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Big Black Dog

This one isn’t super exciting, just weird.

My gramma was always irrationally afraid of dogs. She liked them, but they made her nervous because they were too messy and loud and unpredictable.

She would always tell us not to leave the door open on nice days - “Close that door! A big black dog might walk in”. She had this fear that one day she’d turn around and there’d be a big black Labrador slobbering on her floors.

We always laughed at her oddly specific fear. And we knew everyone who lived nearby(and their dogs). The biggest, blackest dog within 1mile of her house was a yorkie, so her fear was unfounded.

Anyway, years later my Gramma passed away. My dad and I had the sad task of clearing out her house. Things were a bit stuffy, so we left the door open to the yard and got to work.

After a while we both hear a strange noise and look up. It sounded like... panting?

We turned around and - I shit you not - there was a big, black Labrador sitting in the middle of the kitchen. Just gazing up at us happily, drooling on Gramma’s linoleum. Just like she always said would happen.

We lost our shit. Uncontrollable laughter, crying just a little. Gave the dog scritches and escorted him back outside. My dad shut the door, looked upwards and said “sorry Ma! You were right”.

She just had to be proven right one last time ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ love you Gma.

source: https://www.reddit.com/r/AskReddit/comments/8qhe5i/comment/e0jxk17/

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House sitting story

My house sitting story:

Two months after my brother and his wife bought a new house, they had to go out of town and needed their cats fed. Their house and my office are both a good drive from my apartment, but only a few minutes away from each other. My brother said if I wanted, I could just stay over in the guest room rather than driving among the three places. So I got the keys and instructions. I was staying there three nights: Mon-Wed.

Monday evening was uneventful until about midnight. I was lying on the living room couch, watching Conan, with a cat lying on my chest. I started to drift off to sleep. The next thing I knew, I was standing in pitch black darkness. I completely freaked out, I had no idea where I was. I felt around in the dark and felt nothing. Finally I realized there actually was a faint blue light coming from above. I moved toward it and then understood where I was. I was in the fucking basement! The light was coming through the basement door at the top of the stairs, which leads to the kitchen. Just enough moonlight apparently made it through from a window elsewhere in the kitchen. I bolted up the stairs, turned on the kitchen light, and closed the basement door. I was terrified until I calmed down enough to come to the conclusion you probably already came to: I had sleepwalked all the way down the stairs (after opening the basement door, which I know was closed).

A couple things are important to the story. First, the basement. The house was very nice -- actually, more than they should have been able to afford. The only exception was the basement. I had only seen the basement once, when I first got the tour. It was totally unfinished and was the one major thing they wanted to fix up. All they had down there was some boxes and the washer/dryer. I had no reason to want to go down there and had kind of forgotten it existed.

The other point is that sleepwalking is kind of a thing in my family, almost an inside joke. My brother talked in his sleep constantly, and would sleepwalk sometimes, and it always scared the hell out of me. The idea of people doing things in their sleep just creeps me out to the core (still does). My brother knew this and would tease me about it, so it was known in my family that I had this phobia. But as far as I know, I had never, ever sleepwalked until that night. The image kept playing in my mind, over and over, of me, asleep, getting up from the couch, walking to the kitchen, opening the basement door, and shuffling down the stairs into total darkness. Creepy as all hell.

Anyway, I saw the TV was still on in the living room, playing Wedding Crashers. I watched the rest of the movie, trying to laugh and think of the sleepwalking as a funny story to tell my brother. When I went upstairs to go to sleep in the guest room, I stayed asleep. That was night one.

The next morning, in the light of day, it didn't seem that scary. I texted my brother about it and joked around. All day I wasn't bothered one bit. But as I'm walking out of my office to my car, I'm overcome with this sense of dread. All of a sudden, the thought of going to sleep in that house -- and maybe sleepwalking again -- is scaring me. So I had a plan. I stop at the hardware store and pick up one of those rubber door-stopper wedges. At the house, I jam this into the crack under the basement door, and kick it in until it's as far as it can go. I test out trying to open the door, and it won't budge. Perfect.

Later, I go upstairs and fall asleep. When I wake up, I swear to god I think I'm dreaming. I was standing in darkness again, but this time I know exactly where I am. The smell is the same. The concrete floor under my feet is the same. I look around for the light from upstairs, and it take me longer to find it because it's farther away. Last night I was only a couple of feet from the stairs, this night it was maybe ten feet. I run up and turn on the kitchen lights. I see the rubber wedge on on the floor, a couple of feet away, as if tossed there. Again, I can't stop picturing myself sleepwalking. Out of the bedroom, down the stairs, trying to open the basement door. Bending down and yanking out the wedge. And then, again, slowly down into the darkness.

