|
|
Post by freeasabird on Mar 5, 2016 18:31:56 GMT -5
Post your true ghost stories here. I was reading a couple in another thread and realised I had at least two more to tell. A few years back I moved into a flat on Glastonbury High Street. For those who don't know about Glastonbury it is England’s most spiritual town, and is so old King Arthur is said to be buried in the Abby grounds. I digress...I knew nothing about the flat apart from the fact it was cheap, had great views from the huge bay windows on the high street and was cold due to no heating. The second night I was there as I walked out the main room to the hall (there was only 3 rooms and a hallway) I could hear an odd scrunching sound. I had no idea what it was but it wasn't a soft sound and seemed to be coming from close to or under the kitchen island. I searched, I lay down on the floor to listen. My ears told me I should be seeing what was making the damn noise but there was nothing. The odd thing was that it sounded organic and I felt as if I should know but just couldn't place it. It continued for around an hour before suddenly stopping as quick as it had started. I went to bed wondering if it was loud mice partying under the counter (and not for one minute believing it). A few months later I was talking a neighbour, and he told me a bit of the history of the flat. It had been occupied by a couple of drug addicts, one night after a huge fight the man killed the woman, cutting her head off with a knife, making a real nasty mess. Hummm yeah that scrunching squeaking sound suddenly made sense.  I never heard it again, but there were other odd things that happened in that flat. |
|
Deleted
Deleted Member
Posts: 0
|
Post by Deleted on Mar 6, 2016 6:58:28 GMT -5
A Man Cut the Head off of a Woman?!? That could create a plan of Moving...OMG! Surprised that only an annoying slight sound, is all you witnessed. Actually, thinking about it...It could be that the Entity has no interest, or care, with you being there. Could be any number of things...who understands this stuff to begin with? It's all wayyy out there in Left Field.
|
|
|
|
Post by simtress on Mar 8, 2016 19:36:40 GMT -5
freeasabird Glastonbury High street sounds so romantic. So many English streets and market areas, sound so romantic and historic. I wish I could visit England one day *sighs* Your ghost story would be enough for me to say 'So long' to that apartment I think lol! I'll tell you my story, it's not too scary and some may say that it's easily explained but I was there and I can say that I think there was something else at play. A few years ago we lived in a little house in the country. We had one neighbour and the other land was all farmers fields except for the cemetary across the street. It was kind of an old 'country' cemetary and church, it was quite lovely. There was rarely any traffic on the little road (other than on Sundays when church was in). Anyway, one day I was in the basement, it was a normal day, I was doing laundry. No one was home except for me. My husband and son (he would have been a youngster back then) were out. I heard someone upstairs call. I think they said 'Hi' or something. It didn't sound like my husband but I thought maybe it was my son. He was younger so his voice wasn't deep yet lol! It was so clear that it was someone calling out to me that I actually answered "I'll be right up" When I went upstairs there was no one there. No one....But I could have sworn that someone had called out to me. See not too scary but I did wonder. Oh also, the people that we bought the house from was a family... A dad and his children. The wife had been killed in a car accident a few months before. That's why he sold the house...
|
|
|
|
Post by freeasabird on Mar 11, 2016 15:01:42 GMT -5
A Man Cut the Head off of a Woman?!? That could create a plan of Moving...OMG! Surprised that only an annoying slight sound, is all you witnessed. Actually, thinking about it...It could be that the Entity has no interest, or care, with you being there. Could be any number of things...who understands this stuff to begin with? It's all wayyy out there in Left Field. I was more annoyed than scared even when he told what had gone on in there, the fire was just as bad... I didn't ever see anything but I did hear unexplained sounds. This is my blog entry from 16/05/2011 I ‘m wondering what woke me; I listen to the dark and hear a steady tick, odd because I don’t have a clock that ticks, I retuned my ears again for any other sounds but all I can hear is the soft steady tick. Logic dictates that without a clock there should not be a tick so I attempt to make some sense out of the sound. I try holding my breath and listening, I am not sure why I try this, but the tick is still there. It has been wet the last few days so maybe what I am hearing is a drip, I listen again but the noise is definitely not a wet tick it is a thunky mechanical tick. As my ears do not have the answer, I wonder if I should put the light on but as I have not yet seen a sound and the bed is the perfect temperature I continue to lay still and listen. It could be my heartbeat. Seconds pass, nope not even close. It seems to coming from above but the room ten feet above me is a kitchen and even if they did have a clock, I could not hear it from here. The sound is soothing after a while and although there is no rational explanation