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I've read Nordle's story somewhere before. I was creeped out then and I'm creeped out now.
Still the best I've read so far though.

I got to say this is one of my fav threads. I thought I'd share my own experience which I have to say is happening at present in our bungalow. When we first moved into our bungalow two years ago at first you'd always get the impression someone was staring at you from the kitchen as it backs on to the front room. It was unnerving at times and could be pretty intense feeling. We also went through loads of light bulds as the lights would turn there self off and on in the kitchen and the light bulds would just go. I put it down to poor wiring in there and fitted new fuse box, wiring, switches and light etc. still happens though...

Next one was a couple a weeks ago my printer just started printing blank pages off, now the odd bit was it wasn't even turned on. To say it baffled me is a understatement, I just Stood there. Staring at first as don't think my brain could compute it.

The most recent one was I sat at home just browsing the net a couple of nights ago when the kitchen tap just explode in to life. I mean the thing went from not being on to being on full. I walked into the kitchen to turn it of and God it sent shivers down my spine

I got to say this though I have never felt any nasty or evil intent. I'm not a big believe or anything and these are just a couple of long list of events, doors flying open etc. I always look for rational explanations and still not a 100% convinced it's a ghost or something. Now my sisterinlaw is a medium or whatever she calls her self and reckons its a old lady who owned the house before we lived here. She reckons she does it to me because she wants me to Acknowledge she's still here lol. My wife only has seen things happen when I'm at home and when away fishing etc has never experienced a single thing and not a single thing has ever happen when my kids are about lol. its always felt warm and never scary as well, just a bit freaky.

Make of it as you will as still deciding myself

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mr claypole at work again

Mate I got to say I'm still not a true believer and up till this point thought that anything that goes bump in the night was a load of old b@llux. I never in my life experience anything to make me remotely think there is anything out there and I've not lived a sheltered life. I'm not a great one with a pen or writing stories and I can safely say I'd fish any where on my own. There's people that know me on here and i think i can safely say that vouch for me that I am not feeble minded or easily impressioned as well.

I'm undecided about it all myself as its all easily explained away.

Now my misses thinks its Hirlarious as she in to all that stuff and I've taken the piss out of her for years

I posted this a while ago in another thread, but seems a bit apt for this.
This one is not Lake related but is 100% true.

Many many years ago I moved into a flat with a girlfriend. The flat turned out to have OTHER residents.
We would often see shaddows or a figure moving down the hallway. The misses was terrified but i was facinated. One evening i'm in the bathroom picking a zit in the mirror when someone laughed loudly in my ear as if they were stading right next to me. I bricked it!! There was nobody eles about.
There was one room that was colder than the rest, a little box room. It always put the hebejeebees up me when i went in there. The misses decided she was going to turn it into a spare room. Anyways, when it was finished we were in the room, about to get down to some jiggy when a loud voice Growled..AND I MEAN GROWLED her name! We absolutly shat it!!
Most would say thats enough to move out, but we stayed because I guess we knew things were very strange but so far it was only a case of "did you see/hear that?"
Anyways, we had a party and a few m8's over. We had told them what we had seen/heard and someone suggested a ouija board. So we set one up. after that thing got a little wierd. The glass was moving like crazy and kept spelling out Devil and Kill. I have to admit it got a bit hysterical at this point. everyone was shyting it. We asked it what it wanted and it kept spelling TO KILL and the glass was dashing over to my misses. She was in tears. anyways. the ONLY two people with fingers on the glass were me and the misses. everyone else backed off. he glass was going mental!! still spelling out the same things.
I Know I wasnt pushing it and I'm damn sure she wasnt. by this stage she was proper hysterical, so we closed the board down released the spirit out the window, smashed the glass and burnt the board.(supposedly the way to end a session properly)
We saw lots of odd things in that flat. Things moved. The salt celler would move by itself across the work top infront of a room full of people. TV would switch on and off.
Anyways oneday we get a knock at the door and it's the previous tennant hunting some lost mail.
So we asked him "anything strange about this flat when you lived here?" He laughed and said "That was the reason I moved out"

I moved south and ended up living in two other haunted houses. Events in both witnessed by others.
I consider myslef to be a logical person, so I do look at things that happen with skeptisism and try to find a logical rational reason, but sometimes when you have exhausted the logical/rational, the only thing left is the impossible/unbelievable

...and in at number 93 comes the funniest film I have ever seen...!

