What is the creepiest thing to have ever happened to you?

Wolfe777 said:
In my early 20's I secured a suspiciously cheap rent on a room in a practically derelict huge Victorian terrace. All the other houses in the street were pristine and likely worth at least £1 million a piece at the time.

The others who lived there were all young guys, students or in dead-end jobs, including my mate who got me the room.

The first night I'm there in September, we were talking in the absolute tip of a kitchen and my mate says "you know we're haunted here, don't you?"

I didn't.

Being someone who has always had a strong sense of the spiritual and following an extremely traumatic episode my family suffered in a holiday flat in Bournemouth many years previously, I would definitely NOT have rented the room with that prior knowledge.

Anyway, there was nothing I could do about it as I'd already moved all my stuff in and had no where else to go, so was ****** off with my mate for not mentioning it previously.

"Don't worry my room gets the worst of it"

He had by far the biggest and nicest room in the house, on the very top floor - he had got it despite others in smaller rooms being there for years longer than him having the option to take it - they absolutely did not want that room. There was one significant caveat - every single person who had stayed in the room was subsequently diagnosed with clinical depression.

My room was a small room at the bottom of the landing from the top floor where his room was and generally the whole house had a bad atmosphere, masked somewhat by the general hedonism and rowdiness of the young male inhabitants.

Anyway, nothing happened until the night after Halloween (I swear on my life this is true). When I suddenly awoke at 4.30 am exactly with a sense of absolute dread in a freezing cold room - no central heating, so it was cold anyway but this was crazy cold. What followed was a very loud noise that I can only describe as someone violently being pushed down the stairs followed by a thud on each stair as it slowly approached the landing outside my door.

By this point I'm sweating profusely despite the cold, and I can sense something outside my door. The landing had 3 doors quite close to one another and to my horror I hear a double tap knock on the furthest door from mine, followed by a double knock on the next door - then finally a double knock on mine.

The knocks were almost imperceptible but absolutely audible, it's hard to describe but they definitely were not of this world. The next day everyone is acting a bit cagey and one of the guys admits to hearing and experiencing the same thing, the other guy on that landing who'd been there the longest barely left his room so we hardly spoke to him.

A couple of months follow without incident, when lo and behold, my mate in the top room is diagnosed with depression and goes to live back with his parents.

So his room became free. £5 more a month for a room 4 times the size of my current one.

I took it.

It was a massive attic room with a giant dark wood frame bed that looked to be at least 50 years old, in the daytime it was fine but just had a horrible atmosphere at night. I slept with both windows wide open even in the dead of winter, but other than that I didn't experience anything until the following summer evening when it was still light outside, a friend and I were watching TV and it was a documentary about ancient Hebrew legends that we were not really paying attention to.

There was an ancient text being read in Hebrew with subtitles regarding the afterlife, when suddenly a loud scratching emanated from the wooden floor near the door, it scratched all along the floor past us towards a frame-less free standing full length mirror which started violently vibrating.

"Turn the ******* channel!"

After which it mercifully stopped. I'd convinced myself that the Halloween episode was a one off, but to have that happen in essentially daylight in Summer was the final straw.

Cheap rent or not, I had to get out of there and I managed to convince my mum to let me live at home for a couple of months until I found another place. I still remember the relief at my first night out of that place, though there was one unfortunate result - I was subsequently diagnosed with depression.

I don't know what happened to the guy who took the room after me as I never went back again - nor do I know what happened in that room on that night after Halloween and thankfully I never will.

One postscript to this is the landlord/owner - a shifty, scared and almost guilty looking old man who took the rent in cash and never once set foot in the house, always only standing on the porch.

This a house that if done up would have been worth £1million, yet he let it out at a pittance and let it slide into dereliction.

In hindsight I have absolutely no doubt that someone had been murdered there by pushing them down the stairs, something I'm certain that the landlord knew full well about.

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Wow, that is some story - can I ask where this was? I'd love to Street View it!!
 
Frapple said:
Woke up, looked in mirror, massive spider on face.

Not really bothered by spiders but it was a bit of a shock!
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I had the same experience once - with one of its legs in my eye!!!

Woke up, turned the lights on to try and capture it, but it was no where to be found!! Subsequently didn't sleep that night!
 
Justintime said:
September 11th 2001 - my 19th Birthday. Was working on site alone in a house doing wiring, was waiting on another workmate to deliver some cable so was idly flicking a pen cover at a radiator pretending it was a building and the pen cover was a helicopter crashing into it. Not until i figured the guy wasn't coming, it was 5pm, finishing time and i walked home did i see what had happened that day on tv.. :eek: I know its a coincidence, was just a little freaked out by it.
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IT WAS YOU!

