A Ghost Story


With Halloween approaching today Village Elder enjoyed sharing a tale of how , years ago, a troubled local stalked the dark lane outside our cottage with a loaded shotgun.
He enjoys telling a good story and should be employed as a teller of tales, as he'd make a fortune
scaring  the  bejesus out of any small child with a healthy imagination.
Years ago, on a cold and very dark autumn evening , I am sure the dogs saw a ghost in the garden of a bungalow next to the church. We had three dogs then. A five year old Welsh terrier called Finlay, Maddie a Scottish terrier and Meg a Welsh terrier puppy and I remember clearly that when we passed the Church gates all three dogs stopped short and refused to move forward along the lane.
They did not appear frightened but looked more curious and a little perplexed and all three seemed to be looking at the same spot several feet from the ground in the centre of a lawned part of the garden.
It was the oddest thing to witness as there was nothing for me to see, but the dogs, in their stillness had seen something and their quiet vigil was the most unnerving of experiences I can tell you.

That walk was cut very short I can tell you!

As we slowly approach Halloween......please share your own ghost story!
I'd be interested to hear them





112 comments:

  1. I lived in the parlor of a big old Edwardian home. The family that built the home came to me and pleaded that I would let them free. I can still see them. The house burned down a few years later, and when I went back they were gone.

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    1. Now u need to elaborate just a little....tell us more about how the family contacted you

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  2. Ooooooooooooooo!

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  3. OK, let me just say, I love that picture.

    I haven't had that hair-standing-up-on-the-back-of-my-neck supernatural feeling in many years. But I remember feeling it quite often as a child.

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    1. And? ....I need stories..to read in the dark later

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  4. This happened when I was about 7 years of age. One night I had to get out of bed to go to the bathroom. This was strange as I'd only just gone to bed. But we children always had a mug of cocoa at bedtime so I thought it was that. When I entered the bathroom I immediately saw a ghost. It looked at me as if it had been expecting me. I looked closely at the apparition and took in every detail. I'm amazed when I think about it that I even had presence of mind to carry out a kind of experiment. First I closed my eyes and then opened them again. The ghost was still there. So, next thing I slowly turned so my back was to the ghost and counted a few seconds, and then turned back towards it wondering if it would still be there. It was still there. Now what? I went onto the landing at the top of the stairs and called out my parents who were downstairs. Come quick! My mother came after some delay and I told her about the ghost in the bathroom. She told me to go back in. I went back in and sure enough the ghost had gone. Many years later I went into a museum near Salzburg and saw a wax figure described as "a Celtic Chieftain". It was the same as my ghost. Exactly. Right down the last detail except for one thing - the ghost I saw was a flat projection on a bare white wall.

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    1. I forgot to say I didn't see the ghosts legs. The bath against the wall cut him off at the waist.

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    2. I've Googled saltsburg Celtic chieftain and there are a few to choose from

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    3. Thanks John, there are too many. But you'd be looking for a man with a purple face (woad?) wearing leather sleeves jacket with gold rings down the front fastened with strips of leather. And two small horns!!

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    5. sleeveless jacket - and two small horns on his head, like a devil.

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  5. Many years ago I saw a man walking in the grounds of a school where I lived who dissapeared as he went round a corner . I wasn't the only person who saw him , among others was my father who recognised the man , he was a workman who had been working at the school on his last job be for emigrating he had been killed one morning in a road accident in freezing fog .

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    1. I like that, it's kind of creepy that more than one person saw him

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  6. A few months after my Dad died I woke in the middle of the night. Our cat Sam always slept with us. She got up from beside me and went to the end of the bed. She started prancing back and forth and leaning her head to one side as if being petted on the head. I watched for perhaps 10 seconds and then just said her name. She stopped, looked at me, then back over her shoulder . I assume it was my Dad as she just loved him and he, her.

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    1. Grief has a lot to do with some ghostly experiences for obvious reasons

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  7. when I went back they were gone.


