Inspired by Retrojoe's post, here's an experience from when I was about six years old. We used to live in a spooky house on the Cannock Road and one night I woke up hearing voices from outside my window chanting Tenshon, Tenshon, Tenshon. Okay, they were not saying Tenshon but my real name but you get the idea. Shit scared, I went and woke up my old dear up and in my petrified state told her there were people in our garden. She reassured me there wasn't and went and looked out the window and again told me there was no one there. Unconvinced, I crept up behind her and looked out myself and saw a bonfire burning with about a dozen blokes dressed in black with black top hats walking in circles around the bonfire. They were chanting Tenshon, Tenshon, Tenshon. To this day my mum recalls the story and how I turned blue and screamed so loud I woke the whole house up. Twenty five years later the image of what I saw is still vivid in my mind, yet my mum saw nothing. Explain that?
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I don't generally like to tell my super-natural experiences, they're like dreams most of the time no one's really interested.
I have many stories i can recall but these are a select few, the first was aged 9, it was summer time and I'd just got in bed, so the night was still light, I'm playing with some toy horses and I hear a wind whooshing kind of noise - with that all the books from my book shelf began flapping and flying around my room. As i scream out for my Mum they drop to the floor, where they remained for many days.
Years later when Mum and I discussed that night, which at the time she tried to convince me was a dream, she admitted how unusual it was, as it had only been minutes after I'd gone up to bed.
Whilst I was a pupil at Chetwynd I did Ouija boards, contacting spirits that led us to their burial places and harming some of us physically after threats to do just that.
I saw a ghost whilst I lived on the Newport Road as a reflection in the mirror, and a ghost dog in another house as it passed me on the stairs.
I used to go to spiritualist church until a medium told me I have a silver aura, which means i have the powers to contact and be contacted by spirits, this, after all my experiences was the one thing that truly freaked me and I've not yet returned.
Retrojoe your story gave me goosebumps as I read.
Rentaghost .
I have many stories i can recall but these are a select few, the first was aged 9, it was summer time and I'd just got in bed, so the night was still light, I'm playing with some toy horses and I hear a wind whooshing kind of noise - with that all the books from my book shelf began flapping and flying around my room. As i scream out for my Mum they drop to the floor, where they remained for many days.
Years later when Mum and I discussed that night, which at the time she tried to convince me was a dream, she admitted how unusual it was, as it had only been minutes after I'd gone up to bed.
Whilst I was a pupil at Chetwynd I did Ouija boards, contacting spirits that led us to their burial places and harming some of us physically after threats to do just that.
I saw a ghost whilst I lived on the Newport Road as a reflection in the mirror, and a ghost dog in another house as it passed me on the stairs.
I used to go to spiritualist church until a medium told me I have a silver aura, which means i have the powers to contact and be contacted by spirits, this, after all my experiences was the one thing that truly freaked me and I've not yet returned.
Retrojoe your story gave me goosebumps as I read.
Rentaghost .
My uncle used to work at the old Lucas Tires place at Greyfriars back in the 80s. One stormy night he was called up by one of his bosses to go to the stores to sort something out - can't remember what it was. Anyways, he made the long drive from Tittensor, opened up, and went into the stores.
Bending down to pick something up, he glimpsed movement across the room. Looking up, he saw a monk, face hidden by the dark shadow of his hood, but obviously looking in his direction. Upon glancing away, then turning back to where the 'monk' had been stood, he saw that the monk had vanished.
I remember my Nan staying over at ours one night when I was little, and me disturbing her by talking. When she came into my room to ask what was going on, I told her I'd been talking to a little boy in a Victorian style sailor suit. She gave me the usual "There's nothing there" reassurances, and I happily went back to sleep. Nothing odd about that, as I used to get high temperatures and hallucinate/ramble on about bollocks etc.
When I was recounting this story to my Mum though, she told me about the time she also heard me talking at night, so came into my room to see what was up. When she asked me who I was talking to, I said, "The little boy in blue". When she asked where he was, I replied, "Right next to you". At which point she got all shivery and stuff. Again, probably attributable to my mental night activities, but cool to think it could have been some camp little Victorian boy's spirit.
