AN APPARITION AND HER PET
(Toby)
I've been living in my house all my life, well I should say for 17 years now.  Our house is over 100 years old and this area was bombed quite badly during the war. My mother and sister have always been able to sense ghosts.  On our landing there is an out washing machine, but it used to be an old washing cupboard.  The bathroom door is right next to it and my sister has said that she has seen faint outlines of a person standing there, my mother says she has also felt something there.  I've only heard noises up there.  My sister says she believes it to be an old lady, from the outline of her and my mum says that she feels that it is as well, so we nicknamed her Mrs. Cooksley.....that was the old lady that lived and died in this house.  Recently I have seen what can only be described as a little black dog out the corner of my eye.  I mentioned this to my mum and she said she has seen it as well run out from under the stairs.  When I have had friends over to sleep they have also said they have seen a dark shadow walk from the bottom of the stairs and out through the kitchen. The other day I was laying in bed with the door shut and suddenly I heard as if someone had kicked the door, so I shot up to open the door and nothing was there.  I went downstairs and everyone was in the front room and no one had left that room for about an hour.  Odd things go missing in the bedrooms, and as I walk out of the bathroom I "ALWAYS" get a cold rush come over me.




THE OLD WOMAN WHO LURKS
IN OUR HOUSE
(Toby)
My mother and sister used to live on their own before they met my dad. They lived in a house that is just down the road from where our current home is, as I said before the area was bombed quite badly in the war. My sister who was 5 years old at the time said that she used to see an old lady standing next to her bed while she fell asleep, but if she woke up in the middle of the night she would be gone. She also used to tell my mum that her "friend (The old woman)" told her that her husband had been hurt in the war and she was now very lonely.  My mum thought this was strange to be coming out the mouth of a 5 year old.  This was an old house, so as you come out of the back door on to the patio, you have to go down some steps to go into the garden.  The thing that sent chills down my spine was when my mum told me that her and my sister had gone into town one day shopping, as they do every Saturday.  My Auntie had come down to do the gardening and after a few hours she looked up towards the upstairs window and saw what she thought was my mum, so she waved, but didn't get a response, so she went up to the house to find out why my mum was being rude.....only to find that the house was empty and all locked up!




WITNESS TO A SUICIDE RECREATION
(Toby)
My best mates neighbors were telling my mate and I that they used to live in a house over on the other side of town. This house's previous owner committed suicide in his garage, by sitting in his car with the engine running, with a hosepipe running from the exhaust through the window.  They moved into the house about a year later.  One day, while the husband was at work and his wife at home.  She was about to leave to pick up her husband but as she walked into her garage through the side door, she noticed the garage was filled with smoke.  Oddly, she discovered her car engine running and a hose pipe running from her exhaust through the window, just as the scene probably was when the previous owner committed suicide.  There was no one else around and no one was in the car.




THE WORLD WAR II GHOST
(Toby)
My friend Jake told me of a incident when he was younger.  He was about 10 years old and he was lying in bed in his mum's house and fell asleep.  When he woke up, he turned over to find the head of a soldier lying next to him on his pillow, just staring at him.  He could see down to his chest and he said it could only be described as a world war II uniform.  As you can understand he didn't sleep in that bedroom again and moved out rather soon afterwards!




THE HAUNTED DRAMA ROOM
(Toby)
Where I go to college,  there is a big mansion that used to be the owner's house.  In the days it was tradition that the gatehouse and the mansion was never joined by a straight path. It used to wind right through where our drama room is now.  History has it that the groundskeeper's son got trampled to death by a horse and cart, exactly where the drama room is now.  Even in the middle of summer, the drama room is always freezing cold. The room has blacked out windows and huge black curtains.  Sometimes the curtains will move and sway when there are no windows open.  I'd also like to add that I  always get a cold chill when I walk past a certain point.  The curtains also open slightly and close on their own, it's a really strange place.




