I have a few ghostly stories. Here are a couple. Make of them what you want. I know these things happened.
Story 1
When I was little we were sent to stay in a women's refuge. The building had once been a hospital and old people's home. It was a creepy building with its own morgue. That was generally locked and never used. We had to stay in the oldest part of the building. Our room was more of a victorian type dormitory. One night I woke up and there was a woman praying at the end of my sisters bed oposite mine. I remember thinking it was my sister at first because the figure had long white hair. My sister has natural almost white blonde hair. The person was wearing a sleeveless dark pink summer dress and was an adult. I saw her from behind with a slight side profile. But no details. The room was very dark. I remember travelling on the train getting there and it was pitch black outside so it must have been autumn/winter time. But the woman had a kind of light to her. I think the rest of the room was pretty dark. Years later my other sister described her in a conversation. But my mum insisted there was no one with long white hair staying there at the time. My sister was adamant there was a women of that discription who would look after her, she would have been about 5 at the time we stayed there. She slept in the bed next to mine. Thankfully I didn't wake up when the women was sat by her bed.
Story 2
Years ago I worked briefly as a night time career in an old people's home in another very old building. Every member of staff had ghostly experiences. At the start of the shift we would lock the outside doors. One door we had to triple lock. But regularly we would find it wide open. Most members of staff would here voices. I only did once I went up stairs by myself to stock a cupboard. I was working away when I started hearing a voice and then it felt like someone was whispering in my ear. I basically ran into the first room I came across to "room check". There was always two members of staff on at night. One time I was in the kitchen and the other staff member was in the laundry area next door. I heard was sounded like heavy furniture being dragged across the floor. The room above was a sitting room that was not used much. I actually thought the other staff member might be moving something but when I went to check I bumped into her coming out of the laundry and we could still hear the noises. We went to check. Coulnt find anything. We checked on all the residents. Most of whom need zipper frames. They were nearly all asleep. The only resident still awake told me off for making a noise and waking her.
Welcome back Edd. I'm fairly openminded about things, I'm not religeous and have no strong beliefs about the supernatural but I have had one experience to which I have never found an explanation.
When I was in secondry school I had a friend who lived in a very old house with a really checkered history. One day we were in the house alone when the front door banged and heavy footsteps walked down the tiled hall towards us in the kitchen. My friend shouted hello expecting one of her family to call back. When no one answered we walked down the hall and turned the corner towards the front door, it was then we noticed that the step ladder was still leaning against the door, we had used it earlier to reach something in the cloakroom cupboard. No one could have come in the door without knocking it over.
Have to say we were a bit creeped out at the time and I never felt quite comfortable in the house again.
Two examples - 1 personal experience, the other that of a friend of mine.
In the first I was at a friend's house one evening when I heard footsteps running across the floor above me. Knowing it was their young son's bedroom I said I thought he would be asleep by now. My friend just smiled and said "He is, that happens all the time and there's never anybody there". My friend is a very level headed farmer and not one to fantasise. What actually caused the noise neither he nor I know.
In the second my best mate's girlfriend was ill in hospital. As she was a nurse at that hospital, and therefore known to many of the patients, she was in a side ward to provide her with some privacy. He called me one evening to see if I wanted to go for a drink. This was unusual in itself as he wasn't a big drinker and certainly didn't tend to go out in the week. When I met him he looked pale and agitated. He explained that his girlfriend had been very argumentative when he visited her, they had rowed, and he got up to leave. A drinking glass which had been beside the basin, well out of reach of his girlfriend had shot across the room. Not surprisingly is scared the **** out of him. He said there had been a few previous instances where he thought items had moved but he put it down to imagination, but not this time.
As an ex policeman I have never believed in this subject. Much of what people experience is usually a result of an over active imagination. Even when people experience real events their recall of those events is never accurate and an event witnessed by multiple people will result in a number of differing accounts of the same event. I am however open minded as there is more on this planet we don't fully understand than that we do. So I am neutral on this. I do find some of the TV programmes hilarious however.
