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  • 9 months later...

Enjoyed listening to a few weird stories while camping at Retro Rides Gathering at the weekend, and I'm half way through reading edition 38's ghost stories thread, so I thought I'd bump this up for a few more stories to keep me from working too hard over the holidays.

Come on guys, any more stories?

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Well it's been 17 months now, someone must have some more scary stories and odd places to report on???

Best I've got is the signalbox I work in currently, whenever we get a manager visit they usually knock on the wall as they walk down the side of the box as a kind of warning to put your phone/radio/other not allowed items away before they come in or the drivers knock on to tell you what they want to do. Was sat back dozing and half checking on here on Saturday evening just as it was going dark when someone knocked so I turned my phone on silent then waited a minute, no one came up the steps so I went to the window to have a look about and there was no one to be seen anywhere. This freaks me out as the box has windows all the way around and being in the middle of a sidings there's not really anywhere someone could hide without me seeing either.

Text my cousin who used to work here and he said he'd had times where he'd had someone knock on the door but no one was there and one night when it was quiet he turned all the lights off to get a power nap in and heard someone breathing in here.

No need!

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Well it's been 17 months now, someone must have some more scary stories and odd places to report on???

Best I've got is the signalbox I work in currently, whenever we get a manager visit they usually knock on the wall as they walk down the side of the box as a kind of warning to put your phone/radio/other not allowed items away before they come in or the drivers knock on to tell you what they want to do. Was sat back dozing and half checking on here on Saturday evening just as it was going dark when someone knocked so I turned my phone on silent then waited a minute, no one came up the steps so I went to the window to have a look about and there was no one to be seen anywhere. This freaks me out as the box has windows all the way around and being in the middle of a sidings there's not really anywhere someone could hide without me seeing either.

Text my cousin who used to work here and he said he'd had times where he'd had someone knock on the door but no one was there and one night when it was quiet he turned all the lights off to get a power nap in and heard someone breathing in here.

No need!

That's creepy... You got curtains?

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was at my parents for Christmas with my sister and her husband. He was upstairs in the bathroom and everyone else was downstairs. He came back down looking a bit shaken and explained that he heard someone talking outside the bathroom quite clearly but when he looked there was no one there. He also said that he heard activity on the landing one night, footsteps up and down but again when he looked there was no one there.

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QUOTE (bikeperson45 @ Jun 23 2009, 08:20 PM)

Apparently my neighbours house is haunted, when her friend was staying she went upstairs and apparently saw a pale man wearing a hat quickly go into the bathroom and lock it. She asked my neighbour who the man upstairs was, and my neighbour was baffled, went upstairs and door was unlocked and no sign. Freakkkyy...

I was talking to guy at work about this thread yesterday, he told me a little story about his son.

Aparently when they moved house in 2001 in his sons room there was a big antique box left in the room, so they used it to keep all of his toys in. Every night my mate used to get woken up by his son screaming and he'd run in there to see whats up and his son would be sat on the end of the bed with the duvet over his head crying with all his toys thrown across the room, and every night the boy would say "She wants to play but she's scary" and he just thought he was going through a phase of bad dreams. The boy ended up sleeping with them and he was fine for a few weeks, then they put him back into his room and he started acting up again.

After a few months of this his dad was getting really tired so he ended up sleeping with him all the time, until one day a guy came round to visit his dad.

They were outside talking cars and this dude asked if he could go in for a leak, he went upstairs to the loo but as he did he heard crying from the bedroom opposite. He pushed the door open and saw a young girl at the window crying, not being one for kids he pulled the door too and went to the loo and then went back downstairs. He gets back and says to my mate "Who's the girl upstairs crying her eyes out then ?"

My mate only had a son, and he thought that was a bit weird (obviously) so he went upstairs to look and there was nothing, a few days later he got an investigator and a psychic in to the house and they were waking through the house until they got to the back garden and then the boys room upstairs when they started to go all funny and start talking of hokey pokery. They asked if any furniture was left in the house when they moved in, and there was the old chest in the boys room.

