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My husband uses that one too.
This Old Spouse
TOTM Winner May 2013
I've had a number of experiences, but the most notable was a resident ghost in a house my mother and I owned together. We called him Ed, after a previous resident of the house who died there, and he was a prankster. His favorite trick was to turn off the lights in the room you happened to be in. I'd actually seen the light switch being flipped off! He also used to hide things. Once, my mother hung up her clothes on a hook inside the closet door. She was going to put on these clothes the next day, but they were gone! She didn't find them again until we moved out of the house, and she found them hanging up in the very back of the closet where she couldn't even reach. Yet another instance was where my mom tried to get the pantry door open, and she came to me and said it was locked. Well, the door didn't have a lock on it! I watched her as she pulled and pulled, even putting her foot up on the jamb to try to force it. No luck. I walked over and turned the knob and it opened right up. Never happened again. The controls to the electric blanket also went missing (they had been rolled up inside the blanket) and we didn't find them until we moved ... rolled up inside the blanket.
The house we live in now has had dozens of incidents ... all involving marbles! Ever since we moved in 6 years ago, every couple of months I'll find a marble on the floor. Most times there's absolutely no explanation. The last time, about a month ago, I had just vacuumed the living room rug, put the vacuum away, and when I walked back in the living room, there was a marble placed on the carpet. I now have a collection of 20-30 marbles that I've found in random places.
The house we live in now has had dozens of incidents ... all involving marbles! Ever since we moved in 6 years ago, every couple of months I'll find a marble on the floor. Most times there's absolutely no explanation. The last time, about a month ago, I had just vacuumed the living room rug, put the vacuum away, and when I walked back in the living room, there was a marble placed on the carpet. I now have a collection of 20-30 marbles that I've found in random places.
Alm0stAwesome
Fish Aficionado
Oh my goodness I've got goosebumps after reading these!!!
another one for you:
A shop I used to work in a few years ago had some really odd areas in it - you'd go into a corner of the shop and feel really uncomfortable. I'd go into the basement (where the stock was kept) and come back up to the shop begging not to be made to go back down there .. it just felt really uncomfortable ...
One day we got a delivery of duvets - all rolled up in there bags. The manageress asked who was going to go down there with the delivery sheet, check the order and pack them on the shelves ... I made myself busy with a customer! Off she went to do it herself. She came back up a few minutes later as she'd forgotten to take a pen. I handed her a pen and off she went. She came back a few minutes later as white as the driven snow and jibbering. We went to look at what the problem was ... all the duvets were stacked one on top of the other floor to ceiling (and I'm talking about about 20 duvets) and baring in mind the ceiling was about 7ft and the manageress a small woman of about 5ft 3in ....
Aparrently she left them scattered across the floor when she came for the pen and went back downstairs to find them stacked up. Helpful ghost lol
Another day the assistant manager was in a real bad mood and was snapping at me and the other staff. We were getting pretty fed up of her but had to keep quiet for fear of losing our jobs. She decided to go storming off at one point to the back of the shop ... suddenly one of the boards from the display shot across the room and hit her on the head ... again ... helpful ghost
A shop I used to work in a few years ago had some really odd areas in it - you'd go into a corner of the shop and feel really uncomfortable. I'd go into the basement (where the stock was kept) and come back up to the shop begging not to be made to go back down there .. it just felt really uncomfortable ...
One day we got a delivery of duvets - all rolled up in there bags. The manageress asked who was going to go down there with the delivery sheet, check the order and pack them on the shelves ... I made myself busy with a customer! Off she went to do it herself. She came back up a few minutes later as she'd forgotten to take a pen. I handed her a pen and off she went. She came back a few minutes later as white as the driven snow and jibbering. We went to look at what the problem was ... all the duvets were stacked one on top of the other floor to ceiling (and I'm talking about about 20 duvets) and baring in mind the ceiling was about 7ft and the manageress a small woman of about 5ft 3in ....
Aparrently she left them scattered across the floor when she came for the pen and went back downstairs to find them stacked up. Helpful ghost lol
Another day the assistant manager was in a real bad mood and was snapping at me and the other staff. We were getting pretty fed up of her but had to keep quiet for fear of losing our jobs. She decided to go storming off at one point to the back of the shop ... suddenly one of the boards from the display shot across the room and hit her on the head ... again ... helpful ghost
another one for you:
A shop I used to work in a few years ago had some really odd areas in it - you'd go into a corner of the shop and feel really uncomfortable. I'd go into the basement (where the stock was kept) and come back up to the shop begging not to be made to go back down there .. it just felt really uncomfortable ...