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i went to the cinema to see it Ken and i can assure i wasnt laughing when i left .............at first i thought it was quite simply rubbish but it did affect my subconsious mind , i had dream after dream , some of them quite terrifing , i can honestly say that film creeped me right out .

as i said before , i dont believe , i am a dyed in the wool sceptic but i do believe that some people as predisposed or sensitive to parnormal behaviour , conduits if you like ............and i am not calling anyone a tube before someone takes offense .

Good thread chaps , some good reading on here , now 4 hours into a 12 hour nightshift and i am not going outside again !!
as the building i work in is on top of an old gypsy burial site !!
cheers,
Paddy.

Hi, this is a nice story about a ghost. It's called the Ghostly Caretaker:

Jack Cartwright (his real name and he lives 10 The Dingles, Bundelsey Rise, Birmingham BM4 5TG Mobile - 07985647235 Home - 0181457961 Work - 01816780946 you can go and ask him about it if you want to 24 hours a day without prior arrangement) and his wife June and their two children Alan 11, and Melissa, 13, had been on a camping holiday in the West Country, but unfortunately everything had gone wrong. The weather had been appalling and as a result the whole family had caught colds. Their misery was complete when the previous night vandals had visited their camp site and caused considerable damage, including slitting the Cartwrights' tent (I thought stuff like this only happened on Merseyside). When the electrics on their normally reliable car had started to fail, Jack and June decided to cut short their holiday and return to their home in South Yorkshire.

Packing up their equipment, they set off home. Their long journey was broken several times by the necessity to make repairs to the car. Darkness began to descend quickly as rainfilled clouds turned the sky to a menacing black void. Before long, the family ran into a ferocious thunderstorm. Driving with difficulty through torrential rain while thunder and lightning crashed overhead, jack found himself in a narrow West Country lane, realising that he had missed the turning that would have brought him back on to the main road. By now it was dark, they were obviously lost and their headlights had begun to fail. Their only hope was to find a farmhouse where a friendly farmer might be able to offer them shelter for the night.

As they began to despair, their son noticed a railway station sign. peering through the pouring rain Jack saw a post with an old weather-stained sign hanging from it. As they drive towards their refuge, they found themselves in a large station yard, now overgrown with weeds and bramble bushes and obviously derelict. Like so many abandoned branch-line properties, the dereliction was complete.

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The storm had now passed its zenith and although the rain was still pouring down, the Cartwright family felt relieved at finding some sort of shelter. Jack drove the car as near as he could towards the station building and switching off the the faltering engine. He took a torch with him, left the car and entered the old building. After what seemed an age, Jack appeared out of the gloom and got back into the car.

"I've had a good look round, June," he said. "The roof seems sound and I think I can force one of the windows and get in. It's a bit of a mess but at least we can be warm and dry in our sleeping-bags."

When they reached the building, Jack shone his torch through a broken window illuminating the interior of what evidently had been the booking office. The floor was covered with the rubbish of years, but the place seemed dry and the family's spirits rose. Jack went back to the car for a screwdriver with which he prised open a rotting window.

The family moved in everything they needed to make their stay as comfortable as possible. June lit their camping lamp which cast weird shadows around the room. After a meal, Jack suggested a walk to explore their surroundings. They found a long platform and the remains of a goods shed. The track-bed was weed-ridden and strewn with rubbish. A sense of abandonment overhung the once proud station. Picking their way through the rubble, the Cartwrights concluded their exploration, although they had no idea of where they were.

As the children walked ahead, Jack and his wife agreed that they could sense a strange atmosphere, something eerie and unpleasant. The children then ran back excitedly to them.

"There's a light in one of the rooms and we've heard voices," said Melissa.

Their father told them that as they were the only people present in the deserted station, it was not possible to see or hear such things. The children, however, were persistent and led the way round to the side of the building, stopping at what had probably been a small parcels office. Peering through the filthy window, they saw an empty room littered with small rubble, several pieces of broken dust-covered chairs and an old table, but no sign of life. Jack looked at the children.

"But this is the place, Dad," said Melissa. "There was a light like an old oil lamp giving a yellow glow, and we heard voices, too."

Jack believed that they could not be imagining it.

"I know," he said. "Let's see if we can get in from the inside as this door is either seized up or securely locked."

Jack fetched his torch and screw-driver, then climbed through the window, struggling to avoid the broken glass. Marking his way carefully to the door that would give entry to the parcels office, he shone his torch around him. Only dust and rubble showed the years of disuse. Nothing stirred.

