Well, There was 8 of us, we decided we would go to a local spot called Newlands Corner to chill out, there was 2 cars. As we parked up and turned are headlights off we noticed a red glow in the distance, not thinking anything of it we all got out the cars and walked down the hillside.
Me and my mate Dan decided we would walk further than everyone else, we approached a path. the path stretched for a few miles so we decided we would walk down it a little bit.
While we was walking down the path we heard the noise of a dog yelping, it got close and close and closer till one point when it felt like it was right in front of us. as soon as it approached us we felt the rush of air go past us and the yelping still going on, but at this point we didn't see anything, r torches were on but nothing approached us.
Anyways we carried on walking and i pulled my mobile phone out to record just incase something else happened, which it did.
22:32pm: Heard sneezing coming from a tree, when we approached, nothing was there.
22:34pm: heard footsteps walk past us, but no-one was there
22:36pm: heard crackling right in front of us and saw twigs moving, but no-one was there.
22:38pm: footsteps as if running heard coming from behind us, but no-one was there.
Times all taken off mobile.
The bit that really creeped us out was the fact we looked into the distance and we swore we could see 5 bodies hanging from a tree, all in height order, as we approached the bodies were gone.
At this point we were scared, so we ran back down the path and heard the running footsteps again, we approached are mates again and shouted run, they all stood up and pelted it back to the cars. as soon as i got in that drivers seat with everyone in the car and drove off immediately. when we arrived home, me and Dan researched to see if it had background, in which it did. The Story :
500 Years ago a family with there dog was walking down the path, thugs from the local town were lying in wait in the woods to. seeing the family they arose from the woods and pounced on the family, The dog ran yelping while 2 of the thugs chased it (sorta ties in with the sounds and recordings) the family was then tied up and in height order hung from the Fensing tree in, the thugs then ran away (hence the sound again)and the dog was silenced, one of the blokes went aside into woods where he pulled the ladies handkerchief who was hanging and sneezed on it while saying the words ''To Hell We Go''.
At this point me and my mates have never gone back down there.
Sent in by Hunter, Copyright 2011
Saturday, June 11, 2011
Friday, June 3, 2011
Footsteps Down The Stairs
I will never forget this for as long as I live... Ok. About a week ago, I was babysitting for my neighbors. It was around 11:00 pm. I was tired, but I wanted to wait for the baby's parents to come home, (at around 12:30.) I started watching a movie after I put the baby to sleep in her room. I started to have that strange feeling that I was being watched. I figured that it was my imagination again, so I ignored the feeling. Then I heard a loud thump. I ran up the stairs to see if the baby was all right, and of course, little Cassie was sound asleep in her crib. I stared off into space for a while. I didn't know what to do.
I had no idea where the sound came from, and I didn't want to go out of Cassie's room. I went over to the bedroom door and cracked it open. Nothing was there. I slowly made my way to the stairs. I crept down them, listening for anymore sounds, but nothing was heard. As soon as I got to the bottom, I went back to the couch. It was 11:35. I relaxed myself, and dozed off for twenty minutes.
When I woke up, I heard creaking. Now, I had been in this house before, and the only part of the house that creaked like that was the attic ladder. I was angry/horrified and I wanted to find out what was going on, and yet I wanted to get out of that house as soon as I could. I couldn't leave the baby. So, I walked back up the stairs, and over to the attic door. I grabbed a flashlight out of the drawer of the table in the hall. I pulled down the ladder. I looked and looked, and of course, nothing there. Then, I heard something. I slowly came down the ladder and walked toward the stairs.
As I got closer, the sounds became more clear. I stood at the top of the stairs, and realized that what I heard were footsteps. Coming up the stairs. I froze. I could feel something breathing in my face. Then, it grabbed my ankles and started dragging me toward the attic. I struggled, and when I was almost pulled up the ladder, the grip released, and I fell. I jumped up and ran toward the baby's room, but just as I was almost to the door, I was pushed from the right. Hard. Down the stairs. When it pushed me, I hit the stairs halfway down, and tumbled down from there.