    แตกใน xxx

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  8. Remember what side of the Atlantic I live on. Easy accessibility to automatic weapons sends more chills through me than any ghost can.

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    1. Anonymous4:00 pm

      Nice one Kirk

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    2. We are not going down route again, I've just got my followers back

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  9. We have a ghost in the office where I work, the building was a Victorian factory, we think the ghost doesn't realise that it doesn't need to attend the workplace anymore. Doors open ajar by themselves (no gusts of wind); cups and items are moved in the daylight, furniture as well; sometimes there is a rapping on the office door as though someone wants to enter but there is no-one there. Dogs that come into the office stand and stare at a particular corner but don't growl or are alarmed. Lights are switched on and off at random. Very odd.

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    1. The boss is going to put cctv in shortly for other reasons. But the actions have all been witnessed by staff, independently and as a group. There is also a room where the generator is that is icy cold, and a corridor too.

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  10. My Mum and Dad regularly had their bedclothes pulled off at the bottom of the bed and the pictures on the staircase wall used to fall down one by one, bomp, bomp, bomp........

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    1. That would freak me out more than holding a tarantula

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  11. What a great story today. I enjoyed it very much. Love the photo.
    I see ghosts or spirits. If I am busy at my drawing table and sometimes look up out a window, I "see" shadows walking just out of view. (I am explaining this very badly) They never bother me as I have always seen them. As I grow older I see them less and less. My vision is getting worst so I think it is a trick of the eye.

    cheers, parsnip

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  12. Simone's comment reminds me. In the Dylan Thomas Boathouse at Laugharne a pole holding a tapestry on a wall jumped out of its fittings and somehow clattered violently down the wall to land at my feet. I'd just been thinking what would the poet think if he could now see us all sitting in his bedroom watching a BBC Wales video about his life. A spokesman for a party of American visitors accused me of some trickery, but only I knew the truth.

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    1. He had a temper didn't he?

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    2. Him and The Cat as Caitlin was called. Especially when they had no beer money. It must have been great in Brown's Hotel of a night when he was in form. I don't know what the Welsh for Blarney is but he had it. And the jokes . . . bloo or what!

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  13. Anonymous3:49 pm

    If I can figure out how to post, I have two..
    I was alone at home, in the basement, when I heard footsteps upstairs. I yelled, “i’ll Be up in a minute.” When I went up, there was no-one there. I went back downstairs, doing laundry, when I heard it again. This time I yelled, “Go away, you were not invited into my home.” I never heard the footsteps again.
    The second was when my Father died. We didn’t have a great relationship. He was an alcoholic, although a nice one. I lived with him for a short while where he borrowed money from me just about every week. After he died, for about two weeks he would visit me in my dreams. I couldn’t figure out what he wanted from. The last night he visited, he gave me six numbers. I woke up and spoke to him. “What can I do with six numbers? You talk to me more in my dreams than you ever did in real life. You need to go.” I took those six numbers and bet the lottery. I won 1,000.00 and have never heard from him again, sadly. I wish I hadn’t told him to leave.
    Debbie

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    1. The first was a real ghost story. The second possibly a stress reaction dream

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  14. I don't believe in ghosts ... but occasionally I get a waft of fresh cigarette smoke and lavender, in a house where nobody smokes. It makes me think it's my mum visiting, which is comforting.

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    1. Smells and taste are often related to memory

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    2. Smoke and floral scents are common migraine aura hallucinations. Not ghosts. Or *maybe* not ghosts.

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  15. We have a big bathroom. One night I was cleaning my teeth when I felt a hand go down the back of my jeans and squeeze my bum. I laughed and turned, thinking it was my husband but I was alone. Trust me to get a randy one.