I don't have any ghostly goings on to recount, but I do have a story of amazing coincidences. My dear old dad was a dairy farmer, and died when I was just 14, I loved him very much , I was devastated, and all our lives changed.
I'm in my early sixties now, and ten years ago my husband had to go into hospital for an operation. The consultant told us that it's a very delicate procedure, and if it goes wrong it can go catastrophically wrong and he would be paralysed. The condition was progressive and would itself paralyse him if not treated. He had no choice but to have the operation. It was cancelled no less than 5 times due to lack of beds, and when the operation finally took place it wasn't a complete success. The consultant said that he would have to perform another operation and that this time he was having a specialist colleague from another hospital to help him. Several weeks later, the second operation took place and my husband was in theatre/recovery etc. for 8 hours.
I kept phoning and being told that he wasn't back on the ward yet, but to go in for normal visiting hours. That meant a 40 mile round trip in the dark (it was the middle of winter) and I lost count of how many times I had to make the journey. I had no family around me, but thankfully I did have a lovely neighbour who looked after my dog whilst I was visiting.
I could barely contain myself on the day of the second operation and I took my dog out for a walk in the afternoon. We were walking along one of our usual tracks when I saw a group of walkers coming towards me. I was in no mood to chat to anyone - chances are I would have burst into tears. I veered off the track, trudged along what looked like a foxes run and found a large rock to sit on. I was deep in thought, prodding idly at the ground with my walking pole when it hit something hard in the earth. I looked down and could see what appeared to be an oval shaped metal disc, it was covered in dried mud and I couldn't tell what it was. I put it in my pocket and went back onto the track once the walkers had passed.
When I got home I washed the disc, and it took a bit of scrubbing to get all the dried mud off. It turned out to be a pendant, made of some kind of grey metal. It had a picture of a little cherub in the centre, and around the outside was the inscription DAUGHTER PLEASE DRIVE SAFELY. A little shiver ran down my spine, I immediately thought of Dad, and then I turned the pendant over. On the back was another inscription which simply said YOUR GUARDIAN ANGEL. The inscription on the front was obviously an original part of the pendant, but the one on the back was in a different format and almost certainly added after purchase.
It could not have been more appropriate, and what an incredible coincidence. I could have chosen one of a dozen places to go for a walk, if those walkers hadn't been coming towards me, I wouldn't have veered off the track. If I hadn't taken my walking pole I wouldn't have been prodding at the earth. If the original owner hadn't sat on that rock, they might not have dropped it. All coincidences, but it gave me great comfort, I didn't feel so alone, and I drove to the hospital that evening feeling very positive.
The operation was successful - very clever doctors - my husband was left with a slight limp, but otherwise made a full recovery. I still have the pendant, and often wonder about who lost it.
I used to work behind the bar in Middlesbrough town hall, it had two main areas, upstairs main bar which is attached to the large theatre and the downstairs bar (which we call the crypt) which is used for bands, parties etc.
The staff entrance is to one side of the building and you enter in onto the staff staircase, one set of stairs on you left going up to main bar, set of stairs on your right going down to the crypt, I arrived in and heard a party going on downstairs (people laughing, talking, walking about and big band music playing) it was the weekend before the VE celebrations so didn't think anything about it.
Anyway headed upstairs to find the manager to find out which bar I'd be working, only for the boss to say that only the main bar was open tonight because the crypt was closed tonight for refurbishment ready for the xmas season parties. I mentioned the fact that there was a lot of noise going on downstairs for a closed night.
So we both headed down the staircase hearing the music and people get louder until we reached the staff entrance. we took one step onto the crypt staircase and then....silence. we got to the crypt and it was locked up, dark and all the tables and chairs were neatly stacked to one side.... we both had a drink of something strong before we started work that night.
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Fishy. Yes, we are. That is amazing enough without hocus pocus.