IT WON'T LET HIM SLEEP!
(Toby)
My sister used to have the bedroom that I have now before she moved out.  At the time of this experience my family and I were on holiday and she was looking after the house with her boyfriend.  She had to be at work in the early hours of the morning, so her boyfriend dropped her off at work.  As he came home he was walking up the stairs and he told me he could swear he could feel someone watching him from the top of the landing.  But as he turned round there was no one there.  He went back to sleep and was woken up by someone calling his name.  He was half asleep, so he answered, thinking it was my sister but there was no reply.  It was then that he realized that no one was home.  He tried to put it down as his imagination, but as he was trying to get back to sleep, he said he could feel someone towering over him, watching him and then he felt something sit on the side of the bed.




THE DREAMS
(Kayleigh)
I have always had strange things happen to me when I was younger in my old house and even though I don't live there anymore I still have dreams about the horrible thing that went on. I am now 15 and we have since moved away from that house 5 years ago. When I was about 5, I remember my older sister Julia and I sitting in the biggest bedroom of the house getting ready to go a bed. My other sister Kelly came runny in telling us that my mum had just pulled up outside. As my sisters ran downstairs, I stood at the top of the stairs. As I stood there waiting, I suddenly felt something grab at the collar of my pajamas and push me down the stairs. I have a scar above my left eyebrow where I cracked my head open as I hit my head at the bottom. Recently I keep having dreams about going to a big castle and getting lost in the hall ways, that never seem to end. I end up in this big hall that is massive and everything is gold.  There are statues of mythical creatures all around this great hall.  I always feel everything in my dreams. I can touch, taste and smell everything around me.  In this dream I am standing at the door way and there is a tall man dressed in black, looking at me.  There are also voices all around me, going in circles.  There's also whispers, like children and their talking very quickly.  Also, there seems to be a great force pushing and pulling me to the other side of the hall.  At the other side, I hear a child scream in my ear and then shout "Get out"!  Then I always wake up. I have been having these dreams for about a month and they seem to come and go.




EAST END CHARLIE
(Jim)
(Note: The true names of the individuals in this story have been changed, to protect their identity)
In 1984 I was stationed at RAF Woodbridge and RAF Bentwaters, the twin bases in Suffolk England. I was the Sergeant in charge of the Security Police flight that normally worked mid-night shifts. As with all personnel I was briefed on the local information and some general dos and don'ts. I was told a story about a German WWII pilot who crashed at RAF Woodbridge, which had been a "crash" base during the war, and when he crashed, he was able to exit the plane, however, the plane was on fire and as he exited the aircraft he too was engulfed in flames. The responding emergency flight crews observed the German pilot completely engulfed in flames running around the East end of the runway, trying to extinguish the flames. As he approached the East Gate area he stumbled in the path of a staff car, he spun around and faced the car and placed his burning hands upon the hood, and he then fell to the ground dead, burned alive. The gate guard noticed the staff car had a set of hand prints burned into the hood where Charlie had touched the car. I dismissed this as pure fancy and continued to process into the Squadron.  A few weeks later I would come face to face with this so called apparition, and my belief in the Supernatural would be seriously shaken. I was working on a midnight shift, I had ensured all my Security personnel had been posted to their respective posts and I was about to conduct a post check to see that all was well with everyone. I had conducted a check of the Main Gate personnel and the roving patrols, I was now going to check on the East Gate Guard, that night it was Airman Myles, Airman Myles was very nervous that night, he told me he had seen strange things at the far end of the East Gate. My response was, don't worry about it, it was just a trick of the light. I told him I would personally go over in that area and check it out. This seemed to calm him down until the heavy gate swung closed by itself. The gate made a loud clanging noise that brought me to my feet. I exited my patrol car and with my 9mm pistol in my hand I checked the entire area within 100 meters. I located nothing, but my 6th sense was running wild, something was very wrong, I just couldn't put my finger on it.  Airman Myles told me he was not going to stay at that post. I looked at him and I realized nothing I was going to say would change his mind, even the threat of Military punishment was not going to make him stand that post. I contacted the Flight Officer Lt. Freedman, and I told him how Airman Myles was acting, and about the sounds I heard, I told him I was going to close the gate until I could have the area searched with a canine unit. The Lieutenant agreed to temporarily close the gate and have a full search conducted.  As we were swinging the gate closed we saw a flickering light to the immediate left of where we stood, the light grew in intensity and I felt the hairs on the back of my neck stand up, I could feel an electric charge in the air. I told Airman Myles to secure the gate with the padlock and I was going to sweep the area on foot. Normally I did not use a flashlight, mainly because I did not want to give away my position, that night I was damn glad I hadn't used that flashlight, because if I had seen the apparition in full light I might not have survived with my sanity.  Just as I turned to walk across the roadway toward the blast wall I felt a terrible heat to my left side, I looked to my left just as Airman Myles blurted out, "Oh My God, what the hell is that?"  All I could see was a mass of flames and what appeared to be a human figure in the midst of the searing heat. The "thing" walked directly toward where I stood, near the patrol car, I dodged behind the car and brought my pistol up in an attempt to acquire a good target. The "thing" then walked directly to the front of the patrol car and seemed to lean upon there hood area, then it vanished.  I looked at Airman Myles and said, "get in the damn car, now, we are leaving this @!*&% place!"  Airman Myles wasted no time in entering the car and we both left the area in a cloud of smoke from the tires.  When we reached the Main Base, we drove directly to the Law Enforcement Desk, as we exited the car we noticed something very strange in the yellow vapor lights of the parking lot. In the hood of the squad car were a set of hand prints burned into the paint, I could only assume it was from East End Charlie. Needless to say, from that day on, if any of my men said they weren't going to man the gate that night, I would close the damn thing and wait for Charlie to make his evening walk, then I would open the gate again and thank God he didn't want to do anything more than leave a hand print!




