I'm not a spiritualist, nor a sceptic, nor am I religious in any way.
I cannot explain any of the things which have happened to me, but they do tend to persist.

When I was a nipper, I lived in a cottage on a farm just outside Hawick, Scotland. My bedroom door had a massive glass panel in it. Every night I saw the shape of a man outside. Sometimes pacing the landing, with accompanying footsteps, and at other times, he'd be leaning against it facing away. When he leaned, I could always smell pipe smoke. Always. Apparently, one night of fitful sleep had me screaming and shouting at him because he was sitting at the end of my bed, touching my feet. When my parents came rushing into the room, they saw no man, woman or beast. No rattling of windows denoting an escaping peado or anything. He just vanished.

That was my first experience that I remember. It really shit me up and I would not sleep on my own for ages after.

A little bit of back story helps me explain this one, if only to myself.
The day I was born, my Dad's grandmother died. Something like 2 or 3 hours before I spawned. Some relatives reckon she was making room for my sorry arse.
Anyway, I'm babbling. When I lived in Scotland, she was never there. When I moved to Plymouth, I began to see the image of an old woman looking out of my window. Even when I moved house, she was there. When I moved back to Scotland, she wasnt there. I moved to London a few years later, she re-appeared. Same stance, same height, same clothes and hair, et al. Then I moved back to Scotland AGAIN, and again she vanished. Gives me the fear, that does. Now I'm in England again, she hasnt re-appeared. Last time I saw her, she began to turn round to show me her face for the first time, but before I could, she vanished. I like to think its my Dad's grandmother watching over me, and not just some aged stalker from beyond the grave. I'm wondering if she'll make a re-appearance when I get to Africa.

In one of the houses I lived in before, the stairs had a turn halfway down. Like a partial spiral. Every time I walked down those stairs, I could feel the presence of something or someone watching me. No idea who or what it was, but there was definatley something there.

For me, spooky shit. For most other people, horse shit.

Apologies for length, but I had a spectral stalker for almost 19 years.
(King of Swandanavia Proud owner of the worlds first Flong, Fri 4 Jul 2008, 22:53, Reply)