Pub stories are always the best.
Working in a relatively old former coach house and hotel that had been left empty for many years, was bought by that wonderful chain, wetherspooners. Most nights we would have a lock in, but you could guarantee that if we ever mentioned anything spooky, the alarms would refuse to set, we would check everything, get bored and leave the alarms off and face the bollocking the following morning. It was probably a spiders web on a sensor, it was quite a posh system that gave error reports, windows open in area xyz etc. But it refused to tell us what was happening. Still this was 13 years ago, perhaps the reports weren't that fantastic.

I love the tale that the flag stones in a former local had the reputation of being stolen head stones. When it was renovated they refused to lift them up! Its a carved stone! Still a tale is a tale!
(feedingtimeatthezoo day 1 of his bikini diet started, Fri 14 Sep 2012, 14:17, Reply)

Everyone calm the fuck down and buy one of these.
www.boondeeworkshop.com/ghost-repeller/index.html

It's the only way to be sure. As the site says, "Now who run away, You or ghost ?"
(judgetheobscure used to sweep in butchers' shops., Fri 14 Sep 2012, 14:15, 4 replies)

I crossed a stream, once.

( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Fri 14 Sep 2012, 13:38, 2 replies)

I don't believe any of this shit, and despise people who tell these stories to cover up the fact they don't have a single interesting thing to say about themselves or their lives.
I don't really remember any of my dreams, and never give them a seconds thought, but last year I had this really strong dream. It was my best mate from school, who've I've not seen for years, standing in-front of me crying and saying "I need a hug" So I gave him a hug and that was it. For the next couple of days I couldn't get this dream out of my head, it was so different to normal dreams, too intense, too real.

The next time I was on the phone to my mum, just as I was about to say goodbye, she tells me that my best mate's dad had died, on the night I'd had the dream.

I was genuinely discombobulated, analysing what had happened shook the foundations of how I believed reality to work. So I've filed the experience under 'WTF' and don't think about it too much.
( Ring Of Fire A petty, drooling belming butthurt retard., Fri 14 Sep 2012, 13:30, 5 replies)

I'm not scared of ghosts...
... because they don't exist.

I'm currently waiting to be seen by a surgeon as I have suspected appendicitis. This does scare me.
( CaptainCrackerjack live trout, slow motion, Fri 14 Sep 2012, 13:30, 6 replies)

With a few mates
I started a ghost capture and storage business in the Black Country.

Let me tell you something: bostin makes me feel good.
( .Yeti. El amor en los tiempos del cólera, Fri 14 Sep 2012, 13:16, 2 replies)

I see dumb people
They're everywhere.
they walk around like everyone else.
They don't even know they're dumb.
I work with lots of them.


Read this somewhere.
(Captain Spacker I lick windows, Fri 14 Sep 2012, 13:14, Reply)

Floating heads...
When I was a wee girl I had my own room. I used to like reading my Goosebump and Point Horror books, but I was never easily scared. One night I was happily tucked up, ready for sleep, under my ace moon and sun duvet when I rolled over to get comfy, keeking open my eyes as you do when- HOLY CRAP! There was a young man's head floating right in front of me! I kept my eyes just open and he kept looking at me, looking agitated as if he wanted me to wake up. That was the night I started tucking my head under the duvet cover.

I genuinely believed I had seen a ghost. And amazingly... I saw another. Another floating head. Yes, Abraham Lincoln - in black and white no less - also came to visit me.

It's only now, after suffering night hallucinations for years (mostly involving spiders, sometimes shrimps or even aliens coming through the ceiling) that this makes sense, though the sitting up in bed and having whispered conversations with people who aren't there is still a bit odd. My sister has this too- she sees people at night, sometimes just chilling out on top of her chest of drawers. This may also make sense of the fact my mum sees shadowy figures and my gran on my mum's side also has seen people around her bed at night.

