Spooky Stories

[Parson Henry]

Spookiest Experience

As its Halloween I thought I would divert the Falmer Euphoria (not that I am not euphoric) to a topical thread.

What is your most spookiest experience? Have you seen a ghost? Been chased by the bogeyman in graveyard at midnight (or even a tube station)? Heard mysterious noises at the end of the garden? Been abducted by aliens?

Do tell all or do you want to wait for the witching hour!!!

 

[Bigtomfu]

My Grandad saw the nun that is supposed to roam in meeting house laine- Where the door way is bricked up opposite Silverado...

He saw her float down the laine with her feet missing- personally i attribute it all to the Navy Pint he was made to down five minutes before hand though..

 

[WATFORD zero]

On saturday night i was out with the wife & kids and we got chased through a maize field by zombies, had a chainsaw looney attack us when we were in a trailer on the back of a tractor, and had some witches jump out of a cottage we were walking through

and it only cost me £ 40 at Tulleys Farm

 

[Goodfella]

Dont know if any of you remember the old 'Vogue' cinema that was in the Lewes Road, well we had some carpet fitters in one night laying carpet on the stairs, the next day when i came in one of them said"Hey, that doorman of yours is a miserable old fart aint he?" so i said what doorman? they said, the one that was wandering around all night rattling the chains, we asked him several times for a cuppa, and the old git just ignored us. should of seen their faces when told that there was no such doorman.

 

[Bobby's Gull]

The pub where I work is supposed to be haunted ... an old landlord of the pub hanged himself at the bar... nice. Haven't seen anything though.

 

[Parson Henry]

Come on boys and girls this is Halloween. I am expecting a creepy old story relayed in the stye of Fraser from Dads Army.

 

[Meade's Ball]

I used to be a policeman. I had quite a relaxing job. Stern looks at apple-scrumpers and making kids clean their tags from the village's one bus-stop. There was that murder of the old post-master, i suppose, but that was driven by lust and the murderer hung herself, leaving a written admission of guilt on the chair from which she launched herself. Her neck was bleeding by the time i arrived and her eyelids bulged.
Anyway, i digress.
One late summer, i was asked to visit a Scottish island to investigate the disappearance of a local girl. Someone had read the article about my 99% successful arrest rate and decided i was the country's leading bobby. Little did they know. I arrived on a rickety boat that travelled once a day from the mainland. There was a cup on board to scoop out the sea-water that splashed and splooshed upon us as we huddled together for warmth and mutual arousal. Theyd put me up in an inn. I'd not stayed in one before. There were heads on the walls. Anything with antlers. The eyes followed me into bed and watched me as i slept. Like a fairy godmother moose who had designs on my body. I dreamt of a warthog that night. It chased me and made me pledge allegiance to the Emperor of Wild Pigs. I wore horns and an apron and swept the sty of one of his wives.
I awoke that next morning, a little damp from sweat, and ate a huge breakfast. Waffles. Eggs. Bacon. 3 slices of granary toast. Some sort of meat that looked like a snout. And many, many beans. It was served to me by a woman who seemed to only walk backwards. Not sure if her knees were the wrong way round or not. Her hands looked clean though, so i wasn't about to complain. I wiped my mouth on the brown curtain that separated the kitchen from the dining room. As the filthy fabric pulled to one side, i saw a donkey being pulled into what looked like a freezer. It wasn't happy and there appeared to be asparagus sticks in its nostrils.
I'm not the RSPCA, as you know, so i left it. I feel guilty, of course, but i like to think that the £2 a month i pay to a St Mallard's Mule Sanctuary goes some way to making amends for my inaction.

I met many people that day. A man so stricken by grief that he had refused to speak unless God or the Devil returned his wife to him in one piece. This was unlikely as she had been dismantled by a falling overhead fan. A fan her husband had intended to fix that day, just as he had everyday for the previous 6 months.



I've just bored myself with that and have no idea where i'm going with it. Sorry.
Hope everyone enjoys Halloween nonetheless.

 

[SK1NT]

Dont know if any of you remember the old 'Vogue' cinema that was in the Lewes Road, well we had some carpet fitters in one night laying carpet on the stairs, the next day when i came in one of them said"Hey, that doorman of yours is a miserable old fart aint he?" so i said what doorman? they said, the one that was wandering around all night rattling the chains, we asked him several times for a cuppa, and the old git just ignored us. should of seen their faces when told that there was no such doorman.

thats spooky. Wish i could have seen their faces.

 

[Easy 10]

Certainly didn't bore me with it MB. Your surreal tales and elegant prose have me in raptures, and make Mondays that little bit more bearable.

 

[Trufflehound]

I am expecting a creepy old stiry ...

My mum warned me never to talk to creepy old stirys.

 

[m.c.hamster]

On the A27 between Shoreham and Lancing there is a lady dressed in a flowing white dress who appears on the side by Slonk Hill. Of course she only appears late at night (post midnight) and invariably you will be travelling alone in the westbound carriage way when you see her.
She is thought to be the a murder victim from the 17th Century whose grave was disturbed when the new bypass was built in the 1960's.
There is a story that she was once standing in the middle of the road and was hit by a car. The car screeched to a halt and the driver got out and ran back to where she had been and he found no trace of the lady.
When he turned back his car was gone!!
He ran down the A27 towrads the Adur bridge and could see a car in the distance. He ran to this car and found all the lights on, the doors open, and the stereo at full blast. It was of course his own car with blood on the bonnet.