The parents walked in and I was on the floor, a sharp pain in my left arm. The mother ran to me, and the father ran up to get the baby. I tried yelling for him not to go up there, but I was still shocked. I told them exactly what happened, and surprisingly, they believed me, (after a few minutes of questions and searching around the house.) They moved not too long after. If you find that you don't believe my story, fine. But I still have the bruises around my ankles, on my forehead, and my broken arm to remember it by.
Sent in by Emily
I had no idea where the sound came from, and I didn't want to go out of Cassie's room. I went over to the bedroom door and cracked it open. Nothing was there. I slowly made my way to the stairs. I crept down them, listening for anymore sounds, but nothing was heard. As soon as I got to the bottom, I went back to the couch. It was 11:35. I relaxed myself, and dozed off for twenty minutes.
When I woke up, I heard creaking. Now, I had been in this house before, and the only part of the house that creaked like that was the attic ladder. I was angry/horrified and I wanted to find out what was going on, and yet I wanted to get out of that house as soon as I could. I couldn't leave the baby. So, I walked back up the stairs, and over to the attic door. I grabbed a flashlight out of the drawer of the table in the hall. I pulled down the ladder. I looked and looked, and of course, nothing there. Then, I heard something. I slowly came down the ladder and walked toward the stairs.
As I got closer, the sounds became more clear. I stood at the top of the stairs, and realized that what I heard were footsteps. Coming up the stairs. I froze. I could feel something breathing in my face. Then, it grabbed my ankles and started dragging me toward the attic. I struggled, and when I was almost pulled up the ladder, the grip released, and I fell. I jumped up and ran toward the baby's room, but just as I was almost to the door, I was pushed from the right. Hard. Down the stairs. When it pushed me, I hit the stairs halfway down, and tumbled down from there.
The parents walked in and I was on the floor, a sharp pain in my left arm. The mother ran to me, and the father ran up to get the baby. I tried yelling for him not to go up there, but I was still shocked. I told them exactly what happened, and surprisingly, they believed me, (after a few minutes of questions and searching around the house.) They moved not too long after. If you find that you don't believe my story, fine. But I still have the bruises around my ankles, on my forehead, and my broken arm to remember it by.
Sent in by Emily
Large Black Figure and Flaming Skull
This story is completely true and very unexplainable on my part but any ways here ya go.
It all started when I was about 6 or 7 years old I was living with my foster parents in Missouri at the time. Their house was next to some really big woods the kind you get lost in. Well anyways my foster sisters and I went for a hike one day to an old abandoned shack a few miles in where a hermit was supposed to live. We never saw a hermit which made me feel a little better about being so far into the woods but as we were standing there we heard trees cracking like something was rushing through them.
Before long we saw a large black figure standing a few yards away from the shack. It was completely solid in the form of a man but really tall and it had a dark wisp all around it. We ran home immediately not looking back the whole time. We were home in record time it took us an hour to hike out and only about 3 minutes to get home. When we got back we were all a little freaked out but we laughed it off like it was our imagination.
Everything was going normally for about a month when weird stuff began to happen to everyone. We would lose things we just sat on the table or someone's drink would be gone before they had the chance to drink it. Real random stuff everybody was having nightmares and seeing things. A few days later everything stopped to everyone else but me. I was still having nightmares and the scariest thing in my life happened to me. When I was in my room sleeping I was suddenly waken up but a light through my door. That didn't bother me at all but next thing I knew I felt a cold breeze sweep past me and the curtains moved.
At this time it began to rain extremely hard even though there were no clouds in the sky. I looked outside towards the woods (my room was at the back of the house and I could see straight into the woods) I just glanced for a second and out of no where a human skull came flying right into the window. It was on fire even with the ran pouring down. The skull slammed into the glass and slid down to the ground below (about 12 ft. down) and made a dent where it landed. Everything went quiet the rain stopped and the crickets started chirping as if I had never happened. I made sure to pass out immediately I didn't want to be even more scarred.
In the morning I ran out to check were the skull landed and see if there was any cracks in my window from the impact. As I ran outside to show my foster dad were the thing landed (didn't tell him what exactly hit my window) I saw the figure just standing at the edge of the woods. When we got to the back of the house the skull, the hole, the cracks in the window, and the figure were all gone. everything stopped after that night. I still see the figure a lot even though I've moved several times over the years.