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  16. When my two grandkids here were babies they lived in an old two-story house that had a ghost. One weekend their parents had to go out of town to attend a wedding so I stayed with the kids. They were only about 20 months apart in age, so by the time I went to bed I was pretty exhausted. Shortly after I lay down, I felt something/someone sit on the edge of the bed near the foot. I just said, in my mind, "I know you're there, but I'm too tired to deal with this now. Please leave me alone." And he did. We would often smell fresh cigarette smoke in the kids' rooms and no one in the family was a smoker.

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    1. I believe ghosts are imprints in time nothing more than that. But I think the phenomenon exists

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    2. Well, this one's butt made an impression in my bed. :)

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  17. Everyone thought I was making this up when I told it at the time .. After my husband had died ...
    I was cooking something in a big pot on the stove, on low .. then I started fussing around the house, alone , making things neat ... finding things that had been misplaced, lost in a world of quiet and not thinking about much ..
    I went to the back of the house and thought I heard something .. a noise at the other end of the house, like a glass breaking.
    Freaked me out .. was someone breaking in ??
    I grabbed the cell phone and tiptoed into the living room .. nothing ... the hall ... nothing ... into the kitchen where the food was burning and ready to be a real fire ...
    but there was no glass broken .. anywhere.
    I never found the source of the noise .. I never heard it again.
    I never left food cooking alone again.

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    1. I had something similar happen , though not so dramatic, when I was taking care of my grandkids. (See my comment above.) I was in the kitchen fixing a bottle for the youngest and I felt a presence behind me. The hair on the back of my neck stood up and I felt a tingly energy next to me. It was like "he" was telling me to hurry up and get in there. Both kids had colic pretty badly, so maybe the ghost was tired of hearing the crying. :)

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  18. I am afraid I cannot share a ghost story as of course there are no such things as ghosts but I could make a ghost story up if you wish.

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    1. I can't believe you have never has anything creepy happen to you

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  19. I think you've heard mine John, I post it most Halloweens x

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  20. A poltergeist once threw a library book from a high shelf as I was standing in the aisle. I was the only person in the village library apart from the lady who stamped the books and she was behind her counter. I looked at the book and the subject was ghosts. The book was open at the page which commenced "and the only substance a ghost cannot transmit its image through is enamel. . ." which was a surprise, but which explained why the ghost I spoke about above was obscured from the waist down by the bath in the room. Ghosts exist. QED.

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    1. A driver threw a half eaten burger at me a few months ago

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    2. Very wise driver. I wouldn't eat them either.

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  21. Many years ago I started on an NHS management trainee scheme and on my first day I arrived nice and early. I was the only person in so I made my way to the desk I had been shown at interview. Four offices were clustered around a landing at the top of a staircase and I was in one of them. All doors were open and I peeped in and found no one. I sat at my desk and read through some papers that had been left on the desk by nurses over the weekend and assumed I would be dealing with later. After about 10 minutes I heard the sound of newspaper pages being turned in another office quite clearly. Someone was in after all although this puzzled me because I hadn't seen anyone walk past. I got up to go and introduce myself. But when I looked in the room was empty. When my new boss arrived I told him about this because the sound had been so real and he said the admin offices were the hospital Matron's old living quarters and she was always "about". He then carried on about the day ahead of us and then he added that Matron had died 30 years previously as an after thought.

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  22. My husband and I used to have a small cleaning business. We used to clean a daycare that was once a convent with a chapel. One night we heard singing coming from the chapel and thought maybe someone left a cd playing, they always played very soft, classical music. When we turned on the lights it stopped and there was no sort of cd player, or radio in there. Then sometimes the drapes would billow out in the hallway which was strange as there was no source of air to make them move. It happened so ofter we just got use to it and let whoever was singing and billowing the drapes just do it. We never felt afraid or felt something evil was going on. Then one night I was clean a toddler room and a man in a plaid shirt walked very close by me. I didn't look up as I was hovering, but I started talking thinking my husband has come in the room. Then he comes in and asks who I was talking to! That was a little creepy.

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  23. No way - definitely not while I live alone, it is dark and Hallowe'en is my birthday.