I decided I was turning on the basement lights and they were staying on. I opened the door and flipped the switch to the basement stairway. I saw there was a main switch at the bottom of the stairs. To give you a quick sense of the layout, the staircase splits the basement into two parts. To the right is a small area with the washer/dryer, and to the left is the a big open area.

Anyway, I walked down and turned on the lights for the whole basement. That's when I noticed something I hadn't noticed when my brother gave me the tour. About 10-15 feet away, in the big area, there was a door to what looked like a small closet. This door was closed, but had no doorknob (just an empty hole), so it looked like it would freely swing open. I realized it was very close to where I had just awoken. Then a fucking freaky thought came to me: it was as if each night I was heading to the door, and getting a little farther each time before I woke up. As soon as that thought popped into my head, I booked it up the stairs again, left the lights on, and closed the door. I went up to the bedroom, but it took me forever to fall asleep. That was night two.

The next morning, Wednesday morning, I woke up late for work. I didn't think about the basement at all because I was scrambling to get ready. At work though, I was still curious about what was behind the door, so I texted my brother and asked. He replied "wait....why were you in the basement?" I realized that when I texted him the day before, I never actually told him where I woke up. So I tell him I woke up in the basement, actually twice in a row. After a while, he sends this novel-length text. About how the basement is creepy, not to go down there, etc. How they tried putting the litter boxes in the basement and the cats made a mess in the house because they refused to go down. How he volunteers to do every chore other than the laundry so he doesn't have to go down there. He says all this stuff, and it's surprising to me, because my brother never believed in the paranormal or superstitions, ever since we were kids. I also realize he never answered my question about the door, but I let it go.

After work, I get the same feeling of dread as I'm walking to my car. I really don't want to stay there again, and I decide: fuck it, I don't have to. So I go feed the cats, get my stuff, and drive back to my place. I'm supposed to feed the cats one more time, so I'll stop over in the morning. As I went to sleep at my apartment, I was thinking of all the steps I would have to take to sleepwalk to the basement again -- find my car parked around the block, drive asleep to my brother's house, etc. But this time, I sleep through the night. That was night three.

Thursday morning, I stop at the house as planned. I'm about to leave when I remember that the basement lights are still on. I don't even hesitate to go down to turn them off. There was something about being there in the morning that, at the time, made it seem fine. When I go down, again that door without a doorknob catches my eye, and it also doesn't seem scary anymore. So, what the hell, let's see. I walk over to it and I distinctly remember not feeling spooked at all. Until -- I reach my hand toward the doorknob hole to pull it open. As soon as I do that, and I mean instantly, I feel this electric feeling, like the air before a storm, and I imagine a hand coming through that hole and grabbing mine. It was like 0 to 60, going from no fear to being certain that something horrible would happen if I opened that door. It's hard to describe it other than that electric feeling. I booked it up the stairs and out of the house.

So, a month later, I meet my brother for happy hour. A few drinks in, we start joking about me sleepwalking and the creepy basement. I say he never answered me about what's behind the door, and he says I don't want to know. Joking at first, but then insisting. Finally he tells me, and I don't believe him. He's my big brother and has only bullshitted me about a million times in my life.

This was his explanation: the previous (and first) owners of the house had a teen daughter that used the basement as her bedroom. The door was to her closet, where one night she curled up, took some pills and killed herself. The family was going to remodel the basement, but after tearing it apart realized they couldn't do it and had to move. That was why only the basement was unfinished, and why my brother was able to afford the place -- the seller had to disclose a suicide happened in the residence. He said if I didn't believe him, to look up the market values of the identical houses in his track (I know how much they paid for their house and it was way lower). He and his wife considered themselves rational people and figured it was a bargain, but didn't want to tell anyone. After they moved in, his wife was fine with the basement, but he grew to hate it. He apologized for not saying anything to me before I stayed there, but he never thought I'd have any reason to go down there.

Now here's what that convinced me. I said "Okay, the only thing that makes me kind of believe you is that the last morning I was there, I went over to the closet door" -- and at this point, I see my brother's face change -- and I continued: "when I went to open it, the air felt like--" and at the same instant, I say "electricity" and my brother says "electric." At the same exact time. I saw his face and knew he was telling the truth.

