The Ghost House
Many years ago, when I was still married, it was the norm for our little family group (me, the wife, her sister & husband) to go and see New Year's Eve in with style. By standing around the imposing gateposts to a house that has long been demolished and is rumoured to appear every New Year's Eve. (The house was known as Knighton Gorges, near the village of Knighton, on the Isle of Wight if you're interested.) About 20 or so other people were there as it's a bit of a local tradition, although I haven't partaken for a few years.

Anyway, one year (must've been about 1998-ish or so), at about 00:15am, I was standing at the gateposts, eyes adjusted to the dark, when I saw it.

Imagine the corner of a large, imposing house being lit by a single floodlight on the ground, catching one window. Now imagine someone winding up the floodlight, holding it on full brightness for a few seconds, then turning it down again. That was what I saw. And in that very location there is nothing. No structures, and nothing but woodland behind it. Unfortunately none of my family saw it and I was too dumbstruck to say anything until it had gone.

The gateposts can be seen in the picture about half way down this page.
(--merciless-- is delightfully fragrant, Thu 3 Jul 2008, 13:32, 2 replies)

AAAARRRGH!
That bastard link has just shot the shit out of me.
Having read all the creepy as hell stories and getting increasingly tense and frightened, out of the corner of my eye a tiny grey lady appears on the bloody screen!

I gagged on my feta stuffed pepper.
( Wet-chinned bag shanker Cannot parse Wogan, Thu 3 Jul 2008, 13:54, closed)

The Isle of Wight
is reputedly one of the most haunted places per square mile in England. I used to live over there, and some of the things I felt or saw were very hard to explain. Knighton Gorges is damn spooky at the best of times.
( Duke Of Belmsford has got 99 records, but Jay-Z ain't one, Thu 3 Jul 2008, 23:46, closed)