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  24. Back in 1990 one October evening I was driving from Knutsford to Macclesfield. My then boyfriend was in the passenger seat and his Grandmother was sat in the back. She was passing round sweets, it was all very normal, when suddenly from the field to my right a horse and carriage shot across the road straight infront of my path. I remember shouting 'we are going to hit it' and was about to perform an emergency stop when we just passed straight through it. It was a strange white colour but quite clear, I looked back in my rear mirror but it was gone. I later did some research and apparently a farmer in the 1800s would ride his horse and carriage to Knutsford to frequent a local pub along that path at the same time each evening. It is said he haunts the pub to this day. X

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  25. For once I haven't got much to say. It happens.

    The best I can come up with that I was once mistaken for a ghost. In a "haunted" castle no less.

    Other than that I sometimes hear my son calling out for me. Only he didn't. Not least when he isn't even in the house. Freaky. I think they call it auditory hallucination. I call it wishful thinking.

    What's so "unnerving", as you say, about your tale of three dogs that we credit animals with senses we appear to be missing. And yet and yet and yet ... A vivid imagination will give us humans all the goose pimples we need to make our spine shiver.

    U

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    1. They only seemed interested in the whatever, not at all frightened

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  26. My father always told me that if he died first he would try to contact me from 'the other side'. On the day of his funeral the phone rang, the line was open but no one was on the other side, just a feeling of a long tunnel between me and whatever. I hung up and the door bell rang. No one there. What do you think?

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    1. The hairs on the back of my neck have just stood up

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  27. In our old house we would smell cigarette smoke _ NJ o explanation kids were little and we didn't smoke. The radio would switch itself on.
    More recent my aunt whose husband died nearly 2 years ago has a lovely old clock which has started working again after years of being broke. I have also smelt his aftershave in the room . No explanation.

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    1. Smell and memory is clearly documented and olfactory hallucinations are more common then you think.

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  28. We have a house ghost we affectionately have named Meredith. Weird stuff happens continually and the cat is often a nervous wreck....

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    1. What does he/she do?

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    2. Doors....always opening doors followed closely by throwing things off tables and coffee tables - of course never whilst we are actually in the room. Sometimes she will whisper our name in our ear from behind. Seems harmless though.

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  29. Many moons ago I was doing some voluntary work in a museum, which was based in an old five storey building that was once a Sunday School. The museum was on the ground and lower ground floors and you went in on the ground floor, then went down into the basement, and then back up to the ground floor. There was also a big old stock room in the basement that was full of all kinds of junk, stock for the shop, random bits from the museum etc and it was usually my job to go and get things.

    One morning I was sent down to the basement to get some papers from the stock room, and as I was about the leave I heard some children coming through the museum. They were chasing each other and giggling like crazy, so I decided to wait in the stock room for them to pass so that I didn't scare them. I heard them run past the door, still giggling, and then race up the stairs to the first floor that were next to the stock room door. Once they'd passed I opened the door just in time to catch them just disappearing round the corner at the top of the stairs. I assumed it was a school party and decided to leave the museum backwards so I didn't disturb them. Once I got back upstairs I mentioned to the shop manager that it was a bit early for a school party, and she looked at me really oddly and said that there was nobody in the museum ... It struck me then that I had heard two children running in heavy, clog-type shoes on a hard stone floor, but all of the floors in the museum were covered in matting ...

    I said nothing as I didn't want anyone to think I was crazy, but then a few months later one of the other staff members mentioned that a year or so before I'd started working there they had had to get a vicar in to bless the top floors of the museum as it was apparently haunted. I asked what people were seeing and was a little bit shocked when she said it was two small boys, who would run around chasing each other and giggling ... On the one hand I almost wish that I'd opened the door that day, but on the other hand I don't.

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  30. Another great story......I'm in the mood for goolies

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  31. My mother-in-law is a WITCH !!! The end.

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    1. Oh John Gray, you ant GOOLIES, well think she has them too. The end, part two.