One day we got a delivery of duvets - all rolled up in there bags. The manageress asked who was going to go down there with the delivery sheet, check the order and pack them on the shelves ... I made myself busy with a customer! Off she went to do it herself. She came back up a few minutes later as she'd forgotten to take a pen. I handed her a pen and off she went. She came back a few minutes later as white as the driven snow and jibbering. We went to look at what the problem was ... all the duvets were stacked one on top of the other floor to ceiling (and I'm talking about about 20 duvets) and baring in mind the ceiling was about 7ft and the manageress a small woman of about 5ft 3in ....
Aparrently she left them scattered across the floor when she came for the pen and went back downstairs to find them stacked up. Helpful ghost lol
Another day the assistant manager was in a real bad mood and was snapping at me and the other staff. We were getting pretty fed up of her but had to keep quiet for fear of losing our jobs. She decided to go storming off at one point to the back of the shop ... suddenly one of the boards from the display shot across the room and hit her on the head ... again ... helpful ghost
the helpful poultergheist strikes again
every now and then i get voices in my sleep, and when i wake up they are still there... its kinda creepy... i turned the mic on my phone on and they just disappeared... but there was a sort of pop like something discharging and a faint voice... after that my phone turned off for some reason and wouldnt turn back on again because they were apparently drawing the energy from my battery to sustain themselves...
when i go into graveyards i am literally covered in orbs from head to toe and often i give people static shocks if they touch me...
ghost child...
when i go into graveyards i am literally covered in orbs from head to toe and often i give people static shocks if they touch me...
ghost child...
here's a story my Dad told me last year - complete with a photograph - eek!!
We have a really old church and graveyard in the village where I grew up (Dad still lives there) last Autumn two of the flower arranging ladies were walking up the path to the church to re-do the flowers. It's normally done on an evening so it was getting dark.
As they were walking up the path they saw a man approaching them with a spade over his shoulder. "good evening" they said to him. He ignored them. "bit rude" one said to the other "yes" said the other ... just as he walked right through them.
They ran shocked into the church and met the other ladies already there. Obviously calmed down and did the flowers. Once they were done they thought the church looked so nice that they'd take some photographs.
It was then that my Dad handed me the photograph. I ran cold, all the hairs on my neck stood on end ... it was a picture of the alter covered in beautiful flower displays ...and a clear shadowy outline of a vicar, in full robes stood in front of it.
Talk about **** myself!!!
This got round the village - as things do in a small country village. The old retired grave digger then confirmed there are 3 ghosts in this churchyard. One is said to be an old grave digger from years gone by. Another is an old vicar and a third that wanders around the graves.
There are now people in the village who won't go to the churchyard alone and even my Dad no longer goes to visit my Mum's grave if it's coming in dark.
We have a really old church and graveyard in the village where I grew up (Dad still lives there) last Autumn two of the flower arranging ladies were walking up the path to the church to re-do the flowers. It's normally done on an evening so it was getting dark.
As they were walking up the path they saw a man approaching them with a spade over his shoulder. "good evening" they said to him. He ignored them. "bit rude" one said to the other "yes" said the other ... just as he walked right through them.
They ran shocked into the church and met the other ladies already there. Obviously calmed down and did the flowers. Once they were done they thought the church looked so nice that they'd take some photographs.
It was then that my Dad handed me the photograph. I ran cold, all the hairs on my neck stood on end ... it was a picture of the alter covered in beautiful flower displays ...and a clear shadowy outline of a vicar, in full robes stood in front of it.
Talk about **** myself!!!
This got round the village - as things do in a small country village. The old retired grave digger then confirmed there are 3 ghosts in this churchyard. One is said to be an old grave digger from years gone by. Another is an old vicar and a third that wanders around the graves.
There are now people in the village who won't go to the churchyard alone and even my Dad no longer goes to visit my Mum's grave if it's coming in dark.
