Ghosts/poltergiests

[Mjay06 0]

What are your opinions on ghosts/entities/poltergiests? Are you a believer or non-believer? Have you ever witnessed anything you cant explain?

 

When I was younger I went through a pretty horrendous experience, & id be interested if anyone else has a story they would like to share.

 

Below you will find something I wrote a few years ago, & no im not insane

 

 

 

 

My Story

 

Well, i've been reliably informed this will be therapeutic, stop the nightmares & so on. I hope so, as it's getting quite tiresome to put it mildly.

 

I shall start at the beginning (always a good place), & give a brief overview of the circumstances surrounding this tale.

 

I grew up i'm a typical rambling Norfolk house. Nothing remarkable about the house, just your typical 100 year old country house - long corridors, high ceilings, bay windows, i'm sure you get the picture.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I shared the house with my parents, older brother & younger sister.

 

The events I am about to recall happened in the late 80?s, when I was still at school. At the time my father owned a printing company set in a converted barn in a village a few miles up the coast.

 

After school I often used to help out in the office collating or hot-foiling or something equally as riveting.

 

One particular evening I was collating some invoice books (collating is the most boring job in existence), dad was in another room hot-foiling some leather key fobs, & my brother was sat in dad?s car having a kip, i.e. a crafty *BLEEP*.

 

I clearly remember the lights going a bit weird. Nothing unduly amazing about this as it was an old building. This was followed a few minutes later by pretty mental temperature changes. Again, this could easily be explained by crap plumbing/heating system.

 

Then there were 3, its hard to explain, pulses maybe, that seem to go through the building. Not loud bangs or anything, more like pressure changes in the room, really quick, one after the other. Then the power went totally, & I was snapped back to reality by father swearing his head off about the power cut wrecking the temperature settings on the hot foiler.

 

After a few seconds the power came on & everything returned to boring normality. Unfortunately this only lasted a matter of seconds as my brother literally came through the office door, crying like a baby claiming he had seen ?a woman with no legs? go past the car.

 

My first thought was ?twat, its gravel you wouldn?t get a wheelchair across there?. He was insistent, & quite disturbed by it all, so dad decided we should head home. Alan however wouldn?t go anywhere near the carpark. At this point I probably wasn?t helping ? I had slung dads little cylinder hoover over my shoulder & was running around ala the ghostbusters laughing my head off. Anyway, I digress, father got the car, we went home & after an hour or so more pisstaking we all went to bed.

 

 

Fast forward 24 hours: 9pm on a Thursday night, Crimewatch was just starting, I was in the lounge watching it with mum, my sister was upstairs in bed, Alan down the hallway in the kitchen making a sandwich.

 

It was the noise I remember first, a groaning type effort rapidly getting louder. I didn?t have much time to ponder on its source, my brother for the second night in a row flew through the door, knife in hand, screaming like a banshee. He threw himself at my mum. I obviously thought he had gone mad & jumped on him kicking & punching. Any opportunity to get a free hit in I?d take it, & this was a brilliant opportunity. I stopped when I realized he had wet himself, I looked at his face, then mums, then followed their gaze to the door.

 

It was slightly ajar, & the big fern which stood next to it was blowing like it was in a reasonably sized hurricane. 1st question: why wasn?t the door being blown open? 2nd question: What the hell was that banging? It was in the kitchen, then the staircase, then dining room, then upstairs, all around the house. Then Alan decided to say he had seen the same woman as last night looking at him through the kitchen window.

 

Now this disturbed me. It was bad enough seeing a ghost, but having the sodding thing follow you 7 miles? That?s just wrong.

 

It was decided it might be best to ring father & get him home from the office. Excellent idea ? strength in numbers & all that. The only problem was the phone was in the kitchen (this was before mobile phones remember) & funnily enough none of us were to keen to be rushing to the kitchen. The banging stopped, & we kind of tried to take stock of what had just occurred. It was then I stated what anyone probably reading this is already screaming ? yes, what about my 5 year old sister upstairs on her own.

 

Alan was in no fit state to move, mum wasn?t much better, I was still being Mr rational & explaining away things as any obnoxious 15 year old know-it-all would.