I'm currently in Kansas and I still see it. I don't know why its following me but I always have an ominous feeling if I go outside by my self I love the night but I'm afraid I might see that thing again.
If any one knows what's going on please tell me prayers don't sway the thing at all it just stands and watches always.
Sent in by luna
It all started when I was about 6 or 7 years old I was living with my foster parents in Missouri at the time. Their house was next to some really big woods the kind you get lost in. Well anyways my foster sisters and I went for a hike one day to an old abandoned shack a few miles in where a hermit was supposed to live. We never saw a hermit which made me feel a little better about being so far into the woods but as we were standing there we heard trees cracking like something was rushing through them.
Before long we saw a large black figure standing a few yards away from the shack. It was completely solid in the form of a man but really tall and it had a dark wisp all around it. We ran home immediately not looking back the whole time. We were home in record time it took us an hour to hike out and only about 3 minutes to get home. When we got back we were all a little freaked out but we laughed it off like it was our imagination.
Everything was going normally for about a month when weird stuff began to happen to everyone. We would lose things we just sat on the table or someone's drink would be gone before they had the chance to drink it. Real random stuff everybody was having nightmares and seeing things. A few days later everything stopped to everyone else but me. I was still having nightmares and the scariest thing in my life happened to me. When I was in my room sleeping I was suddenly waken up but a light through my door. That didn't bother me at all but next thing I knew I felt a cold breeze sweep past me and the curtains moved.
At this time it began to rain extremely hard even though there were no clouds in the sky. I looked outside towards the woods (my room was at the back of the house and I could see straight into the woods) I just glanced for a second and out of no where a human skull came flying right into the window. It was on fire even with the ran pouring down. The skull slammed into the glass and slid down to the ground below (about 12 ft. down) and made a dent where it landed. Everything went quiet the rain stopped and the crickets started chirping as if I had never happened. I made sure to pass out immediately I didn't want to be even more scarred.
In the morning I ran out to check were the skull landed and see if there was any cracks in my window from the impact. As I ran outside to show my foster dad were the thing landed (didn't tell him what exactly hit my window) I saw the figure just standing at the edge of the woods. When we got to the back of the house the skull, the hole, the cracks in the window, and the figure were all gone. everything stopped after that night. I still see the figure a lot even though I've moved several times over the years.
I'm currently in Kansas and I still see it. I don't know why its following me but I always have an ominous feeling if I go outside by my self I love the night but I'm afraid I might see that thing again.
If any one knows what's going on please tell me prayers don't sway the thing at all it just stands and watches always.
Sent in by luna
My Demon Sister
I know this sounds really weird but I never really knew my real parents and siblings. Someone told me my sister, (They call her a demon) killed them.
They say she's the most powerful demon. That every other demon looks up to her. And that she looks just like me. I saw it in a book. Her. My sister. Right beside me. Looking innocent.
They called her the miracle baby because she was pre-mature,and they called me the baby who was born after her.I know she exists. She's somewhere in the world.Waiting for me.
Then that's when she gets her ideas. She almost killed me recently. She choked me. And than put a knife to my throat. Then she acted like she was gonna stab me.Its scary to know that someone you just found out about a year ago knows so much about you and you know so little about them.
From the day I found out she was my sister things were never the same. I began to have nightmares almost every night. Sometimes my dream catcher helped. I could feel her watching me as i walked to school,as i hung out with my friends.
I can feel her gaze now. As if she's in the room with me. She told me she always hated me and expected me to become a demon just like her. She says our mother called me her little angel. I have specials gifts. Not like Palm reading or seeing the future.
I am supposed to keep quiet about this stuff. Listen, for all of you who think vampires or mythical creatures are fake, take a better look at the world and then give me a call.
My real sister has demons who are her servants and she's sent some of them to kill me before. I am still shaking. Pay better attention to the things you think are just bumps when there really unexplained footsteps. Pay attention to the things you think are just the wind when there whispers when everyone is asleep.
Sent in by Taylor, Copyright 2011
Ghost Hunting at The Gainsborough Old Nick
What a night of paranormal activity that Simply Ghost Nights and all the ghost hunters were treated too, no superlatives can describe the amount of paranormal phenomena that occurred at the creepy Gainsborough Old Nick Theatre. The evening started with a brief and informative chat from John the manager of the Old Nick, who was such a splendid host for the night.