I have a few ghostly stories. Here are a couple. Make of them what you want. I know these things happened.
Story 1
When I was little we were sent to stay in a women's refuge. The building had once been a hospital and old people's home. It was a creepy building with its own morgue. That was generally locked and never used. We had to stay in the oldest part of the building. Our room was more of a victorian type dormitory. One night I woke up and there was a woman praying at the end of my sisters bed oposite mine. I remember thinking it was my sister at first because the figure had long white hair. My sister has natural almost white blonde hair. The person was wearing a sleeveless dark pink summer dress and was an adult. I saw her from behind with a slight side profile. But no details. The room was very dark. I remember travelling on the train getting there and it was pitch black outside so it must have been autumn/winter time. But the woman had a kind of light to her. I think the rest of the room was pretty dark. Years later my other sister described her in a conversation. But my mum insisted there was no one with long white hair staying there at the time. My sister was adamant there was a women of that discription who would look after her, she would have been about 5 at the time we stayed there. She slept in the bed next to mine. Thankfully I didn't wake up when the women was sat by her bed.
Story 2
Years ago I worked briefly as a night time career in an old people's home in another very old building. Every member of staff had ghostly experiences. At the start of the shift we would lock the outside doors. One door we had to triple lock. But regularly we would find it wide open. Most members of staff would here voices. I only did once I went up stairs by myself to stock a cupboard. I was working away when I started hearing a voice and then it felt like someone was whispering in my ear. I basically ran into the first room I came across to "room check". There was always two members of staff on at night. One time I was in the kitchen and the other staff member was in the laundry area next door. I heard was sounded like heavy furniture being dragged across the floor. The room above was a sitting room that was not used much. I actually thought the other staff member might be moving something but when I went to check I bumped into her coming out of the laundry and we could still hear the noises. We went to check. Coulnt find anything. We checked on all the residents. Most of whom need zipper frames. They were nearly all asleep. The only resident still awake told me off for making a noise and waking her.
Welcome home Edd
Welcome back Edd. I'm fairly openminded about things, I'm not religeous and have no strong beliefs about the supernatural but I have had one experience to which I have never found an explanation.
When I was in secondry school I had a friend who lived in a very old house with a really checkered history. One day we were in the house alone when the front door banged and heavy footsteps walked down the tiled hall towards us in the kitchen. My friend shouted hello expecting one of her family to call back. When no one answered we walked down the hall and turned the corner towards the front door, it was then we noticed that the step ladder was still leaning against the door, we had used it earlier to reach something in the cloakroom cupboard. No one could have come in the door without knocking it over.
Have to say we were a bit creeped out at the time and I never felt quite comfortable in the house again.
Two examples - 1 personal experience, the other that of a friend of mine.
In the first I was at a friend's house one evening when I heard footsteps running across the floor above me. Knowing it was their young son's bedroom I said I thought he would be asleep by now. My friend just smiled and said "He is, that happens all the time and there's never anybody there". My friend is a very level headed farmer and not one to fantasise. What actually caused the noise neither he nor I know.
In the second my best mate's girlfriend was ill in hospital. As she was a nurse at that hospital, and therefore known to many of the patients, she was in a side ward to provide her with some privacy. He called me one evening to see if I wanted to go for a drink. This was unusual in itself as he wasn't a big drinker and certainly didn't tend to go out in the week. When I met him he looked pale and agitated. He explained that his girlfriend had been very argumentative when he visited her, they had rowed, and he got up to leave. A drinking glass which had been beside the basin, well out of reach of his girlfriend had shot across the room. Not surprisingly is scared the **** out of him. He said there had been a few previous instances where he thought items had moved but he put it down to imagination, but not this time.
As an ex policeman I have never believed in this subject. Much of what people experience is usually a result of an over active imagination. Even when people experience real events their recall of those events is never accurate and an event witnessed by multiple people will result in a number of differing accounts of the same event. I am however open minded as there is more on this planet we don't fully understand than that we do. So I am neutral on this. I do find some of the TV programmes hilarious however.
