As its nearly Halloween has anyone got a creepy story

NotTooOld

Love the black panther stories and I have heard that theory about stones retaining images of previous times. I saw a TV programme once about the basement of a pub in York where a workman was doing some maintenance. He had dug out some of the basement floor and decided to take a tea break. While he was sitting there he heard marching feet and a group of Roman soldiers walked across the ancient floor that the workman had just uncovered. Fascinating stuff.

I’m pretty sure that is the Treaurer’s House in York - I visited with a dd some time ago.

The chap died years ago, but there was an old video of him telling of his experience. IIRC it was in the 50s or 60s. At the time, he was questioned about the soldiers’ clothing and helmets, and historians then thought that what he said couldn’t possibly be right. But later knowledge or research proved that what he had described was correct.

Also, IIRC, it wasn’t known at the time that the house lay directly on top of a former Roman road. He said he saw them only from the knees up (which makes sense in the circs) and IIRC, looking tired and dishevelled as they trudged along. Terrified, he flattened himself against a wall but they took no notice of him, jus disappeared into a further wall.,

He was apparently not the only one to have seen them, since when he emerged, white faced, someone else said, ‘Oh, you’ve seen them, then.’

Dd and I paid an extra £3 each to visit the cellar or basement where he was supposed to have seen them, but not a sausage did we sense - it was just cold and a bit damp.

Yes, Nottooold, I saw that programme too. I think it is about the material used for video tapes that is in stone. It could be silicon but I am not sure - science is not my forte.

Love the black panther stories and I have heard that theory about stones retaining images of previous times. I saw a TV programme once about the basement of a pub in York where a workman was doing some maintenance. He had dug out some of the basement floor and decided to take a tea break. While he was sitting there he heard marching feet and a group of Roman soldiers walked across the ancient floor that the workman had just uncovered. Fascinating stuff.

Witzend

Was he real, though, poor bloke, or didn’t you stop to check, Boz?
Given that leprosy is relatively easily curable nowadays, presumably it was a ghost you saw.

I was too taken aback. To this day I wish I had turned around. He seemed medieval. I wonder what he thought if he was a ghost and saw me!
There is a theory that stone acts like a recording material and records images from the past which we see as ghosts. I'm very interested in that theory if anyone knows more.

Years ago I wandered down some stone steps in Tamworth Castle and read a notice on the wall. "This staircase is haunted by the ghost of a lady". I was so scared I nearly fell down the rest of the staircase and joined her.

MiniMoon
It seems that panthers like roundabouts!
How strange that your husbands sighting is the same as mine, exactly.
Very peculiar.

We were driving past a pub with same granddaughter aged about 2. A little voice from the back seat said "we should put on our make-ups and jewels and go to the plub". I looked at my daughter quizzically, and she said, "in a past life she must have been a lady who lunches".
They were also out at a pub for lunch at about the same time, the knife and fork, wrapped in a paper napkin were brought to the table. Granddaughter looked puzzled and asked her mum, "where is the rest of the cutlery?"

MissAdventure my DH was driving home from work last week when he saw a big black panther. It crossed the roundabout in front of him and walked off into the woods beside the road.

When my granddaughter was 5 the family were living in a farmhouse adjacent to the ruins of a castle. One summer morning she woke early and went to look out of her bedroom window. She was surprised to see a boy sitting cross legged on the lawn. He had his hair cut in a Bob and was wearing a hat and strange clothes. She thought she might have been dreaming and went back to bed. When she told her parents about it, her Dad said he had also seen that boy.

There is a story about a young servant boy being sent from the castle on an errand. It was forgotten that he was out, and the castle locked up for the night. The next morning his frozen body was found sitting on the doorstep.

Oo er!

And the long, long tail, curving downwards.
You see, it had a profound effect on me, and now I can't stop talking about it!
The ears, too.
Not dog ears. Cat ones!

And it was BIG.
It's shoulders were at about waist height. (I had a waist in those days!)

This isn't really creepy as much as inexplicable.

My friend and me had been to see a show and caught the bus home.
When it arrived at the bus station a couple of miles away from where we were going, the driver informed us that the bus terminated its journey there, so we would have to get off.
We got off, and began walking towards home, thinking we may find a phone box or flag down a cab, as it was too far to walk, really.
We were chatting away about all different things, and I looked across to my right and thought "oh, there's a black panther"....
It took time to sink in, but the hairs on my neck stood up, and my eyes filled up with tears...
Still, I carried on the conversation, as I was still trying to process what I had seen.
Then, I told her I was sorry to interrupt, but I had to say this....
Before I got any further, she said "I know what you're going to say, and I saw it too. A panther?"
We had both seen it, both not immediately said anything, but our accounts matched exactly.
People have since said it could have been a big dog, but it was so very feline, the light was shining on it's flanks, and it had bounded across a roundabout and disappeared into a wooded area.

Was he real, though, poor bloke, or didn’t you stop to check, Boz?
Given that leprosy is relatively easily curable nowadays, presumably it was a ghost you saw.

Walking around Rouen Cathedral I noticed a cowled monk praying at an altar. As I approached he turned towards me and his face was eaten away with leprosy. Shocked, I turned and retreated.