I know the male who told me this story but he never tells it in public as no-one believes him. But I do as I have seen the White Lady.........but I rarely mention it as there are too many sceptics.

 

[Bigtomfu]

On the A27 between Shoreham and Lancing there is a lady dressed in a flowing white dress who appears on the side by Slonk Hill. Of course she only appears late at night (post midnight) and invariably you will be travelling alone in the westbound carriage way when you see her.
She is thought to be the a murder victim from the 17th Century whose grave was disturbed when the new bypass was built in the 1960's.
There is a story that she was once standing in the middle of the road and was hit by a car. The car screeched to a halt and the driver got out and ran back to where she had been and he found no trace of the lady.
When he turned back his car was gone!!
He ran down the A27 towrads the Adur bridge and could see a car in the distance. He ran to this car and found all the lights on, the doors open, and the stereo at full blast. It was of course his own car with blood on the bonnet.

I know the male who told me this story but he never tells it in public as no-one believes him. But I do as I have seen the White Lady.........but I rarely mention it as there are too many sceptics.

Have heard that as an urban myth but who knows....

 

[SK1NT]

On the A27 between Shoreham and Lancing there is a lady dressed in a flowing white dress who appears on the side by Slonk Hill. Of course she only appears late at night (post midnight) and invariably you will be travelling alone in the westbound carriage way when you see her.
She is thought to be the a murder victim from the 17th Century whose grave was disturbed when the new bypass was built in the 1960's.
There is a story that she was once standing in the middle of the road and was hit by a car. The car screeched to a halt and the driver got out and ran back to where she had been and he found no trace of the lady.
When he turned back his car was gone!!
He ran down the A27 towrads the Adur bridge and could see a car in the distance. He ran to this car and found all the lights on, the doors open, and the stereo at full blast. It was of course his own car with blood on the bonnet.

I know the male who told me this story but he never tells it in public as no-one believes him. But I do as I have seen the White Lady.........but I rarely mention it as there are too many sceptics.

i use to drive that route a lot late at night as my x x x x girlfriend lives in port slade and i lived in Worthing and i never saw anything. Would shit my pants big time if i did.

Dont believe in ghosts anyway, but good listening to the mentally unbalenced people explain their stories.

 

[Parson Henry]

Certainly didn't bore me with it MB. Your surreal tales and elegant prose have me in raptures, and make Mondays that little bit more bearable.

Come on Easy you must have a spooky thing or two up your sleeeve.

 

[Parson Henry]

Certainly didn't bore me with it MB. Your surreal tales and elegant prose have me in raptures, and make Mondays that little bit more bearable.

Come on Easy you must have a spooky thing or two up your sleeve.

 

[Parson Henry]

Come on Easy you must have a spooky thing or two up your sleeve.

Oh crikey!!! I only pressed the submit buttonm once.

 

[SULLY COULDNT SHOOT]

Used to live in Belgrave Place in Kemptown. Place was haunted by some 1930s guy who used to appear holding a glass of champagne on the second floor. More personal though was that we had an exorcism in our house for a particularly violent ghost of an alsation. Sat in on it as my parents were into all that stuff. Didn't see or hear anything except just when it was finishing heard this sound which sounded like two halves of a cocunut being clapped together twice. The medium's guide was supposedly an indian boy and I am told that the sound of dried hands clapping sounds not unlike two coconut shells......

 

[Meade's Ball]

Oh crikey!!! I only pressed the submit buttonm once.

You have a haunted keyboard. The poltergeist in question seems to be a foul-mouthed racist too, having read some of your other posts today!



I was once haunted by the spirit of Delbert Wilkins. Crucial.

 

[Croydonbloke]

Spookiest Experience

As its Halloween I thought I would divert the Falmer Euphoria (not that I am not euphoric) to a topical thread.

What is your most spookiest experience? Have you seen a ghost? Been chased by the bogeyman in graveyard at midnight (or even a tube station)? Heard mysterious noises at the end of the garden? Been abducted by aliens?

Do tell all or do you want to wait for the witching hour!!!

I don`t believe in spooky things and Haloween nonsense but McShanes goal really put the shits up me.

 

[Lush]

I once ran one of those temporary charity shops in a really old Tudor fronted shop in Middleton, Greater Manchester.

We needed some storage space so three of us decided to venture down into the cellar, not very confidently holding one of those tiny keyring torches in front as it was all we had to see by.

One behind the other, we trooped slowly down the dozen or so stairs, reached the bottom and shone our tiny light nervously into the cellar.

Then, from a corner of the room, we heard what sounded like a groan.

I tell you it was just like a scene from Scooby Doo. We all shouted variations of YOICKES!! and pelted back up the stairs, legs going nineteen to the dozen. We slammed the door shut and never mentioned the cellar again.

Still don't believe in ghosts though.