Have you ever felt a 'haunted' resonance from an item in your home?

I bought a second hand book of Fairy Tales. It made me feel very uneasy. I thought something bad must have happened to a previous owner. In the end I threw it away.

Never had experiences like this myself, and am generally sceptical. But years ago a nice young couple moved into the (rented) house next door and then out again within the week. They thought it was haunted because the young woman had felt a hand touching her shoulders and back several times when nobody else was in the room, and they thought there was something sinister about the tree in the back garden. Oddly, none of the people who have moved into that house over 20+ years have stayed more than a few months.

When I was a child I found a small charm, a bit like a pixie, on the street. I put it in my purse for supposed good luck. Subsequently all sorts of silly little things seemed to go wrong which I put it down to the pixie being bad luck so I threw it away. Things then got better so I resolved not to be superstitious about 'things.'

I've been told that I have a strong 'aura' which could be developed if I wished. I've had a few odd dreams (rarely) but I've never felt anything haunted which is good as I would be scared.

There are many unexplained things in this world. I sat next to a university professor at a lunch who tried to explain his area of research to me. Forgive me for my nutty version. He said that every organ in the body sent out electrical impulses that travelled to infinity and communicated outside conventional time constraints. Last year, visiting Chambercombe Manor near Ilfracombe I mentioned to the guide that there was a very distinctive smell in one bedroom. She asked what it was. “ Urine” I replied. “ Ah, this room is haunted by a maid who carries a chamber pot.” She said. I have seen ghosts, as have members of my family, in an old vicarage we used to live in. They were benign, but rather startling.

Many years ago i was cleaning a house and had a feeling i was being watched.
I turned around and without doubt a large grey figure stood there looking at me.
I did a runner and told the owners sorry but i won`t be coming back.
They asked why so i hesitantly told them feeling rather foolish.
They said not to worry as it`s a relative from many years ago
who lived in a farm house where they also lived and when they moved he came with them.
I still didn`t go back.

There is one corner of our garden which makes me uneasy. I avoid it completely.

When I was 15 our family went to stay with my mother’s cousin who lived in an old Manor House in Suffolk. My mother said that the bedroom that they stayed in had two doors each at opposite sides of the room. In the night one door opened and closed and then after a while the other door opened and closed. A few years later on a visit I was in the same room and the same thing happened in the night.

I'm 70 and I've yet to encounter a ghost, or anything like it.The last house I lived in certainly should have been haunted, as it was over 300 years old, but I never felt a thing.
The last person to die there, in the 1970s, had accidently drunk from a bottle of paraquat herbicide. He was a nasty alcoholic who was a known wifebeater and the police actually investigated his wife for possible poisoning (she was never charged). While I was living there, I had a visitor who claimed to be a psychic medium. She sat in my kitchen and told me that I was lucky to live in such a peaceful, warm and welcoming house. I didn't tell her that she was sitting in the room where that poor man had expired!

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A Honda car, I used to own, used to 'moo' for a while as the engine was cooling down, so it must have been a cow in a former life. No other car, I've ever owned, has ever done that.

Did you call the car Daisy?

I think there are many things we cant explain, some places or things just have a feel about them.
My friend is quite sensitive to such things. One day she was having coffee at my home and we were sat at the table in lounge opposite each other with my friend sat looking in the kitchen. She calmly said she didnt want to upset me but there was a lady stood in the kitchen. She went on to describe the lady in great detail from height,hair colour to clothes she was wearing. I was a bit bemused as well as unnerved. I'm at an age where I have lost a lot of relatives etc.
I went upstairs and got my wedding album which is at the back of top part of wardrobe. I got married in 1985 and my wedding photos were the last occasion the whole family was together. I'm divorced and so no wedding photos are on display in house. At that time I wasnt on Facebook so there were no photos there. I had known my friend for about 5 years. No one has seen those photos since the turn of the century. My daughters haven't seen them. They were just tucked away and forgotten. So basically my friend wasnt aware of the photos and there was no one who would of shown them to her.
There in the photos was my Aunt,my dads sister who was also my Godmother. I always felt very close to her and she to me as she had twins a few years before I was born but the little girl died. My Aunt died in 1986.
In the photos she was exactly as my friend described, right down to the clothes and the colour of her hair. I certainly had forgotten what she was wearing on that day and also the fact that at that time she had dyed her hair blonde.
It did seem a bit random at the time. My aunt hadn't even visited this house. My friend felt my Aunt just wanted to show support and that I wasnt alone. At the time that also seemed quite random. Within three months my mother had been diagnosed and died of cancer,it was very unexpected and a rare type. My father who had dementia moved in with us. It was certainly a time of grief and upheaval that couldn't have predicted!

When I am standing at the sink I often 'feel' someone near me. A previous owner died of a heart attack in the house but I have not asked the neighbours if she was standing at the sink!

I worked with a lady who went to a holiday camp & mentioned to someone in the shower block that she couldn’t sleep for all the planes going over. It turned out it was a RAF station in the war.