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    2. oops meant WANT. Part three !!

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  32. I knew a vetwho lived on a housing estate newly built on the site of an old war (1st war) memorial hospital site and his family often heard footsteps upstairs and apparently the then smallish kids "saw" someone or something in the hall inside the front door, then one evening in the middle of a dinner party of eight there was definate heavy footsteps upstairs so the menfolk all piled up the stairs no-one up there. They very soon sold up and moved to another house. I was once driving along the military road that runs alongside Hadrians wall when I came across a cohert (?) of roman soldiers in full atire who duely gave me a roman salute there were a lot of them, roman standard and all, ahhh I thought its the guys that do the roman re-enactments very good ha ha, then a couple of years later saw an article that said they hadnt been for several years, quick count back.... oh no...could it have been....it didnt add up any way I counted back. People living on the farms up by Hadrians wall used to say they sometimes saw groups of roman soldiers walking through walls etc and sometimes cut off at the knee.

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    1. Remarkable......are you sure it wasn't Russell Crowe filming GLADIATOR .

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  33. This blog comment was sent by Andrea who could not post
    Here's one of my ghost stories--

    Years ago, friends lived in a very old house in Virginia. I never felt alone on the second floor. The kitchen had a servants staircase that led to a small room on the second floor. I imagine it was a maids quarters or some like that but our friends were using it as a nursery. That room connected to a bedroom that connected to another. One day I was alone in the house and went up the back staircase (first and only time.) As I entered the small room, a voice at my ear bellowed "Hello!" I turned to see who was there and there was no one. I shot through that room and all the adjoining rooms, then down the front stairs and outside where I stayed until my husband and our friends came home. When I explained what happened, my friend said "you heard him in nursery? That's new." That's new???? Wtf, friends? You never thought to mention a ghost IN your house? They had mentioned a former owner had killed himself "somewhere " on the property. Me thinks I now know where

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  34. I'm loving these reading them in the quiet of the crackling fire!
    Al very Poe

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  35. twenty odd years ago I was on a night time ghost tour of the old penal colony Port Arthur, in Tasmania. We were standing on the verandah of a house where there was said to be a womans ghost and I was apparently standing right where she would appear. The tour guide asked if I felt a chill. I didn't feel anything and unfortunately I said so.
    There have been many times I was spooked but I have always blamed an overactive imagination.

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  36. i think my biggest ghost story would be seeing you in your underpants through the new window.

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  37. I was on night duty in my first year of nursing, it was children's ward and the lights were very low. Sister ( not very friendly ), and I heard the doors swing open, and we waited for whoever it was to walk up the ward. Minutes passed, then I saw a movement and looked up to see a nurse coming wearing a long dress, white apron and long hat. I glanced down and up again and she had gone.
    I started to say to the Sister, " Did you see.............", but she interrupted me and said, " No I didn't see her and you didn't either" !!!
    I hadn't said HER, so she obviously knew of the ghost.

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    1. I too have experienced odd things on night shift at the hospital . Not as florid as your experience but very odd nevertheless

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  38. I've worked in real estate as an appraiser/agent for over 30 years and often work with the local Probate court on behalf of those who may have died without leaving a will or directives. It's not uncommon for me to be alone in a vacant house with my camera and clipboard to document and record contents and quality of the house for the courts. Over the years I've seen shadow figures, have stepped in and out of 'cold spots', and often heard faint voices or whispers. It always happens when I least expect it and needless to say, makes my heart race. I've often thought perhaps they wonder what the heck I'm doing in their home taking pictures! No bad experiences, just rather spooky. X

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    1. It's the subtle nature of your post which is so powerful

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  39. I have a great-aunt who always appears the first few weeks I'm living in a new place.

