I've posted this account of something I remember from my childhood before in another scary stories thread but maybe it's worth revisiting.
When we lived in Beckenham I was maybe 5 or 6 years old. At that age most kids forget everything that happened apart from events of significance and that applies to me. This one event I can still picture vividly and it still remains unexplained.
We lived in a multi-storey house back then and my grandfather and his family lived with us, so my gran, aunt and uncle. I was heading off to bed one night and as I covered myself with the duvet I heard a fly buzzing around so I unwrapped the duvet from over my head to try and swat the fly and as I did this I noticed a tall figure standing at the edge of the doorway. My room doorway was slightly ajar and the hallway light on that landing was on but my room light was off so anything in the doorway was a silhouette.
I thought it was my dad at first checking to see if I was in bed and I called out to confirm…no reply, the tall figure just stood there, peering through and not moving at all.
I didn’t know what to do so did the only thing I could think of and curled into the duvet and closed my eyes.
I must have fallen asleep quite quickly but I have vague memories the next day asking if anyone was standing in the doorway and over the years have mentioned it when we get together and to this day nobody admits to standing in the doorway that night (or any night).
Equally bizarre is that nobody at the time was tall enough to reach the top of the doorway.
It’s worth noting that a man was hit by a van carrying a ladder around that same time. I don’t know if it was before or after this event but the man died in front of the house. He was hit at speed and bounced onto the ladder causing fatal injuries. I remember seeing the blood before an elder moved me away from the window.
It’s also worth noting that around that time again we were all heading out to visit relatives. Cars are parked across the street so I start to cross only to be pulled back with some force as a vehicle speeds by, I could have died that day :-/
Edit*
If anyone knows how, can you backtrack news artciles for deaths to find out a victim's name?
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Another incident happened in a dream when I was about 16. I saw my granddad (dad’s father) who lived in another country sitting in a hall on his own. He was wearing a scarf and cap and looking forwards into darkness. The hall had no features, only a plain ground.
I woke up and it was the morning and it was then that I’d been told he’d passed away. My parents received the call as soon as he’d passed at home but I had the dream in the middle of the night. I had no reason to have a dream about him as I’ve only seen him twice in my life.
I don’t believe in ghosts or the supernatural but I do believe we are all connected in a way we don’t understand perhaps.
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These days many of you know that I explore and photograph abandoned places, mental asylums, hospitals and all things derelict. I have yet to hear a single peep from a specter dripping with ectoplasm
