Ghost stories...

Anybody got any? Not saying I believe in them or not but…

When I was about sixteen I broke my leg really badly. I was on traction for weeks in an isolation hospital out on the moors, somewhere round Scout Dyke. Most of the lads in there were long-timers having lost legs in bike accidents. What with those old Victorian radiators, and my bed being next to one, it was red hot on the ward.

Anyway, one night I woke up absolutely freezing in a way it’s hard to describe. It was like I could feel my own skeleton. I was laying on my back staring at the ceiling. I never saw anything in what follows but I could feel something on the right side of the bed. This presence moved to look over me. I couldn’t move or say a word. It moved away from the bed and went forward and away. As it moved, I could feel the warmth sort of flooding back into me.

Next morning I mentioned it to one of the lads who wasn’t surprised as the place was meant to be haunted and quite a few had similar experiences.

Weird stuff.

 

Sounds like Sleep paralysis to me.

 

Probably Peg Leg

 

Stanhope Hospital

 

While we're at it I wonder if it was anyone on here that broke my leg. I was goalkeeper playing for a Youth club team.

 

The legend of peg leg lives on!

 

We were talking about that other day. Suprising what teachers get up to after two bottles of vin rouge.

 

I’ve had sleep paralysis a lot in the past but never felt cold with it.

 

http://www.workhouses.org.uk/Penistone/

 

I think it must have been Stanhope although I can't be sure. It seemed a very small place. I remember the ambulance taking me down into a dip or valley where it was.

Never had sleep paralysis before or since as far as I know. I always remember it though because it was a cold I can't describe - like I was in a deep freeze

 

Or someone messing with the thermostat

 

Tregenna Castle in St Ives, Cornwall. Went there as a child with my parents and an uncle & aunt. I was probably about 10. We stayed in one of the self-catering cottages away from the main castle/hotel, it was probably a couple of hundred years old.

I was staying with my aunt & uncle one night while my parents went for a night on the town together. I was falling asleep, I heard the most shrill, painful scream I have ever heard before or since. It made me jump up in bed in a panic, then throw myself back down with the duvet on top of me for the rest of the night. I thought I must have kind of dreamt it as I was in that stage between wake and sleep, so I didn't mention it the next morning through embarrassment.

Anyway, I got up and made my way to the breakfast table the next morning and my mum asks why my aunt was out of bed looking out of the window at 2am. She had waved at them as they came stumbling back to the cottage apparently. My aunt furiously denied this, saying she'd been in bed all night. My dad saw it too though.

We went to have a look at the window, and realised it wasn't even possible for it to have been my aunt. The window was low down and small, and anyone fully framed by it could have been no taller than about 4ft. My aunt is almost 6ft.

My parents saw this person at the exact same time I heard the scream.

Absolute shivers.

When we were leaving and went to drop the keys off at the main reception, my dad asked if anyone else had reported strange goings on in the cottage. Management's answer was "literally everyone".

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Unrelated: I once heard that 3 or 4 different consecutive caretakers quit their job at the old Darfield Valley Primary School because of ghosts. This was the old building before the new Carrilion build about 10-15 years ago. Not sure if there's any truth to it, but was an interesting one I heard.

 

Several pints of Bass have a similar effect on me....

 

Saw paddy mccourt ghost past 6 players turning them inside out v boro a few years ago and notch. Quality.

 

This happened New Years Day early morning about 2 am. My daughter had been working at the Engineers pub at Higham for a bit of extra cash for Uni, New Years Eve, and I was to pick her up, so I didn't have anything to drink as I knew I'd be driving.
I pick her up and head up through the village. It was a cold, clear night and we were talking about her shift at the pub. We.d gone about 5 - 600 yards up the road when I slammed on the brakes. In front of us, crossing the road was what appeared to be a dark man like shape gliding across the road. It paused to stare at us briefly and the continued across the road to the houses on the other side where we watched it disappear. During the crossing we couldn't make out any visual features but from its dress I'd guess it was a monk or some such from times gone. There was an "other worldly" feeling to the whole incident which I can remember now (goose bumps) and I said "Did you just see what I saw?" and, equally shocked said that she had. When we got home we wrote down what happened without further consultation and the two accounts agreed : we saw something in the road at Higham that night which we can't explain.
Was it a ghost ie spirit of a dead person? No. I don't believe in the supernatural but I can't explain it.

 

Probably someone on their way home after a night out celebrating NYE.

 

I am convinced a house where i lived in Grimethorpe was haunted.I never saw anything just strange happenings.We ended up getting the vicar to bless it,but we eventually moved out.

 

Just found this.

https://www.tapatalk.com/groups/supernaturalearth/viewtopic.php?t=1141