At a wedding some years ago, a distant family member by marriage told us about visiting a Cathedral (might have been Lichfield - can't remember) and seeing this nice little chapel. Anyway, this chapel was cordoned off for some service or other and they could hear people singing in there etc, so they decided to walk round the cathedral and go back to the chapel a while later when the service had finished.
So, after a little walk round, they went back to where they thought the chapel was, but they couldn't find it. After a fruitless search they went and asked a member of staff where it was, only to be informed that there was no such chapel, but that they weren't the first to have seen it and not be able to find it.
Bending down to pick something up, he glimpsed movement across the room. Looking up, he saw a monk, face hidden by the dark shadow of his hood, but obviously looking in his direction. Upon glancing away, then turning back to where the 'monk' had been stood, he saw that the monk had vanished.
I remember my Nan staying over at ours one night when I was little, and me disturbing her by talking. When she came into my room to ask what was going on, I told her I'd been talking to a little boy in a Victorian style sailor suit. She gave me the usual "There's nothing there" reassurances, and I happily went back to sleep. Nothing odd about that, as I used to get high temperatures and hallucinate/ramble on about bollocks etc.
When I was recounting this story to my Mum though, she told me about the time she also heard me talking at night, so came into my room to see what was up. When she asked me who I was talking to, I said, "The little boy in blue". When she asked where he was, I replied, "Right next to you". At which point she got all shivery and stuff. Again, probably attributable to my mental night activities, but cool to think it could have been some camp little Victorian boy's spirit.
At a wedding some years ago, a distant family member by marriage told us about visiting a Cathedral (might have been Lichfield - can't remember) and seeing this nice little chapel. Anyway, this chapel was cordoned off for some service or other and they could hear people singing in there etc, so they decided to walk round the cathedral and go back to the chapel a while later when the service had finished.
So, after a little walk round, they went back to where they thought the chapel was, but they couldn't find it. After a fruitless search they went and asked a member of staff where it was, only to be informed that there was no such chapel, but that they weren't the first to have seen it and not be able to find it.
Augustus Gloop
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The Swan pub is haunted. End of and fact.
That's all I'm going to say about the matter. They can hear you know.
Oh, and the church in Bednall and the school too.
That's all I'm going to say about the matter. They can hear you know.
Oh, and the church in Bednall and the school too.
BBC
You knows it
Spooky stuff!
Did anyone see Derek Acorah's Ghost town's when he came to Stafford?? Was quite possible one of the funniest things i've ever seen. For anyone who doesn't know Acorah is a dodgy scouse failed footballer with a slick back haircut who goes around 'cliaming' to be some phychic medium extraodinaire.
Anyways he came to the ford last year to make his program and set up his ghostbusting team in back to the future square. From there he set off in his ghostbusting mobile (a vauxhall vectra with blue neon sill lights) to rid the town of evil spirits!
He went to the Surgery pub (big up to Podz for his special appearence) where he found a vortex next to the fag machine!
Then he went to the gatehouse where he shat up some old women who worked there.
Best off all he went to the Stafford arms pub and told the young landlady (who had just taken over) that the place was haunted by some psychotic rapist murderer who had it in for her!! priceless stuff! Having spoken to the previous landlord, he confirmed to me that the place was indeed haunted by some crazed fool. He said he used to take him on! Which for anyone that met him isn't hard to believe.
Here's the blurb:
Ghost Towns Live
SERIES 2 - EPISODE GUIDE
Episode 1 - Stafford
Derek Acorah and the team arrive in Stafford to stories of hauntings in four main venues including a music venue, The Surgery, The Gatehouse Theatre, a museum - The Ancient High House and The Stafford Arms public house. Each location pulls it punches, literally in the museum as Derek discovers a vortex and is punched in the stomach by a spirit. Then it's Danniella's turn for some spiritual abuse as Derek channels a spirit that calls her a "slag" and makes her cry. In the pub Derek also becomes trapped in a trance by a somewhat evil spirit, causing concern for the team. Derek also relays astonishing information of a man's deceased nephew in an enlightening doorstop divination.
