Tell us a good old fashioned ghost story!

Tail Wagger

My dad died when I was 19, any way some ten years later I was in my home one night on my own. The wife was away for a few days. I was walking on the landing from the bathroom up stairs to the start of the stairs, I heard my fathers voice calling my name like in my ear...the hairs on my neck stood up. I ran out of the house and never went back for a week.

some months later I was in the in-laws attending a local funeral, during the night I was on my way down the stairs to the kitchen for a drink of water and it happened again, I ran back up the stairs again without my drink........ have you got a good one to tell?

AnonoBoy

Wooooooooooooohhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!

bad2dabone

http://www.boards.ie/vbulletin/showthread.php?t=2054896242&page=58

one of the best threads on boards imo

The_Kew_Tour

AnonoBoy wrote: »

Wooooooooooooohhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!

:eek::eek::eek:

GLaDOS

Many moons ago, an ancient demon possesed a forum. Hundreds upon thousands of users were cut off. They looked dispondedly at the error screen, occaionally tapping f5, people began to lose hope...

Wait..that was this forum! :eek:

The Big Red Button

Oooh I love ghost stories! Even though I never believe them.

I was living in a house once for a few months, and woke up one night to see a little 4-5 year old blond boy sitting on my bed. I could feel the weight of him, and I knew I was awake because otherwise I wouldn't have been so freaked out by it! I dived under the quilt and rang my boyfriend, I was fully conscious and awake talking to him, after a few minutes I felt the weight rising off the bed and eventually I peeked out and he was gone. Didn't stay in that house much longer.

A good few months later, was chatting to a guy in work who was in his fifties ... turned out that he grew up just a couple of doors down from my house, and his twin brother was knocked over at the age of five by a truck driver who lived in the house I'd been living in!

Like I said though, I don't believe in ghost stories ...

starbelgrade

I am dead. Boo.

epgc3fyqirnbsx

Well first off this isn't a 'story', this actually happened

It was down in my cousins right, somewhere down the country right, doesn't matter where but anyways, they moved into this new house right.
Anyway they were playing in the attic one day when they found a little door in the corner but it was locked. Try as they may they couldn't open it.

A couple of months later, they had all but forgotten it at this stage, but they were playing in the pantry and found a lose tile on the floor. On pulling the tile up they found an ornate key and after some discussion realised that it might be for the little door in the corner of the attic.

So they climbed up, the bulb in the attic was gone so it was pitch dark, and they felt their way to the door in the corner. Felt the key hole, inserted the key, twisted it and heard the click. They held their collective breaths as the door opened...


When they crawled inside there was a candle lighting in the middle of this tiny little room. They sat inside staring at this candle with a great sense of discomfort. They were all so surprised to hear crying in the corner of the room and saw a little girl huddled up in the corner crying.

The oldest asked 'Little girl, why are you crying?'

She replied 'I'm not a little girl......

I'm a




AAAAGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'



probably works best around the campfire...

pikachucheeks

The OP is Father Noel Furlong!

nicegirl

pikachucheeks wrote: »

The OP is Father Noel Furlong!

Ha ha!! I saw that episode of Father Ted this evening where they go on holiday in their little caravan. Fr. Noel Furlong puts a pillow case over his head and goes "oooooooohhhhhhh lets tell ghost stories"! Its brilliant
I don't think any other tv show will ever be as good as Father Ted, its legendary

recylingbin

A little while ago I was staying in the castle hotel in Conwy, Wales. It stands on the site of a former Cistercian abbey and is now a 15th century Inn. It's a very atmospheric place, very old with low beams and tight corridors. Anyway, I had dinner there and the owner joined me after dinner with the chef for a few drinks. They told me that the place was haunted by a 'mad monk'. Aren't they all says I. But with a deathly serious face the owner tells me that it's causing them real problems, that people aren't coming back because they are frightened.