 

So out of the lounge I ventured & saw?. nothing. Absolutely nothing. I could see down the corridor to the kitchen, looked fine, the radio still playing Alan?s Bros (yes Bros) tape.

 

I will admit to being less keen on going upstairs, but off I went. Again nothing untoward, go to my sister door & heard her talking. I went in & she was sat upright giggling away as 5 year olds do. I picked her up & headed downstairs. Apparently she had been talking to the ?funny man?. Yes, I said ?man?, not woman?

 

Anyway, father was rang, he came home. After a quick family meeting all was declared well & off we went to bed.

 

God, how little we knew.

 

 

Over the following weeks/months I can only describe what happened as systematic abuse of the family. I won?t give a day by day account, just state some of the choicer moments.

 

The banging continued with monotonous regularity, toilets started flushing on their own, things vanished & reappeared, this was all freaky sheet I admit, but bearable just about.

 

It got a bit much when I stated suffering form sleep induced paralysis, but I woke with hand marks on my wrists & ankles. This was bloody scary. You feel consciously awake, but you can?t move, or scream, & it feels like a weight is slowly moving up your body, encasing you. It is a feeling I wouldn?t recommend anyone experience. At this point I fashioned a crucifix out of chopsticks (I knew the scouts would come in handy one day), & proudly placed it under my pillow sure in the knowledge that no self respecting ghost would have a go now. You can imagine my disappointment to wake the next morning to find it in pieces.

 

It got to the stage we were sharing spooky events over dinner. MY mum?s best was she was lying in bed, heard dad pull into the drive, get out of the car, come in the kitchen door, come upstairs, go to the loo, put his keys on the bedside table, get into bed. She turned to hug him or whatever heinous thing it is parents do to each other & there was no one there.

 

Dad?s best was he pulled down the drive one night & saw some kind of face type thing filling the bedroom window snarling at him.

 

That did it for him. In a display of cowardice not seen by mankind since France last went to war he buggered off, never to return.

He joined some religious sect, sold the printing company & gave the money to some German woman he had never met & as far as I?m aware is in Africa somewhere being a prick.

 

Alan was next to go, he moved in with a mate. The house was put up for sale soon after. Word had spread around the village about how this respectable middle-class family had been ripped apart by ungodly events etc, & local TV news took an interest. This led to para-psychologists arriving from one of the Cambridge Universities. Muppets. Lasted one night before they went bombing back down the A10. Before they left, they had at least established something:

 

Three separate entities (spirits, ghosts, whatever) had been discovered. There was the evil bugger which caused all the trouble & didn?t like me much. The old boy my sister talked to turned out to be the ghost of the old village rat catcher, who used to often walk past the house with his dogs when alive. He instantly took a shine to her right from when she was a baby. General consensus at the time was that he had appeared to protect my sister from the evil *BLEEP*. He did a fine job, she has no ill effects to this day, & is the only family member willing to talk about what happened. As she was being shielded she missed most of the juicy bits though?

 

As for the woman: god knows who she was or what she wanted. That?s my brother?s problem not mine.

 

Anyway, me, mum & sis moved to a smaller cottage in Dersingham just down the hill. Bloody things followed didn?t they? It was nowhere near as bad though, carpets rising up and down, the odd bangs, stuff like that.

 

There was one mad event, when I was up rooting around in the loft with my Aussie mate Hick. He was on the ladder peering through the hatch, I out of the blue he started shouting ?get out, get out?. This was totally unlike him so I did. Then the wind started blowing, paper flying around, bang bloody bang etc. I got on the ladder & tried to pull the hatch shut above my head, & the bloody thing wouldn?t shift. & was ice cold. I eventually got the thing shut & I followed the rapidly disappearing Hick downstairs. We agreed not to tell anyone for fear of being called mentalists. Funnily enough he never came round again.

 

That will probably do for now. I may at some point go into more detail, but at the moment that?s as deep as I?d like to go.

 

As for me, nearly 10 years on, I still have regular nightmares about that house, at least twice a week. I still get that same pinned down, suffocating feeling, though I imagine that?s some kind of memory impulse that has engrained itself upon my subconciousness.