Did anyone see Derek Acorah's Ghost town's when he came to Stafford?? Was quite possible one of the funniest things i've ever seen. For anyone who doesn't know Acorah is a dodgy scouse failed footballer with a slick back haircut who goes around 'cliaming' to be some phychic medium extraodinaire.
Anyways he came to the ford last year to make his program and set up his ghostbusting team in back to the future square. From there he set off in his ghostbusting mobile (a vauxhall vectra with blue neon sill lights) to rid the town of evil spirits!
He went to the Surgery pub (big up to Podz for his special appearence) where he found a vortex next to the fag machine!
Then he went to the gatehouse where he shat up some old women who worked there.
Best off all he went to the Stafford arms pub and told the young landlady (who had just taken over) that the place was haunted by some psychotic rapist murderer who had it in for her!! priceless stuff! Having spoken to the previous landlord, he confirmed to me that the place was indeed haunted by some crazed fool. He said he used to take him on! Which for anyone that met him isn't hard to believe.
Here's the blurb:
Ghost Towns Live
SERIES 2 - EPISODE GUIDE
Episode 1 - Stafford
Derek Acorah and the team arrive in Stafford to stories of hauntings in four main venues including a music venue, The Surgery, The Gatehouse Theatre, a museum - The Ancient High House and The Stafford Arms public house. Each location pulls it punches, literally in the museum as Derek discovers a vortex and is punched in the stomach by a spirit. Then it's Danniella's turn for some spiritual abuse as Derek channels a spirit that calls her a "slag" and makes her cry. In the pub Derek also becomes trapped in a trance by a somewhat evil spirit, causing concern for the team. Derek also relays astonishing information of a man's deceased nephew in an enlightening doorstop divination.
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#chaplife
yeah i saw that.. was well funny - podz got really involved! lol.. of course, he'll tell you now that it was all bollards, but you can tell he was bricking it in the program lol..BBC said:
BBC said:
the guy is a genius lol.. and it's not often i say that about scousers..he can say whatever the hell he likes then blame it on ghosts - he's like peter venkman but with lego clip on hair and a dodgy accent!
I remember once I was walking home after a night out. It was about 2am and the fog was setting. As I passed the roundabout by the rugby club I saw the silloheutte of an ethereal figure lying down in the road. Nervously, I continued to walk closer towards the phantom. As I got closer I could see it was a man, he was wearing a yellow coat. When I got within five yards I could a face. It was Gilly, fast asleep on the Newport Road.
Andreas Rex
Banned for smiling
TENSHON said:
excellent!!
When I was a baby my mum and I lived in Cairo in an apartment. One night, in an aparment in the flat across the road, a priest was spending the night doing an exorcism (they're keen on that over there). In the early hours of the morning, my mum was woken by a weird sound on the balcony. She thought it was a bit off so went to look, and found one of my balls bouncing all on its own, no wind, nothing to make it bounce at all. I think she watched it for a while and it just kept on bouncing, then went back to bed, terrified. The story still makes me shiver even though I've heard it a dozen times!
rich upsetter
Cuffy is the new skill
i thought you were of the female variety noir?noir2985 said:
cookie_monster
Well-Known Forumite
a bit of wee nearly came out at that one.TENSHON said:
ive seen ghosts in my folks house...but this was a very long time ago. the first was a little girl who walked out of my brothers room and te second was a bloke in black wearing a top hat who walked past our kitchen window and through the back door.
i still cant go upstairs at the ancient high house, the only time i went there, there was a really wierd feelign there.
my grandma had a conversation with a roundhead soldier at corfe castle...but then she was always a bit funny anyway.