They killed Osama for nothing :mad:
 
darubio said:
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I'd put money on it that he's the little weasel out of The Green Mile
 
knowlton said:
Wow, that is some story - can I ask where this was? I'd love to Street View it!!
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If you Google Berrylands Road, Surbiton, you can find it.

I can't remember the house number, so can't be more specific, they're also not legible on streetview.

It's also a semi, not a terrace as I remember it, this is over 10 years past.

Anyway, from the default streetview for Berrylands Road, Surbiton, look right and head over the junction of King Charles Road, continuing over on Berrylands Road.

Look left and you can view the houses. There's one about 4 houses down with a big tree in the garden and a blue and white 'All Enquiries' sign.

Next door, on the front facing left to that, is the house in question, I'm pretty sure but not 100% certain - the 'To Let' sign out front doesn't surprise me one bit - that should be a family house in what is in a classic commuter area - the fact it isn't speaks volumes.

However it's been some time - it definitely wasn't the one with the tree but if not the one I've mentioned, it's the one on the right of it.

The top attic window was the room in question and on a cold winter's night you'd see both windows wide open when I was there, cold but at least not sealed within that room.





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Yeah I think so but it's been a long time, if it is the the correct one the door knock incident was in the small front window to the left and the floor scratching was the top attic window.

I was paying £20 a week rent for the small room and £25 for the large one. Insanely cheap for the area even over 10 years past.

Though it could possibly be the one the other side of the tree, I'm pretty certain it's that one in the image.

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Looks like an inviting, newly-decorated house.

Would you be tempted to knock on the door and talk to the current residents?

By the way, if none of you came out of your rooms when after the stairs incident, how do you know it wasn't just a real person?
 
These stories are interesting but I can't help think that ghosts would be doing something else besides trolling people.

On second thoughts, that would be quite funny.
 
Gerard said:
Was that also ghostly?
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Yeah but luckily I wasn't at that one as it got way out of hand and we had a Priest round and everything.

My cousin at the time was a phenomenal amateur magician despite being only 12 at the time. Mainly card tricks, etc. He started doing tricks that defied all logic like being able to stop watches, etc and it acted as a catalyst for a full blown poltergeist episode.

My grandfather who was also there, is still alive and did the duration of WW2 and is total sceptic or at least was. He ended up having to bury an item on consecrated ground as a result and was seriously shaken by it.

Anyway, works over now so maybe I'll post the full story later on.


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Here's a tip..

Don't spend the best part of an hour reading this thread having forgotten you're on Teamspeak.

When someone suddenly starts calling out your name it's time for some clean pants!!
 
Wolfe777 said:
In my early 20's I secured a suspiciously cheap rent on a room in a practically derelict huge Victorian terrace. All the other houses in the street were pristine and likely worth at least £1 million a piece at the time.

The others who lived there were all young guys, students or in dead-end jobs, including my mate who got me the room.

The first night I'm there in September, we were talking in the absolute tip of a kitchen and my mate says "you know we're haunted here, don't you?"

I didn't.

Being someone who has always had a strong sense of the spiritual and following an extremely traumatic episode my family suffered in a holiday flat in Bournemouth many years previously, I would definitely NOT have rented the room with that prior knowledge.

Anyway, there was nothing I could do about it as I'd already moved all my stuff in and had no where else to go, so was ****** off with my mate for not mentioning it previously.

"Don't worry my room gets the worst of it"

He had by far the biggest and nicest room in the house, on the very top floor - he had got it despite others in smaller rooms being there for years longer than him having the option to take it - they absolutely did not want that room. There was one significant caveat - every single person who had stayed in the room was subsequently diagnosed with clinical depression.

My room was a small room at the bottom of the landing from the top floor where his room was and generally the whole house had a bad atmosphere, masked somewhat by the general hedonism and rowdiness of the young male inhabitants.

Anyway, nothing happened until the night after Halloween (I swear on my life this is true). When I suddenly awoke at 4.30 am exactly with a sense of absolute dread in a freezing cold room - no central heating, so it was cold anyway but this was crazy cold. What followed was a very loud noise that I can only describe as someone violently being pushed down the stairs followed by a thud on each stair as it slowly approached the landing outside my door.