GHOST....EVERYWHERE I GO!
(Rachel)
Four years ago my family was living on the bottom floor of an old victorian flat in London.  It was built in 1898 or so.  My brother and I had separate bedrooms and one morning we got up to have breakfast before going to school.  My brother told all of us that he got up to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night and saw an old lady with long white hair, wearing some sort of dress floating.  She came out of my room and went into the bathroom.  He walked into the bathroom, looked around, but nothing was there. He then ran into my parent's room and stayed there the rest of the  night. When he told us, I believed him, but our parent's didn't.  Soon after that, we ended up sharing a room.  About two weeks later, I ended up having my own experience. My brother and I had gone to bed and he was asleep, but what I didn't know was that my parents were arguing.  I was trying to go to sleep when I heard a man's voice say to me "shut the door kid... shut the door", then whoever or whatever it was went off whistling and shut the door.  With that, I hid under my covers and after a while I got up and asked my mum and dad if they had come in or heard anyone tell me to shut the door.  I also asked if they were watching any army films on the telly because of the whistling, but they both said no, then my mum put me into bed.  Soon after my 9th birthday we moved into a different house and my experiences continued.

Soon after we moved into our new home, my dad left and it was just me, my mum and my brother, which made life different. Me and my brother had different rooms but no matter what room I switch to, I would have experiences in it. I was in my first room and I had a cabin bed.  One night I was going to sleep and I always slept with my door open.  This particular night,  I thought my brother was standing outside my room so I repeatedly told him to go to bed, but my requests seemed to go unheard.  I gave up on telling him to go away, so I sat up and told him to come here, then said again for him to leave, but whoever it was vanished. I shut my door and went to bed.  Another night, I was going to sleep when I heard really heavy footsteps enter my room and start walking towards my bed very slowly.  Scared, I closed my eyes and hid under my cover until it stopped.  Once on a Sunday morning, I woke up with what felt like something push down on the mattress behind my head.  I turned over quickly and my cover got pulled off my bed and thrown across the room.  With that, I ran down the stairs and watched t.v. with my brother.  Often when I'm home alone, I will stay downstairs and make sure all the lights are on and watch t.v.  I will sit on the sofa and sometimes, I will see things moving out of the corner of my eyes or hear voices say one thing, then stop.  This happens nearly every few days.  My mum's doesn't seem to be a skeptic anymore.  I told her what I have been experiencing and she told me that she was crying one night and she saw her grandparents and they told everything was going to be alright.