No, I don't know what Dad did with it and I wouldn't post it up anyway as it could potentially scare someone so much and I wouldn't want to do that - it's not fair on people who are generally terrified.
I have another scary ghost story though if anyone want to hear it
Alm0stAwesome
Fish Aficionado
Go on then!
This Old Spouse
TOTM Winner May 2013
I'd love to here another one! And I'd love to see that photo, too.
I'll be seeing my Dad tomorrow. I'll ask him what happened to it if I remember ... such a scatterbrain!
Anyway. Ghost story number 3 and this one is guarenteed to give me have a sleepless night tonight! *shudder*
10 years ago I was living in an old victorian building. I had the top floor flat. The flat was spread over two floors. From the flat door was the first staircase leading to my bathroom and kitchen. There was then another flight of stairs leading to my 2 bedroom and the living room.
When I'd gone to view the flat I'd got a funny feeling. It was freezing cold and it had a really 'odd' atmosphere. I dismissed it as nerves, agreed to take the place on, paid my first payment and started moving in. The first incident happened when I was moving in. Me and a friend had gone round to drop off some boxes. We'd got back to my car, I put my hand in my pocket for the car keys ... no car keys. "oh, I must've left them behind on the stairs of something, stay with the car and I'll pop back for them" I said to my friend.
Back into the building I went - up the stairs to my new flat door, unlocked it and got half way up the first flight of stairs and then the icy cold hit me. All the hairs rose on the back of my neck and I felt so panicked. I had to force myself the rest of the way to find where I'd put the car keys down. I found them pretty quickly and got the hell outta there pretty #40## fast!!
Anyway, I carried on with the move. My boyfriend of the time was moving in with me - we had quite a terbulant relationship, lots of arguements and fights. He kept telling me the flat was haunted and was going to leave me there on my own. I think I knew the flat was haunted by then anyway cos I kept seeing a figure stood in the middle of the 2nd flight of stairs.
No-one believed me in my family and kept telling me it was the boyfriend putting stupid idea's in my head and trying to scare me.
So, 2 years went by. I threw the boyfriend out after yet another fight and was living there by myself. It was winter time and 3 friends were popping round one friday night. They arrived and I stood at the top of the first flight and invited them in "do you want the front door locking?" my friend Carl asked. "yeah cos it's cold and I've got the gas fire on in the lounge and we can shut the door and keep warm" I said and I watched him turn the key.
We all got a drink (non alcoholic as they were driving and I don't drink) and went up to the lounge closing the door behind us. We got nice and cosy and were sat around chatting and laughing ... and then ...
knock. knock. knock. loudly on the living room door.
We all froze for a second. Kate (one of the friends) jumped up and said she was going to see what had just knocked on the living room door. I screamed no ... I didn't want to know. They all left not long after and I slept with one eye open and the light firmly switched on!!
A few months later I was offered the flat I live in now. It was half the size but it had a better heating and hot water system and a private resident car park for my car so I accepted it.
A few days after I got the keys (and before the power had been connected) I decided to pay a visit as it was just coming in dark. I unlocked the door and came up the stairs ... the feeling was great "hey, how you doing, here again, stay awhile" was what this flat was screaming.
I walked out and went back to my old place
"GET THE HELL OUT OF MY HOME" was what that place was screaming as I walked in.
The final incident happened on moving out. We'd moved almost everything except the bed and a few clothes for the morning. My Dad and I had come to my new place to drop off the last boxes leaving my Mum vacuuming all the carpets at the old flat all by herself (remember ... it's just the boyfriend putting silly idea's in your head?)
When me and Dad arrived back Mum was sat on the top step of the 2nd flight of stairs. She was pale and shaking and muttering and on the verge of tears.
"what's up Mum?" I said
"I turned around and she was stood behind me" was all she could manage to say
"oh? So you believe me now then?" she just nodded and begged my Dad to take her home!!!
I went back a week later to meet with the landlord and hand him back the keys. I was sat on the stairs waiting for him and I swear there was someone stood behind me.
When the landlord arrived I said to him "did you know there's a ghost in this flat?"
"ah" he said. "well I never told you but a number of years ago the birds built a nest in the chimney and it caused the gas fire to leak fumes back into the living room. There was an old lady living here then"
"what happened to her?" I asked.
"it poisoned her, she died in the chair in the living room"
........................................................................................................................