Unless, of course, I am being visited by the vengeful ghosts of arachnids and unhappy sea life.
( vix0r was not Matthew on, Fri 14 Sep 2012, 13:14, 4 replies)

I see dead people
I'm a Coroner, you see.
(TheManWithThePlan cussed your mum on, Fri 14 Sep 2012, 13:00, Reply)

This actually happened
Do you know when people say that when a photo frame falls off a wall someone you know has died or is going to die?

Well going back to about when I was 12, It was a Friday night and me and my brother are watching the telly in the Living Room, my Mum was out for the evening so it's just us two. It's about 10:30 pm when all off a sudden *CREAK*CRASH*SMASH*BANG* The display unit (simular to this one) which stands in the room falls over on it's own and causes a right mess (The top half is resting on top of the TV without some how breaking it).

I shit myself (not literally) and panic like crazy as the thing nearly hit me on the way down. My brother tells me to calm down and help clean up the mess, The unit was likely not stable standing up on its own and fell over because of the weight of stuff on it, he explains. My mum comes home later, we explained what happened and she's fine with it considering it wasn't our fault and that we were OK.

Next day I don't really think about what happened until my Dad came and paid us a visit (Divorced parents), He explains that my Aunt Cheryl died the previous night at around 10:30 pm, Cue me resuming shitting myself.

I didn't sleep that night.
(Claude Speed was a Roman called Claudius Speedicus, Fri 14 Sep 2012, 12:58, 2 replies)

I see deaf people.

( Dr Preference AjcuiVd289, Fri 14 Sep 2012, 12:58, 7 replies)

I hear there's this pill you can take which means you don't have to be scared of ghosts.

( drimble he'd been white, he'd been black, Fri 14 Sep 2012, 12:56, 1 reply)

Sorry to spoil everyone's fun
but here is your explanation for 'ghosts'

en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Infrasound

Infrasonic 17 Hz tone experiment

On 31 May 2003, a team of UK researchers held a mass experiment where they exposed some 700 people to music laced with soft 17 Hz sine waves played at a level described as "near the edge of hearing", produced by an extra-long-stroke subwoofer mounted two-thirds of the way from the end of a seven-meter-long plastic sewer pipe. The experimental concert (entitled Infrasonic) took place in the Purcell Room over the course of two performances, each consisting of four musical pieces. Two of the pieces in each concert had 17 Hz tones played underneath. In the second concert, the pieces that were to carry a 17 Hz undertone were swapped so that test results would not focus on any specific musical piece. The participants were not told which pieces included the low-level 17 Hz near-infrasonic tone. The presence of the tone resulted in a significant number (22%) of respondents reporting anxiety, uneasiness, extreme sorrow, nervous feelings of revulsion or fear, chills down the spine and feelings of pressure on the chest.[30][31] In presenting the evidence to British Association for the Advancement of Science, Professor Richard Wiseman said, "These results suggest that low frequency sound can cause people to have unusual experiences even though they cannot consciously detect infrasound. Some scientists have suggested that this level of sound may be present at some allegedly haunted sites and so cause people to have odd sensations that they attribute to a ghost—our findings support these ideas."[29]
Suggested relationship to ghost sightings

Research by Vic Tandy, a lecturer at Coventry University, suggested that an infrasonic signal of 19 Hz might be responsible for some ghost sightings. Tandy was working late one night alone in a supposedly haunted laboratory at Warwick, when he felt very anxious and could detect a grey blob out of the corner of his eye. When Tandy turned to face the grey blob, there was nothing.

The following day, Tandy was working on his fencing foil, with the handle held in a vise. Although there was nothing touching it, the blade started to vibrate wildly. Further investigation led Tandy to discover that the extractor fan in the lab was emitting a frequency of 18.98 Hz, very close to the resonant frequency of the eye given as 18 Hz by NASA.[32] This was why Tandy had seen a ghostly figure—it was an optical illusion caused by his eyeballs resonating. The room was exactly half a wavelength in length, and the desk was in the centre, thus causing a standing wave which caused the vibration of the foil.[33]


Cheers
(TheManWithThePlan cussed your mum on, Fri 14 Sep 2012, 12:41, 13 replies)

My daugter was 4......
My wife and I were in the living room and our (only) daughter was running around playing games, jumping around and hiding behind sofa's etc. with her imaginary friend. She was full-on interacting with him like sam out of quantum leap. I asked her what she was doing, and my daughter replied "I'm playing hide and seak with uncle Andrew".