One night three of my friends stayed around and in the morning we were all laughing and we all heard a woman's voice (high pitched) call out my best friend's name, Emma. There was no other woman in the house, but we stayed in my room for a little while, then went downstairs and asked my brother if he heard it and he said no.  Another time, me and my brother have been sitting in his room playing on his playstation, when the door has opened closed and opened itself again and again, we were sat there so shocked because there was no one in.  There was no possible way it could have been the wind, because you have to push the handles right down to open the doors in my house.  Another time when I was ten or eleven, we visited a church, because my dad liked to visit historical places.  He is a teacher but while we were there, I didn't want to go in but I was dragged in by my annoyed mum and saw a face next to the altar.  It was behind a wooden sort of gateway.  I have always been fascinated with ghosts and paranormal activity, so I went to a library with my mates and looked for ghost books with pictures and saw a  picture of what I saw in the church that day.  It turned out to be a 'grim reaper' believe it or not.  My brother and I get weird feelings at the same time and my boyfriend also gets weird headaches and feels sick when he feels something paranormal.  One time my two dogs were barking at the air when nothing was there and I got the heebie-jeebies (shiver) and he got his headache.  Also my friends are scared of my house and my best friend Emma has seen the bin lid lift off in the middle of the night.  Another time with my friends it was just me and my friend Jeni and we were up watching a scary film on the t.v. when we heard what sounded like someone falling down the stairs then someone rustling in the cutlery draw.  On Halloween, I had all my friends stay round as it was my birthday party and as everyone started to fall asleep I saw a light moving around the room which didn't scare me, but amazed me.  I watched it, while it floated around all of my friends but it didn't come near me.  After a while, I went and slept upstairs with two of my friends.





VIVID
(Dean)
As a child we used to live in a different home than the one we currently live in.  I was never sure of the history of the home or land and can honestly say that I never really took the time to look into it either. But I will say this, ironically my brother is friends with the daughter of the people currently living in the home.  And from what I understand, they claim to also experience strange occurrences in the home.  I would love to inquire about what experiences they have had in the home and whether they occurred in my old bedroom, but don't know how to go about inquiring without influencing them with my own personal experiences. I would like for them to first tell me what they are experiencing to see if it concurs with my own experiences there.  My first experience must have been around the age of five or maybe even before then, because I can remember my dad decorating the bedroom next door for my brother, who at the time, wasn't born yet.  My room was against the creepiest room in the house.  It was a very small toilet room.  I can't recall feeling anything threatening about it, except there was an uneasiness about it and that my Mum would get into all sorts of stupid positions while vacuuming the hall, to avoid turning her back to the area.  After growing up, my Mum told me about a few instances where I would tell her to "Make the old lady go away"!!  She also said that I used to say that this woman would come sit on the end of my bed and talk to me.  In all honesty, I can't remember this happening but do remember one night after going to bed, I woke up and as I woke up, I looked over my covers.  I had the quilt lifted just enough so that only my eyes were showing.  I can remember seeing as clear as day a very distinctive white woman float from one side of my room to the other, then to my brother's bedroom to the creepy toilet area.  She wore a nightcap with some sort of cotton wool buds around the bottom.  She had a crooked old face and wore a long nightgown with the same sort of cotton wool thingies at the bottom.  She was also carrying a candle and seemed to have her index finger hooked into the holder.  The other strange thing I recall is that she had no legs.  She never looked at me, she just seemed to pass by. Then the only other thing I remember happening in this house was that  one night I fell out of bed from having a bad dream.  When I woke up on the floor in a panic, I opened my eyes and heard what sounded almost like a ghostly cartoon type wail....sort of a Wooooooooo! I ran out of the room as fast as lighting and to my Mum and Dad's room.  My Dad would always say to me that he thought it was an owl.  All I can say is that it must have been a pretty strange owl!


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