True story and now I've freaked myself out recalling it I'm gonna have a nice restless nights sleep lol
Anyway. Ghost story number 3 and this one is guarenteed to give me have a sleepless night tonight! *shudder*
10 years ago I was living in an old victorian building. I had the top floor flat. The flat was spread over two floors. From the flat door was the first staircase leading to my bathroom and kitchen. There was then another flight of stairs leading to my 2 bedroom and the living room.
When I'd gone to view the flat I'd got a funny feeling. It was freezing cold and it had a really 'odd' atmosphere. I dismissed it as nerves, agreed to take the place on, paid my first payment and started moving in. The first incident happened when I was moving in. Me and a friend had gone round to drop off some boxes. We'd got back to my car, I put my hand in my pocket for the car keys ... no car keys. "oh, I must've left them behind on the stairs of something, stay with the car and I'll pop back for them" I said to my friend.
Back into the building I went - up the stairs to my new flat door, unlocked it and got half way up the first flight of stairs and then the icy cold hit me. All the hairs rose on the back of my neck and I felt so panicked. I had to force myself the rest of the way to find where I'd put the car keys down. I found them pretty quickly and got the hell outta there pretty #40## fast!!
Anyway, I carried on with the move. My boyfriend of the time was moving in with me - we had quite a terbulant relationship, lots of arguements and fights. He kept telling me the flat was haunted and was going to leave me there on my own. I think I knew the flat was haunted by then anyway cos I kept seeing a figure stood in the middle of the 2nd flight of stairs.
No-one believed me in my family and kept telling me it was the boyfriend putting stupid idea's in my head and trying to scare me.
So, 2 years went by. I threw the boyfriend out after yet another fight and was living there by myself. It was winter time and 3 friends were popping round one friday night. They arrived and I stood at the top of the first flight and invited them in "do you want the front door locking?" my friend Carl asked. "yeah cos it's cold and I've got the gas fire on in the lounge and we can shut the door and keep warm" I said and I watched him turn the key.
We all got a drink (non alcoholic as they were driving and I don't drink) and went up to the lounge closing the door behind us. We got nice and cosy and were sat around chatting and laughing ... and then ...
knock. knock. knock. loudly on the living room door.
We all froze for a second. Kate (one of the friends) jumped up and said she was going to see what had just knocked on the living room door. I screamed no ... I didn't want to know. They all left not long after and I slept with one eye open and the light firmly switched on!!
A few months later I was offered the flat I live in now. It was half the size but it had a better heating and hot water system and a private resident car park for my car so I accepted it.
A few days after I got the keys (and before the power had been connected) I decided to pay a visit as it was just coming in dark. I unlocked the door and came up the stairs ... the feeling was great "hey, how you doing, here again, stay awhile" was what this flat was screaming.
I walked out and went back to my old place
"GET THE HELL OUT OF MY HOME" was what that place was screaming as I walked in.
The final incident happened on moving out. We'd moved almost everything except the bed and a few clothes for the morning. My Dad and I had come to my new place to drop off the last boxes leaving my Mum vacuuming all the carpets at the old flat all by herself (remember ... it's just the boyfriend putting silly idea's in your head?)
When me and Dad arrived back Mum was sat on the top step of the 2nd flight of stairs. She was pale and shaking and muttering and on the verge of tears.
"what's up Mum?" I said
"I turned around and she was stood behind me" was all she could manage to say
"oh? So you believe me now then?" she just nodded and begged my Dad to take her home!!!
I went back a week later to meet with the landlord and hand him back the keys. I was sat on the stairs waiting for him and I swear there was someone stood behind me.
When the landlord arrived I said to him "did you know there's a ghost in this flat?"
"ah" he said. "well I never told you but a number of years ago the birds built a nest in the chimney and it caused the gas fire to leak fumes back into the living room. There was an old lady living here then"
"what happened to her?" I asked.
"it poisoned her, she died in the chair in the living room"
........................................................................................................................
True story and now I've freaked myself out recalling it I'm gonna have a nice restless nights sleep lol
Ahahh, nice little story. I'll still only believe it all when I see it though
Ahahh, nice little story. I'll still only believe it all when I see it though
Each to their own. I am the same if I'm being honest. I'm not religious for the same reason
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