I've never stepped foot again in that basement, and I haven't sleepwalked since.

source: https://www.reddit.com/r/AskReddit/comments/5luo87/comment/dbz7y8l/

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Last goodbye

When I was growing up, I was tight with the Daughter of my Dad's cousin. So My 2nd cousin I suppose. Her name was Lisa. We grew much closer as teenagers. Too close really. Anyway, we wised up a little and went our separate ways when it was time for College.

A few years passed and I had moved on. One night I got up to take a piss. Didnt bother to turn on the lights. I was washing my hands and glanced in the mirror. There she was. Lisa was standing in the doorway behind me. I heard the echo of her voice. She told me that she still loved me and always would. She then turned and walked out of sight. I stood holding onto the sink for a moment. My heart pounding in my chest. I calmed myself down and decided it had just be a dream. I tried to go back to bed. My pillow smelled like her. She could have been in the room seconds ago. I lay back down and as I drifted off to sleep I felt her warm familiar presence against my back.

The next morning the was no sign of her. No scent, no indent in the covers. I wrote it off as a dream. I got a call from my Mom later that day. She told me Lisa had died a few days earlier. She had been killed by her boyfriend. He got drunk and angry and he hit her and that was that. I guess she stopped by to see me one last time. To say goodbye before she moved on.

Here's to you Lisa! 20 years later and your still the only woman I ever truly loved.

source: https://www.reddit.com/r/AskReddit/comments/4pc3xy/comment/d4ke42g/

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Humming in the cemetery

As a Marine, I used to have the graveyard patrol shift at the Beirut Bombing Memorial. Part of the memorial is dedicated to a veteran's cemetary. Oddly enough I never got freaked out being completely alone in a remote cemetery, in the middle of the night, surrounded by dense woods on all sides. It was actually kind of peaceful, to be honest.

However, one night I was patrolling near the perimeter fence where some of the oldest headstones are, when I heard the sound of a woman humming. I followed the sound and noticed a light glowing through the vines and brush of a large tree. As I approached, I could literally feel my hair beginning to lift as if there was an electric current in the air.

I pushed aside the brush and what I saw nearly took my breath away. It was an old, weathered headstone with a large cross etched into the marble. Only the cross was glowing a bright, vivid blue, like a neon bulb. The humming was also suddenly much louder and had a weird plurality to it, like it was coming from hundreds of voices at once.

Needless to say, I freaked the fuck out. I screamed like a scared little girl and sprinted back to the parking lot. I radioed the guard who was supposed to relieve me and forced him to come early, then spent the rest of my shift in the cab of his truck. I don't think he believed me, but he stayed in his truck and didn't go out on patrol until the sun was fully up.

A few days later, I worked up the nerve to return to the grave (during the day, of course). As I suspected, in the light of day it was a completely mundane headstone. There was no name, only the aforementioned cross. I ran my hands over the stone and checked to see if maybe there was some sort of hidden light source or solar panel, but no, it was just plain, solid, unremarkable stone. The humming was gone, too.

I eventually returned to my normal shift, but never again experienced anything out of the ordinary. I never learned whose grave that was, either, but I find myself thinking about it from time to time. It certainly sounds absurd when I say it out loud, and I suppose it could have been a hallucination or a trick of my tired brain, but I don't believe it was. I think it was real; a ghost or spirit of some sort, but I don't think it was malevolent at all.

source: https://www.reddit.com/r/AskReddit/comments/9nqw6i/comment/e7olf7y/

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Check point

Not sure if you guys would want to hear an asian story but I thought it’s worth sharing. This was told by my dad when I was 12. Even now, when I ask him about the story, he can remember every vivid detail like it just happened last week.

My dad was in the police force for 20 years and when we just a rookie, he had to conduct nighttime roadblocks meant to catch drunk-drivers.

They had done it many times before and this night started routine enough for them. That was until this Toyota Corolla drove up to them with what looked like a white blanket on its roof, flapping in the wind.

They thought it was weird but did not see anything amiss about it. One of them even joked that this guy was multitasking by drying his laundry and driving home at the same time.

The laughs stopped when the lone car came closer and all of them saw what looked like a woman in white lying face down on top of the car. The woman seemed to slide like a slug backwards until she disappeared behind the car as it eventually came to a stop in front of them.

It took a few minutes for my dad’s team to re-compose themselves as they stared at each other as if to say “you guys saw that right?”.