The investigator went away for a few days and came back with a few articles, it turns out two children were tortured raped and killed then dismembered by a man and a women escaped from the mental home (Park Prewett in Basingstoke). The boy that was killed was buried in the back garden in coal bags and the girl was found dismembered and in coal bags in a box in an upstairs room.

The psychic advised burning the furniture to release the spirits, my mates not into spirits and that sought of thing but he burned the box in the back garden and since then his sons never had a problem sleeping.

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This has f**king creeped me out.

I live a few hundred yards from the house of a lady who was murdered there. Google. Long story cut short she was found dead at home in early January with stab wounds and a blow to the head. No signs of forced entry etc. Killer made his way along the river path and into the town centre where he attempted to take money from an ATM using her bank card but failed 'cause she gave him a fake pin number. Killer's never been found and I was home alone ill that day. Kinda scary to think he could have chosen my house.

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My house is the one at the bottom you can see the path that leads to hers at the top.

You said this twice...

Also that hotel story is pretty weird, don't know if I believe it or not.

Dave why don't you want to shut them?

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Was always intrigued by these things when i was a kid, now i think they're cool to hear and read about but think they aren't real. I only think that because i like science now. With an increasing population of 6 billion it's not surprising loads of stuff has happened coincidentally. I'm in no way calling people liars, and would totally be up for changing my mind if something like this happened to me, i just can't (not won't) comprehend it. Even if, like i said before, it's real cool hearing about this stuff.

I've recently been walking in some dark country roads, wanting to go into the woods, but it's always real muddy. I've found if you've got headphones on, you don't sketch out, even with some trippy music.

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Come to think of it, it's pretty shit mind you, me and a friend broke into an old building which hadn't been lived in for a while. It had big rooms, no electricity and all that was left in the one lit up (by daylight) was them oldschool chairs and a massive CRT TV (kinda odd to leave that stuff). We had a smoke in there and we both heard some knocking downstairs. I went to have a look, there was some stairs and it was pitch black down where the noise came from, so obviously being a stoner i was like "nah fook that", sat back down and carried on. We heard it again, and i can't remember how long we waited but it both starting sketching us right out, and it was a definite knocking sound. Yeah we ended up breaking outta there and running across the field laughing. Was about 7/8 years ago.

I got another shit one. Funny how you remember things when reading about other peoples stuff.

We were like 15 and staying in my friend's tent in his garden, haha. Anyhow, we knew we heard some banging in the middle of the night, turns out somebody stole the mower from the shed while we were right next to it.

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Remembered one that proper creeps me out, but i'm still cool with it.

I've never spoke to my friends who i grew up with about it, because i always forget. I can't remember how old i was, but some of my friends are 4 years older than me.

There was this retirement caravan park down my road, this old guy used to go out for walks and if he saw us, he'd give us sweets. I don't remember his name, but everyone thought he was cool. I remember my parents saying, don't talk to him, but why the hell not i'd think. I think cause he lived on the edge of the park next to the field we'd walk down to skip out half the village, we knew where he lived. I remember one day i was bored and i knew it was rude at the time, but i said screw it, and knocked on his door. I remember vaguely remember saying nothing but "can i have some sweets". I think he said that he didn't have much but gave me one of them shitty 10p ice pops. Weirds me out today for obvious reasons.

A few years ago i used to be a postman. There was an old dude with a black labrador, nice enough guy, couldn't walk without his stick. He said to me one day, "i used to take pictures of the kids playing and give them the pictures, but the parents don't let me anymore". He also made out that he knew why and seemed generally disappointed by it. I can't remember what i said, but i generally wasn't fussed as i wanted to finish the job and go ride. Being a postman you got to learn how allot of people lived and what allot of people are like.

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This has f**king creeped me out.

You said this twice...