In the group séance at the start of the ghost hunt, everyone heard unexplained banging and tapping from within the main theatre room in which we were holding our group séance. We also witnessed light analomies in the theatre room as well, all this was too much for one of our ghost hunters Jo, who quickly fled the room in a terrified state , however after a few minutes Jo bravely returned to the group vigil once more. Some of the ghost hunters claimed that they could here the theatre seats moving up and down also.
After we had all split into our four vigil groups the spirits certainly came out to entertain us at this former police station, the ghostly inhabitants left many of us astonished at the level of spooky happenings.
Anne Marie one of the sceptics to join us claimed to have been kicked on the shin, in one of the vigil areas in the Old Nick, Anne Marie stated at the end of the night that she had changed her opinion on the possibility of life after death. Another sceptic Nick, was left stunned as the table tipped literally into his lap in the theatre room, in a session of table tipping.
Another group of ghost hunters swore they had heard heavy footsteps on the empty staircase, in the men’s cells another group stared in disbelief as a light anomaly in the shape of a perfect circle, literally moved along the darkened cell wall from left to right, and simply vanished in front of their disbelieving eyes.
We also had some excellent results with the glass divination as well in many of the vigil areas, in one vigil a ghostly character called ‘Don’ made his presence known through glass divination, K2 spikes were produced on request in attempting spirit contact with the spirit world, this enthralled Tracey and her group in the women’s cells, especially coupled with the aggressive tapping that almost lifted the table from off the floor.
However at the latter part of the ghost night, two groups were treated to a ferocious display of table tipping in the men’s wing, Richard said that he had never observed such an astonishing sight in his life, but many of us who have had first hand experience of table tipping, said, exactly the same too.
Alas as our time there came to a close, we all felt that it had been a privilege to have witnessed so much activity in one venue. As we said our goodbyes to the spirit world and to our amiable host John, we vowed to come back to The Gainsborough Old Nick Theatre and see if the spirits would delight us once more with their appearance.
Sent in by Simplyghostnights
In the group séance at the start of the ghost hunt, everyone heard unexplained banging and tapping from within the main theatre room in which we were holding our group séance. We also witnessed light analomies in the theatre room as well, all this was too much for one of our ghost hunters Jo, who quickly fled the room in a terrified state , however after a few minutes Jo bravely returned to the group vigil once more. Some of the ghost hunters claimed that they could here the theatre seats moving up and down also.
After we had all split into our four vigil groups the spirits certainly came out to entertain us at this former police station, the ghostly inhabitants left many of us astonished at the level of spooky happenings.
Anne Marie one of the sceptics to join us claimed to have been kicked on the shin, in one of the vigil areas in the Old Nick, Anne Marie stated at the end of the night that she had changed her opinion on the possibility of life after death. Another sceptic Nick, was left stunned as the table tipped literally into his lap in the theatre room, in a session of table tipping.
Another group of ghost hunters swore they had heard heavy footsteps on the empty staircase, in the men’s cells another group stared in disbelief as a light anomaly in the shape of a perfect circle, literally moved along the darkened cell wall from left to right, and simply vanished in front of their disbelieving eyes.
We also had some excellent results with the glass divination as well in many of the vigil areas, in one vigil a ghostly character called ‘Don’ made his presence known through glass divination, K2 spikes were produced on request in attempting spirit contact with the spirit world, this enthralled Tracey and her group in the women’s cells, especially coupled with the aggressive tapping that almost lifted the table from off the floor.
However at the latter part of the ghost night, two groups were treated to a ferocious display of table tipping in the men’s wing, Richard said that he had never observed such an astonishing sight in his life, but many of us who have had first hand experience of table tipping, said, exactly the same too.
Alas as our time there came to a close, we all felt that it had been a privilege to have witnessed so much activity in one venue. As we said our goodbyes to the spirit world and to our amiable host John, we vowed to come back to The Gainsborough Old Nick Theatre and see if the spirits would delight us once more with their appearance.
Sent in by Simplyghostnights
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