The most senior of them finally stepped up and shot the usual questions to the driver. There was a noticeable quiver in his voice as he made conversation and asked him to step out of the vehicle. My dad’s team inspected the whole vehicle, including the boot and found nothing strange in it.

The driver was a good-looking Staff Sergeant in the army who was heading home from a company event earlier that night and admitted to have had a few cans of beer. He said he laid down in his bunk to sleep it off, hence why he was driving home at that time (it was 4am).

He passed their sobriety test and they started to ask him if he saw anything weird during his drive. Initially he said no but after more questioning, he mentioned that he had to swerve to avoid what looked like a bird that was flying upside down. It was spooky but didnt think that was a detail worth sharing with police officers.

The senior then told the guy to chill out at a 24-hour coffeeshop before heading home (the locals believe that if a malevolent spirit follows you, making a pitstop confuses them so they can’t set up shop in your house). After some confusion of his own, the driver finally caught on and nodded in agreement.

After the guy leaves, they call in to the station and cut the night short. Never knew what happened to the driver, hope he’s alright.

source: https://www.reddit.com/r/AskReddit/comments/7wrbns/comment/du2xkm6/

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Logging road

This will get buried, but I have to write it.

I actually haven't told anyone this because I think I imagined it, but I've been having nightmares about this so, I guess I need to get it off my chest.

I was hauling lumber on 36 E between Fortuna, CA and Red Bluff, CA, on my way to the 5 S. This was in 95 or 96, right before the coastal lumber industry folded.

Route 36 is basically a glorified logging road. It twists through the mountain ranges and goes to one lane several times. Anyway, I got a late start, which was OK, as I liked driving at night anyway.

It was probably around 10 or 11 at night. As I crept up into the mountains, there was a nasty bit of fog. I rounded a corner, and suddenly there were all these deer just standing in the middle of the road, in the fog. It was kind of creepy, just seeing all these deer standing in the fog, in the middle of the road. I'm used to seeing them running across the road, not standing.

I blew my horn, and they all turned and looked into my headlights, their ears twitching, the bucks' antlers casting long twisted shadows into the fog. I blew my horn again, and they lazily walked to the side of the road. I idled forward between them. I looked out my driver window and saw the bucks and does warily looking back at me as I drove through them.

But that wasn't the creepy part.

I reached the peak and started back down, the fog on the eastern side abated. But as I rounded a corner I saw a guy walking down the road, down the middle of the oncoming lane, his back to me. He had shoulder length black hair, wet and stringy from the moisture that had been in the air. He wore a faded blue wool-lined jean jacket, hands in pockets, and darker jean pants. When my lights hit him, he swerved toward the shoulder of the other lane, giving me room.

Then the most horrifying thing happened.

I was going maybe 25 or 30 at this point, but as I came up to him, he suddenly bolted right in front of my truck.

The last thing I saw was his wide black eyes and his mouth open in a silent yell, a black pit in his white face shining in my headlights before disappearing under the horizon of my hood.

I stood on the breaks, the cab and the trailer behind hopping.I remember just thinking "Jesus, Jesus, oh Jesus."

I hoped out of the cab (I don't remember turning on the flashers), and ran back behind the truck. I saw him walking back up the hill, behind my truck, hands in his jacket pockets, his back illuminated by my red lights. He looked back at me, his black eyes and black mouth now grinning toothlessly. Then he dashed into the trees at the edge of the road.

I was so scared, I didn't call out. I just got in my cab and drove on.

I still dream about those wide eyes and that unholy mouth disappearing under my hood. I hope the dreams stop now.

source: https://www.reddit.com/r/AskReddit/comments/b1slv2/comment/eio9abj/

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Spontaneous combustion

Five or six years ago, I had a really strange encounter as a teen that I have never been able to explain or make sense of. If anyone has any reasonable explanations for this story please comment below.

Background:

This story takes place in Raleigh, North Carolina. There is a nature reserve area near my old neighborhood that I used to frequent with friends that became our unofficial hang out/smoke spot. The nature reserve is called Schenck forest. The area is owned and managed by NC State University, and is home to some of veterinary school horses. It also operates as a teaching and research site for the university’s forrest management program. The land itself has an interesting history prior to it being utilized for university purposes, as there was a prison farm on the land pre - 1930’s.

When visiting this area, even prior to this experience, my friends and I always would always joke about how the land had a strange energy/feel to it. In the parking area of the reserve, there was a small graveyard and abandoned house, which certainly further contributes to the interesting vibes. However, I never felt scared or uncomfortable in the space and would often go to the area alone.

