It's that time of year when I start to run upstairs after I've turned off the downstairs lights. I've been using the torch on my mobile on a morning until I've switched the dining room light on and checking down side of the bed lol. Is it a darkness thing? I don't give things that go bump in the night a second thought until the autumn/winter months. I don't think it helped watching that Scotland documentary on ITV last night just before bed . Anybody got any spooky tales?
It's likely a evolutionary thing for us to fear the dark. I get where you are coming from, I've been downstairs I thebkiddle of the night and find myself frozen with fear at a shadow before the rational part of my brain takes over.
That's another thing. When I was a kid I was scared of going upstairs to bed. I still don't like being upstairs on my own even now. What is it about upstairs that's scary? Also why is downstairs scary at night but not during the day?
Can see why baby George is playing up at night, he's inherited your phobia of the dark! I quite like the cosy nights, it's waking up and going out the house in the dark that's depressing!
That pnew new to me I have to say. What I find is if I'm downstairs on my own watching tv with no lights on I'm fine and I'll happily just turn off the tv and go to bed. But if I get up in the night and go down for a drink I can on occasion find myself apprehensive, it makes no rational sense!
Likewise, 3 things I was very scared of as a young kid, upstairs, the loft and thunder / lightening. I love all 3 now. I could live in the loft, by myself, with my books and music. Even in my late teens / early 20's I hated going upstairs / running back downstairs, but I think that is down to the very bad atmosphere in the house we lived. I always got a sense for places ..... On my travels with work in recent years I would still choose a modern hotel over an old one where possible.
After finishing uni I dossed around Europe for 6 months. I often kipped in cemeteries as they were quiet. Hardcore me...
I would walk nearly 3 miles home from a favourite pub when younger, than walk through the cemetery which would have been less than a mile. Soft as a soft thing, me.
I used to hop over the cemetery gates on my way back from the Longbow on a Friday night just to feel the heeby jeebies. I was a bit weird back then.
Funny isn't it that Derek Acorah hasn't been back to let us know what is going on "on the other side"
There was a thread on here a short while back where I recounted my experiences with the "paranormal" and sleep paralysis. I stopped experiencing it, then almost immediately after I made the post, I've been getting sleep paralysis almost nightly again. ******* terrifying...
I was terrified in the Shoulder of Mutton in York. We stayed for two nights. Laura slept like a baby but I felt the room was eerie. We had an ensuite bathroom but it was along a passage way next to the bed. There was no door to the passage way. That creeped me out too.
I once walked through Barnsley cemetery late at night but halfway across there was a green light and I saw a skeleton in a grave playing a piano! When I plucked up courage to ask him (her) what he was doing he swivelled his head round to look at me and said 'decomposing'.