    I had never mentioned it to my now-husband, but when we moved to our first place, he asked if I knew an old woman in a brown coat and scarf (which is what she's worn each time I've seen her). I asked why, and he said he'd had a dream that had seemed very real - he'd opened his eyes and seen her in the corner of the room. I found a picture of Aunt Edna, and he very nearly had a fit - it was she; he must actually have wakened up when she, as it were, dropped in.

    The last two or three times she's gotten fainter and fainter, and I wonder if perhaps she's decided I no longer need looking after...

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  40. You should download the podcasts spooked from Snap Judgment. They do ghost stories every Halloween time. Some are quite creepy.

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    1. What's snap judgement?

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    2. http://www.npr.org/podcasts/449018144/snap-judgment

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  41. I worked many years in a medical office that was in a building that used to be an old church. We had several ghosts at various times. One girl saw a small child sitting on the stairs that went to the break room. Several times different people would see a ball bouncing down those stairs only to somehow vanish. Early one morning (before we opened) another person saw an elderly man walking down the hall towards an exam room. Not knowing how he got in she followed him into the room only to find no one there but a fresh wet washcloth on the table. I was there and heard that elderly man coughing and clearing his throat but was not in the same location as her to see him. Keep in mind the office had not opened yet and there were only two of us there. Another time a drawer in the lab flew open, across the room and crashed on the floor emptying the contents all over the room. No one was in the room at the time but several people were just outside this room, including myself, and we all saw it happen through the doorway. We believed one of the spirits was a man that had once worked overnight in the office taking care of repairs and such. Once a week a girl worked late evenings in the billing office after her other job. She would come in at one end of the building after it was closed and would walk down a long hall to the office, turning on all the lights as she went. Every time when she got ready to leave she would walk out in the hall and every light would be turned off. We believed it was the man that once took care of the building turning off all the lights as he did when he worked there. The office worker left after a few weeks!

    It was interesting working there but then I've never been scared of spirits - only live people scare me!

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  42. John I think I might have noticed Russell Crowe in a Gladiators uniform tagging along behind and there was no film crew but on a more serious note it was not far from "Sycamore Gap" with the tree that became famous after the Robin Hood movie with I think it was Kevin Costner.

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  43. Well I have a very odd tale though it happened to my son and his buddies living in an old mansion in Tucson Az near the University. The house was built on the late 1800's for a very large family. Must have been 5 bedrooms most with their own baths. As you entered the home right between the family room and kitchen was a group of old black and white photos of the family. Around the photo the current owners had a neon blue light circling them. They told the boys to never , ever to turn the neon light off. So of course the boys got plasters one night wand turned the light off within 15 minutes or so they started hearing children running up and down the stairs, people talking, door slamming cupboards opening. Scratching noises on the floorboards etc etc. finally turned the light back on after getting quite the scare. And things went back to normal. My son was very uncomfortable in that house and reported all kinds of crazy stuff. They moved out at the end of the term. But, it still is rented out every year and every year the kids will turn the neon light off to see what will happen.

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  44. Sorry about the typos. My fingers are fat

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  45. Have loved this post and all comments, I must admit I was waiting for a chance to share my experience. Hard times here with a family health scare and waiting for results...took my mind off for a while. Thanks John x

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  46. I bought a house a few years back, which had a tragic double death event many years before, where the wife and daughter were killed. Once I moved in, I often heard the front door slam closed and footsteps across the foyer, with no one there. A hand print showed up in the bathroom's fogged-up mirror once after I had showered. Once as I was standing in the kitchen, I looked out the window to see a woman watching me, who was transparent and only visible from the waist up. She then quickly floated away. When I again looked back out the window, she was there again, and quickly floated away again. Sometimes the lights were on in the barn when no one had been in there, and she rattled the kitchen pans occasionally. I have asked her to move on, and have not heard or seen her since.

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    1. Interesting that the themes here are similar to other hauntings

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  47. Anonymous12:58 am

    The week after my mother-in-law passed away, on the day of her funeral, our automatic garage door kept opening and closing by itself. It did it again while I was walking away from it, with my two year old daughter in her stroller. The hairs on the back of my neck and on my arms went up, a chill ran through me, and I had the distinct feeling that someone was standing behind me in the garage, watching me. No one else was home, so I declined to look behind me.