Actual Story:

One night, I was about to meet up with my friend at the nature reserve park. She was getting off work that night, and I ended up beating her to there. While waiting for her, I parked my car off to the side of the road and turned it around to face the direction in which you would enter the park area. Behind me was the graveyard, and I could see the area decently well in my rear view and left side mirror. It is important to mention that my car was the only car there, and that there were no other humans in sight. The time was just past 7:00 in the middle October and sun was almost completely set and it was starting to getting dark outside. After arriving to the park, I sat in my car for a few minutes on my phone, trying to kill time while waiting for my friend.

After sitting there for a moment, something caught my eye in the side mirror of my car. In the graveyard area, behind my vehicle. There was a small fire that had started on the ground. My immediate reaction was to get out of the car and to stomp out the flames, and that is exactly what I did. I found it a bit odd that this fire had started seemingly out of no where, but presumed that someone had tossed a cigarette out just before I had arrived. The fire was in an area where there were dry leaves on the ground, so this was a plausible explanation at the time.

After stomping the small fire out, I got back into my car and continued scrolling on my phone. It was almost completely dark outside at this point and the sun had gone beneath the horizon. Again, something caught my eye in the side mirror of my car. The fire had seemingly reappeared instantaneously. I immediately presumed that I had failed to put out the first time, and got out of my vehicle once again to try to put out the flames. Upon getting out of the car, I quickly realized that this fire was separate from the first one that I had put out. It had started approximately a foot behind where the charred spot was in the leaves from the first fire. After realizing that the ground had spontaneously caught fire not once, but now two times (In a graveyard and at night), I started to get a little creeped out and sped walked back to my car to leave. I didn’t bother putting out the second fire. Just as I put the car into drive, I glanced back into my rear view to witness a third fire spontaneously start just behind the second fire, of which was still burning. This time, I saw the fire begin with my very own eyes. I sped off and left the park, as this whole situation made me quite uncomfortable and confused.

The next time that I returned to the area after this experience, the ground was still charred in three places, in a perfectly vertical line. This occurrence was not a figment of my imagination or a delusion, and I have never heard of or experienced anything like this in the years after this. Ever since I had this experience, I have been trying to come up with a reasonable explanation for how this could happen but I have been entirely unable to do so. There were no other humans around and with the sun being down, there is no way plausible way that these fires could have just been brush fires started by direct sunlight.

I’m not religious and do not actively practice spirituality, but I felt like these spontaneous fires were a sign that I was unwelcome there or at least at that time. The entire experience has left me confused for years, and if anyone has a scientific explanation or theory to how this could happen, I would love to hear it.

source: https://www.reddit.com/r/Ghoststories/comments/1ais5m1/unexplainable_experience_spontaneous_fires/

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The search continues

One night last December I was awoken one night by a shuffling sound in the bedroom which indicated that someone was progressing from the door over to my wife's side of the bed. I briefly thought that I would feign sleep (I wouldn't be the first person to do something like this!!) and let my wife deal with whichever one of our girls had come in looking for attention but guilt got the better of me so I decided that I would deal with it.

I sat up in the bed and focussed on where the noise was coming from. There is always low level light in the room from a combination of a bedside clock and a hallway light as we always leave the door slightly ajar. I could see what was probably either our middle (age 9) or youngest daughter (age 7) at the foot of the bed and that this figure had now stopped and was looking straight at me, really intently.

I didn't want to wake my wife so gestured with my hand and jerked my head to indicate that they should come over to my side of the bed. The figure turned hurriedly to start coming around to my side..... and then vanished!! :eek:

I decided to go and check on all the girls just to make sure they were all ok and, sure enough, all were sound asleep in their own rooms.

I got back into bed and started trying to figure it out. Two days previously I had attended a small gathering to commemorate a grand aunt that was killed during the War of Independence 100 years previously, an entirely innocent victim of the conflict. I lay there thinking that the next day was going to be exactly 100 years since the day she died but that didn't quite explain the young girl that I saw.

However, my grand aunt had a 4 year old daughter at the time of her death and this made the situation all the more poignant. Her father married again but the girl herself died almost exactly 2 years (just one day shy of 2 years) after her mother. As I lay there I realised that it was the 98th anniversary of my young cousin's death ..........

I had been in her house as part of the commemoration for her mother two days previously. While the day was all about her mother she hadn't been forgotten as she was mentioned a number of times that day. Sadly, though, while we know where her mother is buried, we haven't been able to locate the girl's burial place.