After much effort, Jack succeeded in prising open the door with his screw-driver. He shone the torch around the room before entering. No footmarks disturbed the dust, cobwebs hung like festoons and a strange musty smell pervaded the atmosphere. Suddenly he became aware of an eerie feeling, as though he was being watched. Nervously, he stepped into the room and walked around, crunching the broken plaster that had fallen from the crumbling ceiling. There was no one in the room and no oil lamp, but a strange smell pervaded the air. He left the room and was about to close the door behind him when he was hit in the back by the door itself slamming shut.

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He turned and tried to open the door again, but it was impossible to do so. Feeling frightened by his experience, he was relieved to return to his family in the booking office.

Half an hour later, the Cartwright family were in their sleeping-bags, each of them uneasy and bewildered by the strange events. The old building creaked occasionally, but apart from that and the occasional rumble of distant thunder, there was silence.

At about 2am, however, Jack woke with a start. He could distinctly hear voices which seemed to be coming from the parcels office next door. Quickly putting on some clothes, he decided to investigate.

He tried the door to the parcels office, but it seemed to be locked tightly. The voices were now audible, obviously coming from the room. Jack was determined to solve the mystery. Putting his shoulder to the door, he found to his amazement that it opened easily. Looking inside, he was aware of a misty atmosphere and a figure sitting in a chair at a desk. The voices had stopped now but an illuminating mist seemed to fill the room with a white incandescent glow. The shape of the figure at the desk was vague, but distinctly human. He seemed to be poring over some papers and the room itself appeared to be tidier than when he had visitied it earlier. It was as if Jack had stepped back in time to the scene of an earlier age. Suddenly, the figure seemed to be aware of Jack's presence and turned towards him, as if to ask what he wanted. Jack could see the face now, that of an elderly man with a deeply wrinkled face and steel-framed glasses. His face was gentle and benign. As Jack took a step towards the figure the mist suddenly cleared and the figure disappeared. Abruptly, Jack found himself in darkness. He switched on his torch and found himself alone in the office. He was about to shut the door when again an inexplicable force on the other side pushed it firmly shut. Jack again tried the handle, but the door was locked. Totally mystified by experience, he crept back to the booking hall and tried to sleep.

In the morning, Jack related his experiences to his wife who listened sympathetically but reassured him that it must have been a nightmare. As they prepared to leave and resume their homeward journey, Jack decided to take a last look around the parcels office. Gingerly opening the door, which gave way easily he saw the festoons of cobwebs, litter and crumbling plaster, exactly as before. Satisfied, he gently pulled the door, which closed easily behind him. With a final look back at the station buildings, Jack drove away from the scene of his mysterious experience.

The family's first stop at a garage for a minor repair led Jack into conversation with the proprietor. He told him about their ruined holiday and where they had spent the previous night, although he did not reveal his unusual experience.

The proprietor listened, then said, "You're a braver man than I am, mister. That station is supposed to be haunted by old Garrity who was that porter there in the old days, and not many people go near it in daylight, never mind after dark."

Jack laughed. "Well, he didn't bother me. Perhaps we were lucky."

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i would have built houses from my backside had that happened to me just reading that i was feeling a bit strange but i will say that is a great read mate ...and just for the record i do believe in these sort of things but thats down to this.......

the strangest thing i had was when i fished a small water last year in the middle of nowhere in essex it was a small water which i had never fished before and only went there for a 36hrs session , when i arrived there were a couple of guys fishing . i found a corner with a few showing fish away from these guys but still in sight of them and set up. as the evening came these guys left and there i was alone which i loved, the lake to myself. as dark fell i had a couple of fish to 12lbs and knew i was in for a good night . it got to around 1 in the morning and i could hear a couple of voices ?? now its in the middle of nowhere and theres nothing there except the lake and im the only one on it. my sences were on an all time high the voices went and within a few min i was settled down. then went to my bag for the night i was laying there thinking about life as you do and this church bell started to ring out now it went on and on for what seemed like ages and was very loud and everything felt very strange you could of heard a pin drop before the bells started now i didnt see anything but i didnt like this feeling the hairs on the back of my neck were standing up something just didnt feel right if that makes sence..........first light i had made my mind up i was leaving, first light came and as i made my way to the van i passed a couple of guys coming on to the lake they ask me how i got on and my reply was had a few mate but the church bells done my head in, they seemed to go on for ages and the the guys replied what church there isnt a church near here for miles

i never returned that was enough for me

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Sound can travel long distances in the right circumstances.

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Good story there adder really enjoyed it

In reply to Post #1375
yeah your right mate, ive fished alot of places on my own but that was a weird place