 

To finish, if you are reading this as a non-believer I sincerely hope you stay that way. I sincerely hope nothing happens in your like to make you believe in ghosts.

 

For everyone else, don?t play with ouija boards, they ain't big, they ain?t clever & are almost certainly bloody dangerous.

[God-Of-Earth 0]

Cool. Well personally im a believer. Im not going into too much detail but i have had an experience at home. After some research i found out most people on my road have. Anyway i look into it further and found my street is built on an old roman grave yard from hundreds of years ago maybe longer...

[bulgarian-music 0]

Cool. Well personally im a believer. Im not going into too much detail but i have had an experience at home. After some research i found out most people on my road have. Anyway i look into it further and found my street is built on an old roman grave yard from hundreds of years ago maybe longer...

i AS personally im a believer

[LeAnn Rimes My Angel 0]

I am not sure if Ghosts are real or not I'd like to believe they're real but I have never encountered one before in my life. I'd kind of like to though, just to say I saw one or not. But I do like to watch Ghost shows like "Most Haunted and Scariest Ghosts ever caught on tape". Have any of you ever encountered something in a Haunted house or Haunted Castle? If so tell about your experience I like hearing ghost stories and are always alot of fun to listen to.

My mom said once her work is haunted by someone who commited suicide once and people who work there alone at night tend to get very nervous or things might be moved when they leave the room or they might have heard foot-steps down the hall way when no one else is in the building. And those who are lucky enough not to be there at night are not all that keen to stay there after dark they don't know what might show up and I don't think they would ever want to encounter anything.

http://www.ghoststudy.com/ <---website to find some interesting Ghost pictures. etc

http://www.ebaumsworld.com/animations/

But I am a 50/50 kind of person I kind of believe and Kind of not, but if I see a Ghost then I'll know whether or not I believe in them.

[God-Of-Earth 0]

Well i always thought id like to encounter something, you know to find out, And although this might sound cheesey im sure ppl will say the say. As much as i wanted it to happen, When it did and i was in bed in the middle of the night wide awake. I *BLEEP* myself, Imean i was so scared, and i generaly say that as a fully grown man too.

[Mjay06 0]

Well i always thought id like to encounter something, you know to find out, And although this might sound cheesey im sure ppl will say the say. As much as i wanted it to happen, When it did and i was in bed in the middle of the night wide awake.

I *BLEEP* myself, Imean i was so scared, and i generaly say that as a fully grown man too.

 

 

Even after what I posted up there, I can honestly say I have never actually seen a ghost. Ive felt them, heard them, seen what they can do, but I couldnt describe what one looks like.

[RockinTheCasbah 0]

I do believe in ghosts, or whatever you want to call them, and I think there must be something going on with my house. I get these small things mostly, like things banging on the table, and things moving around. And then theres the just plain weird things, like extreme temprature changes, a whisper when Im alone, and a feeling of someone just being there. Sometimes Ill feel something touching me, often just a brush on my arm or my leg, but sometimes, Ill be lying on my bed, and itll feel like someones sitting on my legsI remember one time when I was showering, the whole time I was in the shower I could swear I saw blood all over the tub, and the glass doors. The whole time I thought the shower was to cold, no matter how hot the water was (my bathrooms small, and the heat stays). When I came out, and I was drying and brushing my hair, I looked over in the mirror, and I saw this bloody hand on the glass door. I looked behind me at the shower, and nothing was there. I flew out of that bathroom and dressed in my room.Sometimes, when I try to dry clothes in the dryer, and I close it and put it on, and turn around, the dryer opens, and closes by itself. This makes it stop, so I have to start it again. This either happens 1 or 2 times. Normally I yell out to no one, "What the hell are you doing?!" Like a mental person.

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I know why?

Ghosts/poltergiests

 

Replying to RockinTheCasbahReplying to Mjay06

Hi

Your situation long term has a reason and can be resolved with the right actions. It's certain to say you have probably noticed that even today one or more family members seem to get incredibly bad luck rather to often. The situation you encountered is still with you and you need to deal with it.

I'm not into explaining how right now on this reply board but feel free if you want to contact me via my e mail

 

-reply by ritchy