Also that hotel story is pretty weird, don't know if I believe it or not.

Dave why don't you want to shut them?

On the off chance that one day when I do hear a knock something shit you pants scary is behind them.

Also need em open to see the trains!

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On the off chance that one day when I do hear a knock something shit you pants scary is behind them.

Also need em open to see the trains!

Oh haha fair enough, I'd probably invest in lights that light up all the bits outside the windows so nobody will be able to jump out unless they break a bulb (cue the day the bulbs life runs out and you shit yourself).

But that's only because I'm paranoid about things like that haha, at night/dark places I get creeped out when a mate or my fiancée will suddenly tell me to shhh and they listen to something. I rely on sight mainly, which is why the dark is shit for me :P

Oh god, people will probably play pranks on me at radfest now knowing that...

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At my old house, about 14 years ago now, my sister was about 6 or 7 at the time and I was 3. She would complain and freak out saying that she heard and saw a man in a suit and leather shoes walk down the stairs every night. And after we had moved houses we found out that the previous owner of that house had died (an old man)...

Weird. I only got told this through my parents & sister as I was too little to remember anything.

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Oh haha fair enough, I'd probably invest in lights that light up all the bits outside the windows so nobody will be able to jump out unless they break a bulb (cue the day the bulbs life runs out and you shit yourself).

But that's only because I'm paranoid about things like that haha, at night/dark places I get creeped out when a mate or my fiancée will suddenly tell me to shhh and they listen to something. I rely on sight mainly, which is why the dark is shit for me :P

Oh god, people will probably play pranks on me at radfest now knowing that...

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At my old house, about 14 years ago now, my sister was about 6 or 7 at the time and I was 3. She would complain and freak out saying that she heard and saw a man in a suit and leather shoes walk down the stairs every night. And after we had moved houses we found out that the previous owner of that house had died (an old man)...

Weird. I only got told this through my parents & sister as I was too little to remember anything.

I'm going to rustle your tent and make you freak out then when you turn around my balls will be hanging through the door with a scary face drawn on them

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I'm going to rustle your tent and make you freak out then when you turn around my balls will be hanging through the door with a scary face drawn on them

Yeah that'll work cause I won't hear it. And I won't see your dick cause it'll be too dark...... And too small.

Ha

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Ok so I'm currently tired as f**k after a hectic weekend, little sleep, work, football etc etc and I'm also a bit ill right now. Was reading this thread jamming on my bed, laptop up on my knees with my bedroom door (to the corridor) wide open but my laptop blocking my vision. Looked over it to look at the clock next to the door an BAM, there's a wierd old man standing in the door frame staring at me.

Shat my pants and almost threw my laptop at him, looked away, looked back and there's nothing there. Thinking about it, I'm pretty sure the it was a creepy bloke from a Midsummer Murders episode that scared the crap out of me when I was younger, mad how the brain can play tricks.

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The housing estate I live on was built on the site of an old Mental Isolation Hosptial. I can occasionally hear what sounds like a small boy screaming at around midnight, but when I look out to see what it is, there's never anything there.

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The housing estate I live on was built on the site of an old Mental Isolation Hosptial. I can occasionally hear what sounds like a small boy screaming at around midnight, but when I look out to see what it is, there's never anything there.

Probably got a child molester-er living on your street.

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Yeah, cats can make some weird noises fighting! There's a couple of old mental hospitals around here, one's been converted into flats that were all advertised elseware with no mention that they used to be an asylum, the other's still there and abandoned, used to go up there quite often, never had anything weird happen though and now it's getting to be so smashed up that it's pointless going there anymore.

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Went to an old iron mine in Lostwithiel (where I live), was able to get into it, climbing through brambles, nettles etc. Really f*cking cool inside!! Went about 20 meters into it then started to hear what sounded like men shouting, I got out. As amazing as it was and as much as I'd love to take a camera down there I will never go back there again.

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