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#chaplife
i challenge anyone to watch this alone, late at night, in the dark:
http://youtube.com/watch?v=7FfbFgP7PGg
there's no pr0n or anything, this isn't just a cheap ploy to trick you into looking at bewbs lol.. just a crazy short film (about 6mins)..
http://youtube.com/watch?v=7FfbFgP7PGg
there's no pr0n or anything, this isn't just a cheap ploy to trick you into looking at bewbs lol.. just a crazy short film (about 6mins)..
cookie_monster
Well-Known Forumite
yeah, but on account of being about 9 at the time my bro was 5.....and i hadnt started teaching him life lessons by then.dirtybobby said:lol i must remember to use that defence next time i'm collared..cookie_monster said:
"honestly officer - she was just a ghost"
in fact, my mum was lucky if we werent trying to murder each other.
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gon2seed
(and me! - Ed)
Not a Ghost Story per se, but a true story of precognition that freaked out myself and my family. Utterly inexplicable, and it puzzles me to this day. I am a complete sceptic normally but this .............
It was the late 70' I was in my mid-teens and had gone away to The Lakes with my Mum and Dad. We were on a camp site and whilst not totally isolated we never phoned home (Well before mobiles!)
At the start of the second week mum woke up one morning and over breakfast told us about a vivid dream she had had the night before. This in itself was unusual.
In the dream a family aquaintance, David ***** had become greviously ill and died! She emphasised how realistic the dream had been. This was not a close friend but someone who lived quite close to us, and we would meet occaisionally socially. Though it is so long ago I can still remember that my mum was unsettled for the rest of the holiday, and she had been shaken by the event.
On our return to Stafford my mum went to see friends, who knew David's family, as soon as possible. She was ashen on her return!
David ***** was seriously ill in hospital, (I won't give the details of the case, as the medical error that had been made, was on National news, and lead to a change in proceedure across the country. I would not want to upset anyone who might know the case and identify the family.)
Of course you will be thinking that my mum read about the case, but the dream occured in the middle of the fortnight, David had become ill the night before we returned. He had no illness prior to going into hospital, and indeed it was a routine admission, it was the treatment that he had that lead to his illness.
Mum was devastated when David died shortly after, and this wasn't made any easier by the case being on National and Local news for weeks.
We never talked about the event again, I have discussed it with friends but never with my parents or siblings.
The key points are that my mum had the dream before David even became ill. David had been perfectly healthy on his admission to hospital, and anyway she had no way of knowing that he was due to go in.
What is so strange is that David and his family were really just aquaintances, who we might meet only a few times a year.
As I said ,I am staunch empirical sceptic, but when it happens to you, you just can't get your head round it!
It was the late 70' I was in my mid-teens and had gone away to The Lakes with my Mum and Dad. We were on a camp site and whilst not totally isolated we never phoned home (Well before mobiles!)
At the start of the second week mum woke up one morning and over breakfast told us about a vivid dream she had had the night before. This in itself was unusual.
In the dream a family aquaintance, David ***** had become greviously ill and died! She emphasised how realistic the dream had been. This was not a close friend but someone who lived quite close to us, and we would meet occaisionally socially. Though it is so long ago I can still remember that my mum was unsettled for the rest of the holiday, and she had been shaken by the event.
On our return to Stafford my mum went to see friends, who knew David's family, as soon as possible. She was ashen on her return!
David ***** was seriously ill in hospital, (I won't give the details of the case, as the medical error that had been made, was on National news, and lead to a change in proceedure across the country. I would not want to upset anyone who might know the case and identify the family.)
Of course you will be thinking that my mum read about the case, but the dream occured in the middle of the fortnight, David had become ill the night before we returned. He had no illness prior to going into hospital, and indeed it was a routine admission, it was the treatment that he had that lead to his illness.
Mum was devastated when David died shortly after, and this wasn't made any easier by the case being on National and Local news for weeks.
We never talked about the event again, I have discussed it with friends but never with my parents or siblings.
The key points are that my mum had the dream before David even became ill. David had been perfectly healthy on his admission to hospital, and anyway she had no way of knowing that he was due to go in.
What is so strange is that David and his family were really just aquaintances, who we might meet only a few times a year.
As I said ,I am staunch empirical sceptic, but when it happens to you, you just can't get your head round it!