Uncle Andrew drowned aged 8, 20 years before my daughter was born. She didn't even know he'd existed.
(sunray18, Fri 14 Sep 2012, 12:11, 3 replies)

Haunted pub
I worked at the Leg of Mutton & Cauliflower pub in Ashtead (dates back to the 17th Century if that matters) during the 90s, both as a 16-year-old glass collector and later as a barman.
So one busy Friday night, I'd gone down into the cellar to refill the ice buckets. The cellar was basically a long shape with the ice machine at one end, the cellar hatch & ladder in the middle, and the delivery hatch at the far end.
After filling the bucket and turning round I caught sight of a blur beneath the delivery hatch. I had no idea what it had been because it disappeared as soon as I'd seen it. But I told my folks about it the following day. They told me to tell the landlord, but I thought it was being stupid.
So you can guess what happened when I went back to work there as a barman. I was about to go down in the cellar when one of the South African barmaids said "hey, look out for the ghost when you're down there. Geoff (head barman) was down there and saw a little boy underneath the cellar hatch."
I absolutely shit it and refused to go down there for two weeks. Rumours say that a landlord years ago locked his kids down there whilst he was having a bit of nookie with his mistress, one of the pipes in the cellar burst and the kids drowned. No idea if this bit is true or where I heard it but hey.
( Fray Brentos *mega-belms*, Fri 14 Sep 2012, 11:39, 6 replies)

My brother, the bastard...
My brother has no conscience at all when it comes to practical jokes and one Halloween he had an idea for a ‘Jolly Jape’ to play on my two Nephews (Then aged six and seven). He decided to hide up in my sisters loft with a view to scaring the little blighters. He was there for hours waiting for the kids to go to bed but when they did, that’s when the fun started.

Scratch, scratch, thump…
Scratch, thump. THUMP!

‘Muuuum! There’s something in the loft!’

‘Don’t be silly, you’re making it up ‘cos it’s halloween’

THUMP, THUMP, bangbangbang!

‘MUUUUUUM! There’s definitely something up there!’

My sister then said that she couldn’t get in the loft as she had hurt her knee (honest!). She then offered to pick up one of the children so that he could take a look. Surprisingly, the eldest volunteered (There’s no fucking way I would have done that!). He was raised up so that his shoulders just poked through the hatch. It was then that my brother shouted RAAAAARGH! at the top of his voice and pulled the eldest into the loft…

Cue about 5 minutes of absolute screaming bedlam, it was really mean but bloody funny!
( JamHamster My eyes, my beautiful eyes!, Fri 14 Sep 2012, 11:33, 8 replies)

The birthday ghost
One morning my girlfriend told me she had been woken in the night by a ghost. I was a bit sceptical and asked her what it looked like, etc. She said the image wasn't clear but she felt it was definitely female, and the strange thing was my girlfriend said it was this "woman"'s birthday.

I asked if she was sure it was the woman's birthday and she said "oh yes, I felt her presence".
( Ghoti Fingers, Fri 14 Sep 2012, 11:10, 1 reply)

I grew up on a farm in Africa.
Thanks, Tiff.

I had a dog - Sam. He was a pure white bull-terrier. Funny thing about pure-breeds - they usually have something wrong with them. Sam was stone deaf.
I used to call him by thumping my foot on the ground (after I'd trained him to to "listen" for that).

Sam was the only "house-dog" on a farm where most of the dogs slept in a compound and were released every night. Sam slept with me in my room.

We lived in an old abandoned church. My bedroom was next to the reception area and the kitchen was the refectory.