By this point I'm sweating profusely despite the cold, and I can sense something outside my door. The landing had 3 doors quite close to one another and to my horror I hear a double tap knock on the furthest door from mine, followed by a double knock on the next door - then finally a double knock on mine.

The knocks were almost imperceptible but absolutely audible, it's hard to describe but they definitely were not of this world. The next day everyone is acting a bit cagey and one of the guys admits to hearing and experiencing the same thing, the other guy on that landing who'd been there the longest barely left his room so we hardly spoke to him.

A couple of months follow without incident, when lo and behold, my mate in the top room is diagnosed with depression and goes to live back with his parents.

So his room became free. £5 more a month for a room 4 times the size of my current one.

I took it.

It was a massive attic room with a giant dark wood frame bed that looked to be at least 50 years old, in the daytime it was fine but just had a horrible atmosphere at night. I slept with both windows wide open even in the dead of winter, but other than that I didn't experience anything until the following summer evening when it was still light outside, a friend and I were watching TV and it was a documentary about ancient Hebrew legends that we were not really paying attention to.

There was an ancient text being read in Hebrew with subtitles regarding the afterlife, when suddenly a loud scratching emanated from the wooden floor near the door, it scratched all along the floor past us towards a frame-less free standing full length mirror which started violently vibrating.

"Turn the ******* channel!"

After which it mercifully stopped. I'd convinced myself that the Halloween episode was a one off, but to have that happen in essentially daylight in Summer was the final straw.

Cheap rent or not, I had to get out of there and I managed to convince my mum to let me live at home for a couple of months until I found another place. I still remember the relief at my first night out of that place, though there was one unfortunate result - I was subsequently diagnosed with depression.

I don't know what happened to the guy who took the room after me as I never went back again - nor do I know what happened in that room on that night after Halloween and thankfully I never will.

One postscript to this is the landlord/owner - a shifty, scared and almost guilty looking old man who took the rent in cash and never once set foot in the house, always only standing on the porch.

This a house that if done up would have been worth £1million, yet he let it out at a pittance and let it slide into dereliction.

In hindsight I have absolutely no doubt that someone had been murdered there by pushing them down the stairs, something I'm certain that the landlord knew full well about.

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Woah, really creepy story! I imagined it would have been a house setback quite far from the road with overgrown shubbery etc :eek: but it just appears a normal detached house.

This thread has got me hooked over the past few days!

Only creepy but totally explainable experience I've had is having to go downstairs home alone to my Mums stereo blasting Kate Bush in the early hours, turns out it was just on a timer :p not sure why it was set so late though...
 
Sycho said:
We should do an OcUK ghost adventure outing could be a lot of fun....i mean like Dover Castle or something would be cool to investigate something like that during the night for people interested in doing so.(somewhere big which it is, has loads and loads of underground tunnels supposed to be very haunted)

I reckon quite a few would go but i am wondering how much it cost to do that however it would also be good for non-believers to see if they find anything unexplainable.(i am on the fence myself i am not sure.)

I think West Wycombe caves do 10pm-3am or something investigations for small/large groups with some staff and i've also seen some other places like London Tombs do it but i never been there myself.

Would make a change from a usual meet up of course could have time in a pub or something beforehand.

Imagine doing it around Halloween time too. :D
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anticonscience said:
EDIT: I also think we should arrange a meet in a haunted house, and see what spooky goings on happen, and tell each other ghost stories. :D
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Yes please. :D
 
When I was a kid (8 or 9 maybe) my parents got me a dragon kite for my birthday. It was made largely out of paper and looked much like the one in the below link

http://pwcs.bennett.schoolfusion.us...Learning Links/ChineseDragonKite200_43394.jpg

As a surprise while I was asleep in bed my Dad got the stepladder out and crept into my room and bluetacked the thing to the roof above my bed, the idea being it would be the first thing I saw when I woke up in the morning. The problem was that the bluetack didn't stick and the thing fell off the roof and drifted down on top of me, waking me up in the process. The first thing I saw was its massive blazing eyes about 2 cm away from my own.

I **** my pants.
 
Wolfe777 said:
The first night I'm there in September, we were talking in the absolute tip of a kitchen and my mate says "you know we're haunted here, don't you?"

I didn't.

I would definitely NOT have rented the room with that prior knowledge.

"Don't worry my room gets the worst of it"

...

A couple of months follow without incident, when lo and behold, my mate in the top room is diagnosed with depression and goes to live back with his parents.

So his room became free. £5 more a month for a room 4 times the size of my current one.

I took it.
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:confused::confused::confused::confused::confused:
 
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