So, did her spirit come back with me from her old house? Her mother was cruelly taken from her so was she searching out a mother figure in the person of my wife?

I hope she is at peace.

The search for her burial place continues.

source: https://www.boards.ie/discussion/comment/116603564/#Comment_116603564

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JUMP

this happened about 10 years ago and any time I think about I feel the horrors and a huge feeling of evil overwhelms me.

Before the covid, about 2 years ago, I remembered it again and tried to look up the building to see if something hd happened there but it was over 100 years old and had changed hands many times & I’d want to make a proper project out of it to see if someone had been murdered there or if it had a past history of death or murder.

Heres the story. I was travelling quite a bit for work at the time, low stress business development role, nice people great product & price - so no stress or angst in the background on my part.

I booked into a hotel - old 17th century redbrick building and i was what would have been the converted attic rooms floor - three or so floors up. everything was going well. I was working so hadn’t had a drink, had gone out for a meal earlier that night and walked around - lovely calm evening, nothing on in the backgound, nothing wrong.

As I was in the room by myself an overwhelming feeling of evil came over me and I felt engulfed in it. I heard a male voice repeatedly in a really aggressive way say over and over ‘jump jump jump’ It was like someone was there with me telling me to jump. I remember standing holding on to the marble mantlepiece in the room as if I could be dragged by the voice to the window and made jump. I remember trying to shrug ot off and going to look out the window and the overwhelming anger of the voice shouting at me to jump. I can still see the streetscape below like it is chiselled into my mind.

I dragged myself away as the voice kept ahouting at me angrier and agrier and left the room and hotel. I was too afraid to even use the lift. I chased down the stairs and spent the rest of the night walking around the city and then sat sitting the foyer until time to breakfast and checkout. I have never felt such an overwhelming force of evil directed at me in my life. It was as if something evil was living in that room and trying to kill people.

I still feel myself going cold typing this. (no history of anything or drugs). Chills me to the bone. Never happened before or since. Really harrowing terrifying ‘experience’. I truly believe on reflection that there must be an evil presence living in that room or in that hotel. I’d sleep in a gutter rather than cross the threshold again.

source: https://www.boards.ie/discussion/comment/116534321/#Comment_116534321

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Singer sewing machine

My mother died when I was 20 in January 1997. Father died when I was a baby. My one sister had a job in Sligo or somewhere. I was home alone. My 21st birthday was coming up and despite the recent death of my mother I wanted to mark my 21st with some sort of a party.

I had though that having it in the house might not be respectful considering some of my freinds were a bit messy at times. What else could I do?

So it was a week or 2 to go and I still wasn't sure. I was on the phone in my mother's bedroom to a sensible college friend. He seemed suprised that I would consider a party in the house given her recent death. I thought maybe he was right but sure "it would be grand" and put down the phone.

At that moment a sewing machine in her room started to turn. "Ker clunk, ker clunk, ker clunk". It was a 1950's Singer with an table and foot tredal driving a big wheel. I went over and stopped it, and said "OK I won't". It didn't move by itself again.

I think it was my mother because of the situation and because her death cert. was on the sewing machine.

She never tried to communicate to me again that I noticed. While I missed her terribly for a very long time I concluded it was better that someone be gone fully and not semi-there and advising from time to time.

In the end I had the party in my best friend's house and it was great fun.

The sewing machine was never my mother's it was given to my sister by a neighbour and my sister used it for a while. I think my mother wanted to tell me something and it was the handiest thing available to her! I know it happend for real because of the phone call. I know it wasn't a case of the sewing machine just rocking after I got up and disturbed the floor because it went "round and round" not just oscillating for a second.

That was my one and only experience worthy of reporting here.

source: https://www.boards.ie/discussion/comment/113068397/#Comment_113068397

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400 years of history

This house is about four hundred years old and I'll have lived here forty years next June. Ghosts? I used to be a skeptic, but not anymore. There's history here, as in any house that age. I've researched the place as best I could when I first bought it back in 1978 as that's how I am...curious about local history. I spoke to the old folks, some in their 90s, and an old man of 102 gave me the 'run down' on the history of the house. I reared my family here, and they're all left home now and my first wife died twelve years ago. Every member of the family had ' ghostly experiences' in this house.

I hesitate to say this on an open forum, but shortly after her death I saw my late wife here. She walked down the hall toward me and into the kitchen where I was. She was wearing her 'not a happy camper'/ distressed /' I've lost my handbag' look on her face, and wearing the clothes we buried her in. I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. (I think I done both at the same time)

Her 'presence' lasted about five seconds as we stood face to face. I don't know which of us was the most shocked, and her expression changed suddenly from 'unhappy camper' to 'Thanks God....there you are!'