    A few days later, I was looking at the baby monitor, checking on my napping daughter in her room. Someone walked in front of the camera in her room. I could only see the figure from the waist down, but could tell that it wore a skirt to the knee; as my mother-in-law always had. Again, no one else was home and I didn't see the figure again.
    As I and my daughter were not able to attend her funeral (she lived in another country and our passports had expired), I'd like to think she came to say goodbye.
    For almost a year afterwards, my daughter would tell us that her grandmother came to play with her in her room at nap time.
    Emily C

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  48. Story One : My first pug died about 8 years ago. Sometimes I'll feel a small soft warm dog brush against my legs as I sit at the desk, or I'll see a small figure from the corner of my eye, hear nails click on the old pine floor. I look up, or reach down, to pet my current pug. But then I see he is asleep in his bed over there. My first little love has been to visit.
    Story 2: One year my kids and I decided to make a big jackolantern and set it out on the dunes, so we'd see it every night from the house. I used a tall glass Santeria candle inside to light it up, then chickened out [brush fire danger] and used a battery candle. But I left the Santeria candle, because I didn't want it in my house. The pumpkin face in the darkness was very cool. So one night I was coming back from turning on the candle [ it had an Off timer], and I came upon an unusual figure of a man, a handsome 30-ish black man, dressed in tie and tails, a purple and white striped sequined cummerbund, and a purple glitter bow tie, matching purple glitter top hat. He had appeared from over the dunes, from the dark beach. There's nothing out there, it was a cold night, desolate, silent except the wind and waves. He smiled nicely, tipped his hat, and said ''Bonjour, Madame'' [this was in NY]. And he continued off into the darkness of the next dune rising.

    lizzy

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    1. I love the thought of old pets revisiting me. Sadly it has never happened

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  49. These are all very interesting but I'm sorry, I just don't believe in ghosts, even those strange ones who keep turning the lights on in my garage. The bastids!

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    1. I believe something is happening. Personally I don't think it is a revisit but I do think it's some kind of imprint in time of a past event

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  50. When my husband died 15 years ago, his ex wife invited me to stay over at hers in their old marital home as I had matters to attend to with the company he worked for. I agreed with some misgivings as she hadn't been very welcoming to me during our marriage however had been a rock since his sudden death.i was accommodated downstairs on the sofa bed and must have finally fallen asleep only to wake up feeling very cold ~ it was December but this was icy cold.i then felt hands on me, not in an unpleasant way but then they started to push firmly and insistently until I was hanging onto the edge to stop falling out. This probably lasted about 3 minutes and then stopped and I have never sensed anything since and I choose to think that he was telling me that I shouldn't be there (she really had been a cow over the years!)

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  51. Dear John & commenter, last night I was staying in an 600 year old attic apartment in Cesky Krumlov, soberly decorated by a Czech Octogenarian. It's a long way from Melbourne. Suffering early morning insomnia I decided to check your 'always comforting' blog. Arghhh, not a wink of sleep was had!

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  52. For several years I have had dreams about my grandfather being in a bunker that he built at the end of the path that leads to the front steps of the house that he and my grandmother owned. My aunt owns the house now. I went to visit her at the end of August this year. We spent the weekend talking about family history. I mentioned that I saw a census report that said the house was once considered to be 650 square feet. I said that probably didn't include the basement after it was finished and the room addition that my grandfather made from the garage. My aunt told me that at the time of the census, the basement didn't exist. My grandfather had hand dug it with a shovel and used the clay to make bricks to build a local church. Leaving her house that evening, I felt a strange tugging feeling and realized that I was standing on the spot in my dreams where the bunker is built. It was a very strange feeling.

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  53. I love the photo! I do not have any stories but I'm enjoying everyone else's.

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