for it I do not feel worried or frightened, after all if it is a ghost clock it cannot hurt me. I explore the idea of a ghost clock, this means that the clock would have to have some sort of energy to be a memory that still exists, well rocks accumulate strong emotions so why not a clock, it would probably be made of wood and wood never really dies. Humans tie a lot of importance to time so it is a plausible idea. However, that leaves the question why am I hearing it tonight, and why I have not heard it before. The ticking stops, I listen hard but it really has stopped. Without the new noise, I am left feeling oddly lonely. It has been a while and it is obvious that the tick is not going to reappear and my feet are hot so I get up and pad to the kitchen for a drink, I don’t bother with the lights because the curtains are open and the street lights make it easy to see. As I pass the window I notice the bed and breakfast opposite has all the lights on, it’s 2.40am maybe they can’t sleep either. I decide on herbal tea to help me get some sleep and while the water heats I go to window and look into the silent street. A movement in my peripheral vision freezes me, in the window opposite a man is staring directly at me. I don’t want to look at him and all I can see is a perfect silhouette, but something about him fills me with fear. I drag my eyes away from him and as casually as possible pull the curtains across. The kettle clicks off and makes me jump. Most of my sleepless nights are not this interesting and I am left with the thought that the unexplained ticking of a (possibly ghostly) clock in my bedroom provided some short lived entertainment but an unexplained human across the street provoked the type of fear usually associated with horror films. |
|
|
|
Post by jkaliszew on Mar 11, 2016 17:24:09 GMT -5
freeasabird - that story is chilling. I would have been soo creeped out if some dude was staring at me across the way as that was going on.
simtress - something similar happened to me. I'm in the medical field and always trying to bring logic into everything.
I lived with my cousin for many years in a big house owned by our family, she is much younger than me and was going out in the evenings a lot.
Our bedrooms were located upstairs and we could really hear things going on down below as they echoed so I knew when she came home usually if I wasn't fast asleep. On this particular morning probably around 2-3am, I heard her come in and close her bedroom door so I just fell right back to sleep. I awoke in the morning and froze as I looked out my door into her room, her bed was made like she never came home. I called out for her and no answer, later she came home and confirmed she stayed at her friends. I looked like a ghost probably just then, but let it pass as it could have been a dream.
Well maybe a week later she went out again. I was up late playing a game on my PC with friends so I was on TS3 or vent at the time, I heard her come home and start banging around the kitchen and so I called out to her, no answer and more noise, so I got up to check it out. Calling out to her and walking now slowly down the stairs the noise abruptly stopped and she clearly wasn't home yet, the Kitchen was open and there was no one in it nothing out of place, but I swore I heard it loud and clear the sounds of someone getting out pots and pans.
Stuff like this makes a person question their sanity or analyze yourself until you find a reasonable answer so you can move the heck on.
We lived in the suburbs around a city, could be rats, though I never saw any. I did share all this with my cousin and found a reasonable answer to move past. Two years later I'm moving out so my aunt, her mom, takes us out to dinner, somewhere in the conversation we tell her she's always welcome to stay the night there and she looked at us funny saying, "No way, a past tenant said she heard noises there and felt it was inhabited by a spirit." - It could have been rats!
|
|
|
|
Post by freeasabird on Mar 13, 2016 9:46:56 GMT -5
jkaliszew I can sympathise, You know you heard something , but if its an everyday noise we ignore it until we realise there's no one around to make it. At least nothing bad happened and its a great storey. For the last few weeks I have been hearing the sound of breaking glass coming from my kitchen. The first night I assumed I had left something on an edge and it had fallen or that a glass had fell from one of the shelves. I really didn't want to clean it up but left Blender and went out to see what it was. Nothing, nothing broken nothing moved? I searched but everything was in place. A week or later the same thing. then around two weeks ago at midday (all the other times had been late at night) while drying up I heard a glass break directly to my right side, around 4 feet from where I was standing. I turned but knew there was nothing there! I asked a friend and he seems to think its outside or a household noise I'm changing to sound like glass breaking, but its a distinctive sound that I know well, like your door closing, not a random creak or bump. I did doubt my sanity seriously for a while. Now I think, well "there's more things in heaven and earth..." I have a light fitting in the kitchen from the old flat, this summer its being changed  |
|
I never heard it again, but there were other odd things that happened in that flat. 