My kids used to 'see' a clergyman on the stairs, peeking through the banisters at them as they lay in bed. Sure enough, there was an incident here in the distant past before we came here involving a clergyman. It made the papers at the time.

Footsteps upstairs, 'people' seen with the corner of the eye crossing the landing, ''someone' sitting on the bed in the middle of the night and you're **** scared to look up, though you're wide awake!

Shortly before my wife died (we slept in single beds in the same room) I woke to see a figure bending over her as if whispering in her ear! I jumped up in bed, and the 'figure' slowly vanished. I had seen that 'figure' before, but outside the house in the yard.

I know, I know...imagination is a great thing and there are die-hard skeptics, but still...

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In that very room...

Many years ago I was spending a couple of nights in my grandparents house, I was about 14 years old at the time. I awoke during the night to the sound of a child crying from outside the window of the bedroom I was staying in. Not a babies cry but more of a toddlers sorrowful crys. It sounded like sobbing. When I went to take a look out the window the crying suddenly stopped. Some time later, I had no clock so I cant be exaclty sure when, I was awakened again by the same sound, went to look and suddenly stopped. I thought I must had been dreaming, or that the sound was probably a cat, whose squeal had caught the wind, for it was stormy outside, and that made it sound like a child.

The next morning I had forgotten about the sounds. The following night I was lying awake reading a book and the crying began again. It was clearer this time, as there was much less wind, but as soon as I looked it was gone. I eventually fell asleep and awoke not to crying but to the gentle sound of tapping and scraping on the window. Needless to say I was terrified by this and did not leave my bed again....

The next day I left and on the drive home I mentioned what had happened to my grandfather, who looked slightly shocked but dismissed it as a bad dream.

When I got home I told my parents what happened and they looked at each other and didn't say much more about it. I discovered some years later that my grandparents had a son who died when he was about 3 years old from TB , in that very room I had stayed in!

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Spiritual awakening

About 20 years ago when I was young and foolish, I decided to try an Ouija board - by myself - after watching one of those rubbishy Witchboard sequels. I cobbled one together on an A4 sheet of card with the usual letters and numbers and yes/no markings, using an upside down contact lens case as the planchette, so you can see it was very homemade, probably not something Mary Fitzgerald would approve of.

I went through the usual "Is there anyone there?" ritual a few times and as I was about to give up, I felt this sensation like something was being poured into me, starting with my feet all the way to the top of my head. At that point, my hands started to involuntarily move the "planchette" in a figure 8 pattern. I couldn't stop it, it wasn't like something was moving my hands from the outside, rather that it was happening inside of me.

I asked the usual questions, "who are you?", "what do you want?", but the case was skittering so quickly across the board that I received no proper answers and it eventually moved up to the "goodbye" part of the board. At this point, I didn't want "it" to go, because, as well as being intrigued, I was also highly aroused in a way that I had never experienced before, or have since. Every part of my body was tingling, and I had no control of it.

Whatever "it" was, left, and so did the sensation. I was terrified and burned the "board" (which I've since read is not a good idea). The experience unnerved me for days and left me grateful that the spirit/whatever was just toying with me and left no lasting effects.

However, since then, whenever I read of someone doing something awful and out of character, it makes me wonder if possession really does exist...

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Floating gold car

When I was about 9 or 10, I remember playing with my sister and her friend just up the road from our house, it was dark enough about 9pm and it was the week before going back to school so we were milking our play time. So we were just messing around near the ditch when, from nowhere, a big beautiful gold car from I estimate 1930s appeared about 5 or 6 feet above the chimney of a house across the street. just literally floating in the air.

It was the light that caught us off guard so we all ducked by instinct as if it were a bomb but we all looked up and saw this car just floating in the air. I don't remember feeling any fear, just a sense of what the hell is that?? It was there about 6 seconds at most then it just vanished. We all saw it and we all looked at each other in amazement but my young mind couldn't process what it meant so it kind of just got laughed off.

It was only years and years later that I read about the phenomenon of "Time slips" where people or objects can get trapped in the space time fabric and appear in our dimension briefly. I have never had any paranormal experience before or since and I don't bother telling this to people because I cant be arsed justifying it to the cynics. It happened, I saw it happen, my sister and her friend also saw it.