Oh, goodness, I think I’d have been put off by seeing that, too, Aldom!
I don’t quite know why, but for many years as a child and teen I was absolutely terrified at the thought of ghosts. Particularly when we stayed at a GM’s house, where both my GF and GGF had recently died. And they were both lovely old men, so why I was so scared, I have no idea.

Maybe because my GM swore that she’d seen my GF shortly after he died. It was early in the morning when she was still in bed, and having forgotten that he’d died, she thought he was bringing her the usual cup of tea!

I told this story to dh not long after we met.
‘And what did he say?’ Dh said.
In a suitably dark and scary voice he went on, ‘I’m sorry, dear, but the tea’s cold this morning!’ ?

Witzend, thank you for your stories. It's comforting to hear of others having had similar experiences. Later in my life I lived in a house that was over 200 years old. In a room at the back of the house was a huge, gilded mirror, which we removed during the restoration of the house. My husband was gardening one day and a car stopped. The driver came to speak to my husband. He told him that his friend, a doctor, had been to view the house when it was for sale, but had been put off by seeing a woman wearing a long dress, in the gilded mirror. The house had a warm, friendly atmosphere. But sadly, having removed the mirror, we never saw the lady.

Aldom

From the age of five I lived in a late Victorian house. Sometimes an elderly lady, hair taken back in a bun and wearing a long black dress, would tuck me up in bed. I felt loved and completely relaxed when I saw her. No one resembling her lived in the house. Just my parents, in their 30's and my younger twin brothers. Eventually I moved into a different room and my brothers shared the room where I used to see the lady. I never told anyone about her. About 35 years later, on the day my mother died, my brothers and I were reminiscing. I told them the story of the lady who tucked me up in bed. One of my brothers looked shocked and said, 'So you saw her too'.
She had also tucked him up after I moved to another bedroom. Who was she? What was she? Does she still visit that old house I wonder.
I still think of her with fondness.

What a lovely story, Aldom.

Reminds me of younger sister, then only 3, after we’d recently moved house.
We didn’t find out until some time later that one of the former owners - still quite a young woman - had died in childbirth.

Sister used to say that ‘a lady’ used to sit on the end of her bed and smile at her.

And a former owner of dd’s house, a woman who’d brought up 3 children there, had died not long previously - we gathered that it was of a massive stroke, in the house.

Dd has never sensed anything at all, let alone anything creepy, but she’s seen both her first and second babies at around 8-10 months, smiling and waving at someone who wasn’t there.

If there is a presence, it’s evidently very benign. From the first time we viewed it together, the house always had a lovely warm feel - you could tell it had been a happy family home.

Do please tell Maywalk

I agree with MissAdventure could you tell us in installments in the days leading up to Halloween.

I LOVE Halloween.

Yes.
We insist!
You could do it in installments to build up the suspense.
Please?

Oh Maywalk now you have to tell us!

Yes I do have a true tale from the 1950s but to tell all that happened might be a bit too lengthy to put on here.

Ooh, that gave me a little shiver!
I love it.

A few years back a colleague persuaded me to go on a ghost hunt, it was in a local manor house and had been featured on TV. I really didn't like the organiser she was bossy and full of herself.

There was an ornate staircase, when the group went down it I stayed at the top admiring the wooden balustrade and also looking at the portraits everyone was at the foot of the stairs and there was no-one behind me, miss bossy boots called up to me ' oh doooooo try and keep up' I glared at her and muttered 'I really don't like you' a voice whispered in my ear 'neither do I', I literally ran down those stairs, I didn't say a word to anyone.

There were no other ghost sightings, my colleague was apologetic saying she hoped I would see a spirit, I just said actually I rather think I heard one,

From the age of five I lived in a late Victorian house. Sometimes an elderly lady, hair taken back in a bun and wearing a long black dress, would tuck me up in bed. I felt loved and completely relaxed when I saw her. No one resembling her lived in the house. Just my parents, in their 30's and my younger twin brothers. Eventually I moved into a different room and my brothers shared the room where I used to see the lady. I never told anyone about her. About 35 years later, on the day my mother died, my brothers and I were reminiscing. I told them the story of the lady who tucked me up in bed. One of my brothers looked shocked and said, 'So you saw her too'.
She had also tucked him up after I moved to another bedroom. Who was she? What was she? Does she still visit that old house I wonder.
I still think of her with fondness.

My friends father in law was told he had cancer, just as she had found out she was pregnant.
Her father in law was absolutely determined he would see his grandchild, and he did live until the little girl was 3.
He absolutely doted on her, and she him.

After he had died, the little girl was messing around at the dinner table, fidgeting and pushing her chair back on two legs.

My friend told her off, saying "You're going to fall off that chair in a minute!"
The little girl looked said "Oh, no I won't" then looked st the empty chair next to her and said "I won't, will I grandad?".

I don’t remember much of the events surrounding my brain injury, but I do remembe r very clearly my father telling me it was going to be alright. He had been dead for 7 years. I felt very calm then.

My grandma said when she was a young girl she got home from work and sat down at the kitchen table with a cup of tea and a biscuit. Something touched her knee and she looked down to see a little hand held out under the table, as if begging for something. She said sharply, "Stop it, Billy!" assuming it was her cheeky little brother. She took another sip of tea, and glanced through the window, and saw Billy happily playing in the back yard. When she looked under the table, and moved the tablecloth, there was nobody there. She said she never forgot the sight of that little hand.