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When i was a kid my brother and i shared a room. We had bunk beds. He the top and me the bottom. I woke up one night to see a man stood in our room. He was glowing white and just stood in the middle of our room, apparently looking at my brother.

Being only a kid and totally terrified, i merely put my head under the blankets. When i resurfaced he had gone.

I woke up the next morning and went down stairs to eat breakfast. I told my Mother that there was someone in our room last night, and she fobbed it off as ' a bad dream '.

I found some comfort in this.

Then, my brother came in. We hadn't spoken that morning up to this point. His first words? ' Mum, there was someone in our room last night '.

My Mother paused momentarily, enough for me to sense something was wrong, and then she continued with her ' Just your imagination ' rap.

There really was something in that room that night, though i have no idea what it was. The worst thing is, me and my brother left for school an hour later, leaving my mother alone in the house. The house her children had just convinced her to be haunted.

As I was re-reading this thread I was reminded of a time I was scared out of my wits... I think I was about 12.

We'd just gotten though watching a scary movie... very Frankenstinish if I recall right... as was the norm, I had to go out to the kennel and tuck in the dogs for the night, making certain they had enough food & water, etc. but it was pitch black... no moon!

Once done with the dogs I started sprinting back to the porch... I did it every night, jumping high and long so as to land on said pediment... but in mid-flight, my father (hiding in the shadows), cleared his throat and asked, "What are you doing".

I swear, I stopped in mid-air and dropped straight to the ground... a perfect 90 degree shift in direction. I was white as a ghost and seriously freaking out

In the early 90's I shared a house with 3 nurses. Sometimes it must seem like I make this stuff up. But its true.

Anyways...

One weekend all 3 had gone back to their parents homes in various corners of the country, and my own girlfriend was away at uni, so I was totally alone in the house. At 3am, as I lay dozing in bed, the toilet flushed.

I laid in bed terrified, with my mind racing. There was no logical explanation for this. How could it be?

Then a gruff voice said "Hello mate, it's only me!"

It was the boyfriend of one of the nurses. He'd been kicked out of his house by his wife (oh the tangled webs we weave), and so had decided to spend the night at his "bit on the side's". She'd given him a key previously. I was never so relieved to hear his stupid adulterous voice.

Craig Browning wrote:As I was re-reading this thread I was reminded of a time I was scared out of my wits... I think I was about 12.

We'd just gotten though watching a scary movie... very Frankenstinish if I recall right... as was the norm, I had to go out to the kennel and tuck in the dogs for the night, making certain they had enough food & water, etc. but it was pitch black... no moon!

Once done with the dogs I started sprinting back to the porch... I did it every night, jumping high and long so as to land on said pediment... but in mid-flight, my father (hiding in the shadows), cleared his throat and asked, "What are you doing".

I swear, I stopped in mid-air and dropped straight to the ground... a perfect 90 degree shift in direction. I was white as a ghost and seriously freaking out

That made me chuckle out loud!

themagicwand wrote:In the early 90's I shared a house with 3 nurses. Sometimes it must seem like I make this stuff up. But its true.

Anyways...

One weekend all 3 had gone back to their parents homes in various corners of the country, and my own girlfriend was away at uni, so I was totally alone in the house. At 3am, as I lay dozing in bed, the toilet flushed.

I laid in bed terrified, with my mind racing. There was no logical explanation for this. How could it be?

Then a gruff voice said "Hello mate, it's only me!"

It was the boyfriend of one of the nurses. He'd been kicked out of his house by his wife (oh the tangled webs we weave), and so had decided to spend the night at his "bit on the side's". She'd given him a key previously. I was never so relieved to hear his stupid adulterous voice.

Classic!

will explain in more detail later... but working as a labourer in an apparantly 'haunted house' years ago.. i saw my friend get punched in the face by a poltergeist yes.. its true and I am not lying and wasn't smoking the herbs lol...

a poltergeist once 'sniffed me' while i was sleeping at mys sisters... it may have been a ghost.. but i was told it was a poltergeist..

i experienced a house shaking while my mates little sister was upstairs talking to her Dad via a weijer board.. if i had known there was one in the house i wouldnt have been there!!

apparantly while i was sleeping ( way back with my ex girlfriend years ago) i woke up and said something to her in a different voice and used an expression her dead father once used to say.

i sometimes 'feel' things when walking past mirrors in certain places, most notably the house i lived in before this one.

most recently, about a year ago i was cleaning out the garage and hears something run past me... looked round and a voice screeched right by my ear and call me a f* b*tch while getting some chicken out the freezer !!

yet despite all this, i dont believe in Ghosts!!

I have no idea what my teachers credentials are in magic, but one time in lesson I swear on my shoes, he was standing right next to me and literally I looked down for 2 seconds and he was standing outside the room completley, which is impressive given that I was on the opposite side of the room.

Then there was that time my sister said she saw a witch in my mum's room. Looking back I can appreciate how rude that sounds, but she swears by the fact she saw a ghostly witch in there.