, whoever he was, was seemingly very upset.

It went on for what seemed like ages and all the while I felt like I was paralysed and could not move. Nothing ever touched me or entered the room, but this shouting and weird black stuff carried on forming and changing. Eventually, something inside me told me I had to make myself sit up, which I did manage to do after some struggling. I then found myself waving my hand over the crown of my head - I've no idea why.

Whatever I did, the shouting stopped and vision dissipated. Even then though, I went back to sleep shortly afterwards, so I can't have been that scared.

I saw things there a couple of times as well as that. One time a friend came to visit and was sat in my front room. I was in the bedroom getting something, but when I came back to the front room my friend looked a little spooked. "Who was that?" he asked.

I thought he was messing about until he described that he'd seen someone walk from my kitchen, passed the front room door and on into the bathroom. I had seen exactly the same a couple of time from the corner of my eye, but hadn't mentioned it to him for fear of ridicule.

He then went on to describe the man as wearing some sort of hooded top. Again, exactly what I had seen.

I don't live there any more.

Thoreau:

That some freaky sh*t thoreau! Thanks for sharing.

I remember seeing a good few posts @ DIF re stick-men and things trying to get at people and pull them through walls n stuff.

There certainly is some messed up stuff going on out there, but people often aren't brave enough to talk about it. I hope peeps continue to use this place for that.

More please, everyone!

Thought of another one but this one was definitely a dream.

I had it when I was about 11 but have remembered it quite vividly all this time because it was so terrifying to me at the time.

I don't really remember how it started or ended but I found myself in this big, old mansion or castle. There was a party of some sort going on and everyone there was wearing 18th century garb with powdered wigs and stuff.

I remember feeling a bit embarassed I seemed to be dressed in rags. At some point, I was taken to a large dining room with wood panelling and candles. There was a huge table in the middle, lavishly laid out with silver cutlery and weird looking food. I was placed on the table and made to dance...for some reason.

I remember being pushed and pulled around the table by those that were seated there. I remember something that struck me as odd was that none of them had facial details that I could make out. I never saw any masks or anything, just a sort of hole where the face should be. Otherwise, they were all dressed similarly with the white wigs and fancy clothes.

Eventually, they got bored of me and I was passed down to the end of the table where there was an open hatch in the floor. I remember being thrown down into some sort of cellar or dungeon and that's about it.

As I said, I don't remember any other dreams from that age so this must have put the willies right up me.

Ab Origine wrote:
Was it that place, Kat?

hmmm.. i smell post whoring!

thanks for bringing these over

irrepressible:

Shit irre.

I'm all out of spookyness for now. Anyone else?

Peabrain:

Thanks peabrain. I read that quite a lot about whatever it is scarpering pretty quick if you drop the fear. Perhaps there really is something to that whole "feeding" of fear angle?

It's either that, or it really spooks 'them' when they know you know they are there...if that makes sense?