Apparently during the black death of the 13th century, the abbey closed it's doors to the outside as the disease took hold. This particular monk arrived back from a trip to another abbey to find that, such was the fear of the black death, they would not re-open the gates to re-admit him. So he was left to take his chances in the village. Anyway, to cut a long story short, he contracts the plague and spends his last days, watched by the monks in the abbey, in screaming agony and dementia, at the walls of the abbey praying to God and warning the monks that he would see them burn in hell. After he died the sightings began and people who claimed to have seen him, so the legend goes, died an agonising death, not unlike the plague. Anyway these guys tell me that customers are saying they are seeing this character and that bookings are down.

Nice wind-up thinks I as I head to bed, but can't help but think I'm a touch nervous. Anyway, during the night I suddenly woke up with the feeling my heart had stopped beating. A truly horrible experience. Adrenaline was absolutely racing around my body. I decided to go out on to the landing, the room was incredibly hot, to get some fresh air. As soon as I am alone on the landing this glow appears at the end of the corridor, it starts quite small and then suddenly bursts into the shape of this monk and comes, no word of a lie, charging towards me with his mouth open in a screaming fashion and passes right ****ing through me. I am screaming like a ****ing baby I can tell you.

People now come running out of their rooms and ask what happened. I tell them and explain that I am getting the **** out of there and I would advise them to do the same. Anyway, this nerdy looking chick starts poking around and says she's not so sure. I wanted to get out ASAP, but she and her friends convinced me to stay another night. I'm pretty loathe, but to be honest she had a cute mate and she didn't seem attached, so I thought what the hell. Frankly I've got the black death already if that's the way it is. So we wait until dark again. I wasn't really up for seeing it again and nor was one her friends, so me and him and his dog went to the kitchen to wait it out and, frankly, eat ourselves stupid.

I think the ghost must has sensed me from our previous encounter, as he suddenly appeared. We ran like ****, no looking back. At one point the other bloke was flying along on a trolley being pushed by his dog. It was crazy. We couldn't get away from the horror. Open a door and there he was. At one point I was hiding behind a curtain in the dark and thought I was holding the other blokes arm, turns out it's the monk. Fortunately, we found some chefs outfits and dressed up to fool the ghost that we were chefs cooking him a great meal. The other guy put a bow tie on his dog and got him to pretend to be a waiter. It bought us the time we needed and we got away.

His 3 friends never even saw the ghost, but when we met up, the nerdy one said she was confident she could stop the hauntings. The other bloke (couldn't be sure now if he was shagging the cute chick) came up with some ridiculous ****ing idea involving pulleys and tablecloths tied together. ****. The cute one suggests me, the kitchen dude and the dog attract the monk and then run, luring the ghost into the 'trap'. Thanks a ****ing lot I say, but in the interests of a chance shag I agree. Bizarrely, the other bloke agrees to risk his life for a dog snack, which combined with his penchant for talking to his Great Dane, doesn't exactly inspire me with confidence for my future.

Anyway, to cut a long story short, after some bizarre ****ing escapades involving glue, pulleys, the dog stuck in a spinning wheelie bin with the monk and the ****ing whole ridiculous plan going tits up spectacularly, it finally ends with me, the dog food eating guy, the dog and the monk all trapped inside a chandelier (don't ask). It turns out it was the chef dressing up as a monk, with some help from special effects projection. Apparently he wanted to buy the ****hole at a reduced price or something. I never got a sniff of the hot one either, though I think the nerdy was up for it.

Crazy, but true.

epgc3fyqirnbsx

recylingbin wrote: »

A little while ago I was staying in the castle hotel in Conwy, Wales. It stands on the site of a former Cistercian abbey and is now a 15th century Inn. It's a very atmospheric place, very old with low beams and tight corridors. Anyway, I had dinner there and the owner joined me after dinner with the chef for a few drinks. They told me that the place was haunted by a 'mad monk'. Aren't they all says I. But with a deathly serious face the owner tells me that it's causing them real problems, that people aren't coming back because they are frightened.