I was sharing a room in a house in London in the 60s. One night the other girl screamed. Then we both heard doors slamming and I heard some squeaking. After a pretty bad night we found out it was rumoured a maid had hung herself on the pulley in the basement.

There was a hall I used to go to weekly and had a one room upstairs, and a cupboard where we kept the things we needed for our meeting. Anyway every time I went up there I felt really scared and uncomfortable, and eventually refused to go up there. Mentioned it to someone who had lived in the village for years who calmly said oh it’s haunted I still won’t go up there and I’m a rational scientific type of person but there’s something not right up there.

I was moving house and my DD was helping me pack. Little GD aged 3 was in another bedroom, jumping on the bed and chatting and giggling. I asked her who she was talking to and she replied ‘ I’m playing with the lovely lady. She had white hair and a silk scarf. ‘ I’m sure it was my mums spirit , come to do a bit of babysitting while we packed.

I had an opposite experience. My dad was in the armed forces and we moved around a bit when I was young. We came back from our final posting in Germany when I was 12. My parents had loved it there. I married a Forces man myself and we were posted to the same camp when I was in my early 30s by which time my parents had died. We arrived there on a cold, miserable day in winter just after a big storm. From the moment I arrived I had an incredible feeling of contentment and felt totally at home, despite the fact I could barely remember the place. And it was my first posting abroad so far away from the rest of my family that I had been apprehensive prior to our arrival. Someone looking down on me?

Hubby had a clock in the dining room that stopped working. The battery was changed, the clock cleaned, but it still didn't work.

3 years later he decided to get rid of it because, although it looked nice, it still didn't work. But before he took it away my grandmother's wooden sewing cabinet arrived, which I inherited. It was put in the dining room until we could find a suitable place for it. Strangely enough the clock started working again and it has been going ever since. Nana worked her magic!

Me too Bathsheba spookily DaisyMae’s tree sounds utterly intriguing

Many years ago I drove over an ancient narrow bridge in Derbyshire countryside on a darkly stormy night and Nearly hit an old woman in long clothes. I ran back but saw no one. Asked at the pub nearby when we got there and apparently many moons ago an old lady was killed on the bridge by a horse drawn carriage. Lots of people had seen her apparently!

Me a teenager, I had the most intense experience one night, I saw two `dead` relatives, they spoke to me and I have never been afraid of dying since then

A hotel in cowbridge, my husband and I and 3 children stayed in one room on the top floor. The radiators were full on but it was intensely cold in the night, chilly cold down my back. We mentioned that to the receptionist in the morning, oh yes she said, that room is haunted

One time we were sent a present of 2 strange carved heads, like shrunken heads, from a relative in south africa. They went straight out, something very bad surrounded them

I never buy second hand furniture, auras cling to things like that. Same as in houses, some houses have very bad vibes and bad things repeat through time

When I was a child our next door neighbour was a Spiritualist.
Another neighbour- an old lady - died in the house across the road. The house was sold to a young couple with a 3 year old child- my Mum got friendly with the mother.
A few weeks after the had moved in she told my Mum that the little girl had terrible sleeping problems since they moved in & woke crying about the lady in her bedroom.
They though it was just a phase. Mum mentioned it in passing to our other neighbour who asked if they would let her go into the room by herself for a while & she would'see what she could do'.
She spent about half an hour there & came out very happy saying the poor woman was upset as there was a strange child in 'her 'bedroom but she had now passed on & there would be no more problems.
She was quite right & the child was happy after that- far too young to know about what had happened.
Strange but true.

I talk to my late mum and dad a lot, i find it comforting, the other day i coulfld smell stale cig smell (my late father was a smoker), followed by a perfume smell, (my late mother loved perfume) i always believed in the supernatural, the phsyical world is the one to be frightened of, does anyone agree

Back in the 70s I was sent on a training course to a big old country house. During the night I was woken up several times with, what seemed like an animal jumping on my bed. Each time I switched the light on but there was nothing there. At breakfast one of the trainers asked if I’d slept OK as he said my room had previously been the old Lady of the Manor’s room who’d had several dogs that slept on her bed and people had felt their presence. I didn’t say anything for fear they might have thought I was making it up but was pleased I was only staying the one night,

Similar experience as you Lemongrove. We downsized to a bungalow built in the 70's. Every now and then I smell cigarette smoke in the spare bedroom and also in the bathroom. The tobacco smell is always strong late at night when things are very quiet. I found out that the couple that lived here before us were smokers. The widow was practically a chain smoker I am told. I felt a little unnerved when first told this but now it doesn't bother me. I think she is just checking on the place.

After my mum died my daughter stayed with me and was sleeping in the bedroom next door. Both rooms had sets of drawers on the adjoining wall. I woke in the night to the sound of all the drawers opening and closing- I though what on Earth is she doing in there, but just went back to sleep. In the morning my daughter said to me ‘what on Earth were you doing in the night opening and closing all those drawers’!!!!!