1 night Sam woke up on my bed going absolutely ape-shit.
We'd had intruders before so I kinda rolled over - Sam was locked in with me and could protect me but wouldn't be able to hurt anyone else.

He kept going ballistic - enough to wake up everyone else. None of us had been awake otherwise.

I let Sam out of my room and he ran into the kitchen and started barking and growling. When we walked in we found all of the crockery and glassware cracked and broken. In tall-boys with glass doors that were still completely intact.

No one had heard anything remotely like breaking glass (other than the dog apparently) nor had we had an earthquake, break-in or grenade attack.

Sam never liked that tall-boy. Ever.
(Misery McUglywife an attention seeking sociopathic fuckstain., Fri 14 Sep 2012, 10:56, 4 replies)

Ghosts here?….maybe?
I can’t think of any stories I have involving ghosts but I can remember a time where I was taken to a place to try and contact them, so that will have to do instead

-----------Wavey lines to go back in time a couple of years and use some material I was going to post on another site a while back and totally forgot about until this QOTW appeared-------


My other half came in the other night to inform me that she had good news…she had found someone to look after the kids for us for one night while we went out. I was in a pretty good mood and managed to stay that way until we both got into the taxi that Saturday night.

Missus: You ready for this then Mon?

Me: What? Going out? I know we haven’t been out together for a while but I’m sure I can still handle it

Missus: No I mean Patrick Hutchinson

Me: Who?

Missus: The psychic were going to see tonight

Me: What?

Missus: I’m sure I told you before

(Bet it was when I was on the computer or doing something that took up most of my attention thinks I while typing up Patrick Hutchinson’s name into the internet browser on smartphone)

Ok so my night out had changed from a decent meal and maybe a few drinks to going to some pub and sit down listening to a bloke that refers to himself as The Soul Toucher, a retarded nickname that made me (And probably most of B3ta) think of a number of jokes instantly.

After the 20 minute trip to the place and 10 – 15 minute sit down at the local boozer before the thing started, I managed to get a good look at both his site and a few others mentioning his name. His official one is a little out of date but it was nothing extraordinary, with various photos of past shows with pictures of people surrounded by spiritual orbs (otherwise known as specs of dust), so far so typical I thought until I happened to skip to the news section to find a story of how he claims to have helped the police in Yorkshire after unearthing a child abuse case at one of his shows. I could go into the reasons why I think that getting someone to admit to this in a very public setting is wrong but another of other sites I looked at also mentioned that Mr Hutchinson attempts to get people to admit to being abused at a couple of his evenings (Sounds like a fun night out).

Anywhoo Mr Hutchinson finally starts and mentioned that there was definitely presence tonight, he managed to pick someone out and say he was getting the spirit of a dead miner called John (Wow hes picked the most common name from a few years back along with what was once the main profession for this area) sadly for Patrick this trick didn’t seem to work as the woman he chose had no connection. Hutchinson didn’t leave it at that though and after as few subtle changes we got the spirit of a woman called Jill that had an uncle that worked in electrical for a local coal mine.

To make this story as short as possible- Hutchinson then got pissed at the audience for not believing him and then attempted to do something with a glass and a table… that failed. He then spent a few minutes calling the ghosts in the room weak and soft as an attempt to get some sort of response. Still nothing.

By now there were a few disbelievers (including my wife who could not make eye contact with me for fear of laughing) who had realised that they could have spent their money on something better than sitting watch a man yell at a glass so Hutchinson decided to step it up again by taking a few photos of the room to show us where the spirit orbs were, but he had to do this in the dark. By now the few pints I had bulk bought at the beginning of the night were gone and I was getting a little bored. Hutchinson and one of his helpers told us to stay still and he would take a few photos. He started the countdown and for some unknown reason when the flash went off both myself and the missus turned to the camera and said cheese quite loudly while smiling cheesily and giving a thumbs up to the camera.

Hutchinson wasn’t too happy and yelled at us to leave despite my defence of saying I was told to do it after being possessed by the spirits from behind the bar. This set my wife off laughing and we headed off into the night to get royally drunk instead.