Apparently during the black death of the 13th century, the abbey closed it's doors to the outside as the disease took hold. This particular monk arrived back from a trip to another abbey to find that, such was the fear of the black death, they would not re-open the gates to re-admit him. So he was left to take his chances in the village. Anyway, to cut a long story short, he contracts the plague and spends his last days, watched by the monks in the abbey, in screaming agony and dementia, at the walls of the abbey praying to God and warning the monks that he would see them burn in hell. After he died the sightings began and people who claimed to have seen him, so the legend goes, died an agonising death, not unlike the plague. Anyway these guys tell me that customers are saying they are seeing this character and that bookings are down.

Nice wind-up thinks I as I head to bed, but can't help but think I'm a touch nervous. Anyway, during the night I suddenly woke up with the feeling my heart had stopped beating. A truly horrible experience. Adrenaline was absolutely racing around my body. I decided to go out on to the landing, the room was incredibly hot, to get some fresh air. As soon as I am alone on the landing this glow appears at the end of the corridor, it starts quite small and then suddenly bursts into the shape of this monk and comes, no word of a lie, charging towards me with his mouth open in a screaming fashion and passes right ****ing through me. I am screaming like a ****ing baby I can tell you.

People now come running out of their rooms and ask what happened. I tell them and explain that I am getting the **** out of there and I would advise them to do the same. Anyway, this nerdy looking chick starts poking around and says she's not so sure. I wanted to get out ASAP, but she and her friends convinced me to stay another night. I'm pretty loathe, but to be honest she had a cute mate and she didn't seem attached, so I thought what the hell. Frankly I've got the black death already if that's the way it is. So we wait until dark again. I wasn't really up for seeing it again and nor was one her friends, so me and him and his dog went to the kitchen to wait it out and, frankly, eat ourselves stupid.

I think the ghost must has sensed me from our previous encounter, as he suddenly appeared. We ran like ****, no looking back. At one point the other bloke was flying along on a trolley being pushed by his dog. It was crazy. We couldn't get away from the horror. Open a door and there he was. At one point I was hiding behind a curtain in the dark and thought I was holding the other blokes arm, turns out it's the monk. Fortunately, we found some chefs outfits and dressed up to fool the ghost that we were chefs cooking him a great meal. The other guy put a bow tie on his dog and got him to pretend to be a waiter. It bought us the time we needed and we got away.

His 3 friends never even saw the ghost, but when we met up, the nerdy one said she was confident she could stop the hauntings. The other bloke (couldn't be sure now if he was shagging the cute chick) came up with some ridiculous ****ing idea involving pulleys and tablecloths tied together. ****. The cute one suggests me, the kitchen dude and the dog attract the monk and then run, luring the ghost into the 'trap'. Thanks a ****ing lot I say, but in the interests of a chance shag I agree. Bizarrely, the other bloke agrees to risk his life for a dog snack, which combined with his penchant for talking to his Great Dane, doesn't exactly inspire me with confidence for my future.

Anyway, to cut a long story short, after some bizarre ****ing escapades involving glue, pulleys, the dog stuck in a spinning wheelie bin with the monk and the ****ing whole ridiculous plan going tits up spectacularly, it finally ends with me, the dog food eating guy, the dog and the monk all trapped inside a chandelier (don't ask). It turns out it was the chef dressing up as a monk, with some help from special effects projection. Apparently he wanted to buy the ****hole at a reduced price or something. I never got a sniff of the hot one either, though I think the nerdy was up for it.

Crazy, but true.

I only read the last paragraph and on reading, it seems to have been enough!
Bravo my man!

AgileMyth

Tail Wagger wrote: »

Tell us a good old fashioned ghost story!

Did you hear about the British politician who died?

Wait, sorry...thats a Ghost Tory;)

DazMarz

We have a bloke in our local pub. We call him 'The Exorcist'.... There's not a man alive can move spirits like him.

R0ot

FF still in power.

Tail Wagger

DazMarz wrote: »

We have a bloke in our local pub. We call him 'The Exorcist'.... There's not a man alive can move spirits like him.

That sounds like the mother-in-law's husband!... whats the pub called?