Weird thing is, now we are middle aged, we all forgot many many things from our past but whenever the "gold car" is brought up, we all just nod and are lost for words to explain what we saw that night.

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Hospital

Having a nice little read of the last few pages in this thread and decided to share a story or 2 from work collegues.

I work in an old hospital. One night a doctor came down really shook after being at a cardiac arrest. He told us that he was on his way to the arrest up an old staircase and when he was half way up he ran into an old lady who seemed upset and asked him for the way out, he pointed down and had planned to send someone down after her once he got to the ward. When he reached the cardiac arrest patient he saw that it was the same lady he saw on the stairs.

Another time 2 people went to get charts for patients. The charts are held in an old part of the hospital which at this stage was no longer in use. They passed a room and heard a phone ringing, thinking all the phones had been disconnected they went in to see and answer the phone to let the caller know what number they should be calling, they went in and picked up the phone but there was no tone or caller on the other side, the other girl then pointed out that the phone wasn't even connected with the cable hanging out on the floor. They said they ran out of there as quick as they could after!!

I'm a non believer and like to find a logical explanation for everything but have often witnessed machines picking up heart readings and oxygen levels when leads are not connected or machines turning on and off again. Also in 2 particular rooms confused patients always talking to a Mary and asking her to sit down and asking us to get Mary a cup of tea. Was always the same 2 rooms and always the name Mary.... that was definitely one I could never explain...

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Bad Bear

Not my story but my uncles, who runs an antique shop. This happened years ago, and he has not seen anything like it before or since. He would be religious, but not superstitious about ghosts or things like that, so I believe him. Though I expect that many here will be skeptical.

He generally gets his stock from dealers or auctions in the UK or further abroad, but one day an older lady came in with an old teddy bear, a steiff bear I think. It was one of those that had a voice box inside that goes baaaaa when you turn it on its side. From what I remember of his story, something like this: https://youtu.be/4ul9VHRANKc

Anyway she first started asking him if he would buy it off her, then would he sell it for her, as he explained that he generally doesn't take in stock from the general public. When he told her that he wouldn't sell it for her either she got so desperate she told him,"Just take it!", and promptly left. Which should have been a warning as these bears can be quite valuable. So, thinking that she might change her mind, he put it on a shelf in the back and forgot about it...

... Until strange things started happening in the shop. At random times you would hear a little baaaa even though the bear hadn't moved. Everything (apart from the bear itself) simultaneously fell off the set of shelves that the bear was on when noone was around it. All the energysaver bulbs back of the shop had to be replaced twice over the couple of months after the bear moved in, and various electrical items that were checked before taking in, suddenly stopped working. A bird somehow got into the shop overnight and was found dead in the back room not fromfrom the bear. And finally, a customer that was browsing the back of the shop had a heart attack and had to be rushed away in an ambulance.

Now, I expect you are saying that all of this is circumstantial or just bad luck. Nothing supernatural whatsoever. I probably would too, only that I heard it firsthand. Not long after the heart attack incident, my uncle decided that it couldn't hurt to get the shop blessed by the local priest. Things did seem to settle down after that. No baaaas or other strange things. Then one day a customer happened to see the bear while browsing our storeroom one day, and only got more enthusiastic after being told its story. She offered to buy it, but my uncle said he would rather give it to her without payment so long as she knew what she was getting into. She thanked him and went on her way. I would love to hear how she got on, but I have no way to contact her, as she was just passing through town.

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Spellings

I read this post with interest as I have being having slightly similar experiences recently. Like you I am not on any medication, rarely drink and don't smoke and have never touched drugs. I live on my own and strange things have been happening in my house. Only the night before last (maybe it was the heat) but there was definitely a cat in my bedroom pulling off my duvet. I was wide awake, but couldn't find the cat either then, or the next morning. Things have been going missing in my house and the reverse is also happening - things have been turning up in my house which I didn't put there. The most frightening was three weeks ago when I was looking in a bedside locker in a spare room for something I was missing There, in the top drawer, was a note written in a black marker with slightly childish writing. It was dated 17/9/1992 on the top right hand corner and had a heading 'Spellings' and underneath the word spellings are the words: frightful, horror, scary,death,terror,evil and spooky. Only two family members, who I would trust with my life, have spare keys to my house so I have absolutely no idea where that note came from. Also, my house alarm going off during the night for apparently no reason- I thought it was faulty, but alarm engineer has confirmed everything is working properly. I am not particularly religious but am thinking at this stage of getting a mass said in the house.

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