Apologies for epic length.
(mon bison powered by magnets, Fri 14 Sep 2012, 10:51, 3 replies)

The Shaman
My mate is related to the Director of Research at the Scott Polar Research Institute, University of Cambridge, Dr Piers Vitebsky, who is basically a world authority on Shamanism, with particular experience in Siberian Shamanism. He's actually lived out there with some of the last Shamans of Russia.

Many years ago he persuaded one of the last of these Shamans to come to the UK and stay with him. My mate went to Cambridge whilst this old guy was there, and described the experience of even being in the same room as this guy as being exceedingly odd; as if spirits had travelled with him. He said the living room felt crowded, despite the fact it was only him, his mum, Piers, his wife, and this old guy in it.

He's otherwise a completely rational bloke, and just told me how it seemed.
( Jahled Three shades of black, Fri 14 Sep 2012, 10:26, 4 replies)

Family ghosts
Having grown up in Africa we would regularly go and visit the farm, still inhabited by my grandma, that had been in the family since 1700 and something. So there's a lot of history on the farm... you can see where this is going right?
The stories she told included (but weren't limited to):
1) Seeing a phantom portuguese sailor, complete in stripey stockings etc. (she dated him from his clothes) being run down by an ox wagon on the farm
2) When my grandmother's father died she was visited by a coffin sliding in and out of the bedroom. My mum was there as a little girl, sleeping in bed behind her mum, and so also claims to have seen this
3) The farmhouse had some additions made in the past 80 years and, what used to be the boys' bedroom, had now become an indoor bathroom. With a big crack running from ceiling to floor at the one end of the room. The story goes that the boys were in bed one night when this big, slathering black dog with red eyes (I always pictured a hounds of the baskerville type thing) appeared out of that wall and ran to the other side of the room, out the door. Next morning, of course, the crack had appeared in the wall. This did not bode well for me ever using the toilet there as i was so fixated on that demon dog reappearing, that i think i must have been constipated by the end of each farm visit.
4) As a little girl used to going to sleep with the city's street lights providing background luminescence, the pitch blackness of the farm would often scare me. My mum's advice, "Don't worry, all the ghosts here are old family ghosts, they won't hurt you". Well, they certainly did not help me sleep.

Of course today I can't believe the crap they told us little girls - if these were things they really believed, it shouldn't have been told to impressionable, scared little girls who couldn't then use the toilet with the door shut.
( Tiffany Aching 's bowl of oatmeal tried to stare her down and won, Fri 14 Sep 2012, 10:13, 4 replies)

Pear Ice Cream.
Not so much a haunting but a weird experience for my mum in a dream.

Sadly my mum's dad passed away quite a few years ago but she kept having dreams of him talking to her. The messages were not very clear to her but one dream that occurred a fair few times was him telling her that there were no walls in heaven and to tell her mother.

For months she tried to work out what he meant by this and eventually asked her mother what he could have possibly meant by this. Now here is the freaky part. My Nan told my mum that one of their favourite things in the world was ice cream (walls) and they had made a "private" promise to each other that whoever went first, would let the other one know whether there was any ice cream in heaven. Bearing in mind my mum had no knowledge of this promise, it's either a massive sub-conscious coincidence, or the old legend was contacting my mum via the afterlife.
(bROKEN aRROW PUA HVI Master, Fri 14 Sep 2012, 10:10, 2 replies)

Phantom driver
Jamil is a lovely bloke. From Senegal, through France, via Sweden to Blighty. He is also very black ("Born in the night" is a phrase he tends to use)

Whilst living in Sweden he was driving down an unlit road at night when a cop car drove towards him, suddenly turned in the road behind him and started to pull him over.

Now, the black population in Sweden is not exactly huge, and he had suffered racism before, so was slowly beginning to seethe at this perceived injustice.