I don't have any ghostly goings on to recount, but I do have a story of amazing coincidences. My dear old dad was a dairy farmer, and died when I was just 14, I loved him very much , I was devastated, and all our lives changed.
I'm in my early sixties now, and ten years ago my husband had to go into hospital for an operation. The consultant told us that it's a very delicate procedure, and if it goes wrong it can go catastrophically wrong and he would be paralysed. The condition was progressive and would itself paralyse him if not treated. He had no choice but to have the operation. It was cancelled no less than 5 times due to lack of beds, and when the operation finally took place it wasn't a complete success. The consultant said that he would have to perform another operation and that this time he was having a specialist colleague from another hospital to help him. Several weeks later, the second operation took place and my husband was in theatre/recovery etc. for 8 hours.
I kept phoning and being told that he wasn't back on the ward yet, but to go in for normal visiting hours. That meant a 40 mile round trip in the dark (it was the middle of winter) and I lost count of how many times I had to make the journey. I had no family around me, but thankfully I did have a lovely neighbour who looked after my dog whilst I was visiting.
I could barely contain myself on the day of the second operation and I took my dog out for a walk in the afternoon. We were walking along one of our usual tracks when I saw a group of walkers coming towards me. I was in no mood to chat to anyone - chances are I would have burst into tears. I veered off the track, trudged along what looked like a foxes run and found a large rock to sit on. I was deep in thought, prodding idly at the ground with my walking pole when it hit something hard in the earth. I looked down and could see what appeared to be an oval shaped metal disc, it was covered in dried mud and I couldn't tell what it was. I put it in my pocket and went back onto the track once the walkers had passed.
When I got home I washed the disc, and it took a bit of scrubbing to get all the dried mud off. It turned out to be a pendant, made of some kind of grey metal. It had a picture of a little cherub in the centre, and around the outside was the inscription DAUGHTER PLEASE DRIVE SAFELY. A little shiver ran down my spine, I immediately thought of Dad, and then I turned the pendant over. On the back was another inscription which simply said YOUR GUARDIAN ANGEL. The inscription on the front was obviously an original part of the pendant, but the one on the back was in a different format and almost certainly added after purchase.
It could not have been more appropriate, and what an incredible coincidence. I could have chosen one of a dozen places to go for a walk, if those walkers hadn't been coming towards me, I wouldn't have veered off the track. If I hadn't taken my walking pole I wouldn't have been prodding at the earth. If the original owner hadn't sat on that rock, they might not have dropped it. All coincidences, but it gave me great comfort, I didn't feel so alone, and I drove to the hospital that evening feeling very positive.
The operation was successful - very clever doctors - my husband was left with a slight limp, but otherwise made a full recovery. I still have the pendant, and often wonder about who lost it.
I used to work behind the bar in Middlesbrough town hall, it had two main areas, upstairs main bar which is attached to the large theatre and the downstairs bar (which we call the crypt) which is used for bands, parties etc.
The staff entrance is to one side of the building and you enter in onto the staff staircase, one set of stairs on you left going up to main bar, set of stairs on your right going down to the crypt, I arrived in and heard a party going on downstairs (people laughing, talking, walking about and big band music playing) it was the weekend before the VE celebrations so didn't think anything about it.
Anyway headed upstairs to find the manager to find out which bar I'd be working, only for the boss to say that only the main bar was open tonight because the crypt was closed tonight for refurbishment ready for the xmas season parties. I mentioned the fact that there was a lot of noise going on downstairs for a closed night.
So we both headed down the staircase hearing the music and people get louder until we reached the staff entrance. we took one step onto the crypt staircase and then....silence. we got to the crypt and it was locked up, dark and all the tables and chairs were neatly stacked to one side.... we both had a drink of something strong before we started work that night.
What a wonderful story Birdyboots, I felt quite emotional reading it.
That was weird, Treehugger.