Slowly, one of the cops starts walking towards his car, as he gets closer he stops and turns to his colleague, who appears to have started a laughing fit in the police car. He turns back to Jamil, walking as slowly as humanly possible until he gets to the drivers window.

The cop has gone bright red, and starts to almost stutter as he speaks. "Sorry sir. Err...I don't know quite what to say. It was dark, and, er, you are dark, and, er, I couldn't see anyone driving the car. I mean, it looked as if there was noone in the car. Sorry. You can go."

Jamil starts pissing himself with laughter, the other cop has walked up to the car as well and is still laughing as the cop who couldn't see goes redder and redder.

It was some time before Jamil stopped laughing and could go on his merry way.

(Tenuous "ghost" story and shameless pea roast)
( monkeyboyalpha jumping on the bandwagon since, Fri 14 Sep 2012, 9:44, 3 replies)

I was touched up by a ghost when I was younger
I was asleep when it happened but there was ectoplasm in my pants when I woke up so it deffo must have occurred. I hope it was a sexy, young, female ghost otherwise that'd be well gay!
(wehttamman via B3ta for microwave, Fri 14 Sep 2012, 8:47, 6 replies)

I'm haunted.
By the memory of my previous time on the naughty step for doing nothing wrong.
(Legless is a prick., Fri 14 Sep 2012, 7:25, 80 replies)

I've moved to the United Arab Emirates
and have been having a rather unsettling experience.

We have a very nice three bedroom apartment in a smallish apartment building with eight flats in it. All is great with it, except for one thing- the master bathroom smells horrible.

I've put chlorine in all the drains, I've scrubbed and flushed the toilet a dozen times, but still the reek remains. I think I've finally figured it out: the gasses are bubbling up through the toilet trap, probably because of a bad vent pipe.

So my bathroom is haunted by the invisible ghosts of past meals of my neighborhood...
( The Resident Loon Not a demographic. Do not measure., Fri 14 Sep 2012, 6:09, 5 replies)

Very Nasty House
My GF moved into a large place that had very high turnover of flatmates. First day - she got out of the shower and felt a cold finger go down her naked back in her bedroom. That night I took a piss upstairs, turned and in a split second a malevolent floating figure moved from down the hall to right through my face. We bailed. Never went back.

Later heard stories of Victorian incest, murder and suicide in the house.

A year later Peter Jackson used it as a location in 'Heavenly Creatures'. Apparently it gave off a vibe to PJ, so the location scout told me.
( hismastersvice cunting flange-jammer, Fri 14 Sep 2012, 4:06, 2 replies)

Ghost in the wall
I love to read local ghost stories, I don't believe in ghosts but I do like to scare myself by reading about them.

One night I was walking alone from the student union, must have been around 11pm. I'd had a few drinks and was taking the short walk back to my accommodation down a street that was supposedly haunted. I'd done this many times before and never had a bit of trouble. However on this night I encountered a peculiar sight. I saw, what appeared to be, the legs of a man in formal trousers emerging from the overgrown ivy walls of an old building.I sped up assuming it was some smack head or drunk messing around but as I passed the trousers I recalled a story I had heard of that street. A formally dressed Victorian gentleman had supposedly been seen to emerge from the walls on occasion and stalk passers by.

At this point I became freaked out and began to run down the street. Smack head or ghost I didn't like the idea of being followed. Red in the face and out of breath I almost ran straight into a group of tourists as I turned the corner onto the next street. They asked if I was ok and I told them that I'd seen something strange in the ivy, to which the group leader burst into laughter.

They were on a ghost walk and the guy hiding in the ivy was an actor.
(FootOfTim, Fri 14 Sep 2012, 2:59, 1 reply)

I had a poo once
I felt the need for it, I felt it come out, It felt the back splash, I looked in the bowl.....Nothing. Phantom Poo Oooooooooooooo
(pony182, Fri 14 Sep 2012, 1:59, Reply)

For fuck's sake.
It was the janitor.

Nearly every time.
( Infidel , shit and wrong, Fri 14 Sep 2012, 0:32, 2 replies)