Hubby and I were staying at a relatively new (or it may have been recently renovated) hotel in the Cornwall region in the UK. Nothing creepy about the place at all – it was a nice comfortable hotel. Except for our last night. I was having what I thought was a terrible nightmare. I saw a young woman standing over me in Victorian era clothing, wearing a lace dress with a high neck and a choker. She seemed ecstatic to see me and was moving closer and closer to my face until hers was just inches away from mine. At first, I was happy to see her too (as she seemed so delighted to see me) however as she started to move closer it freaked me out and I must have cried out in my sleep. The cries woke hubby who was right next to me, just in time for him to see in front of him what look like lace covering the entire bed. He tried to grab it but it faded away. We promptly left the next day.
Over a period of 20 years I’ve had to move 3 times because of shadow figures, anomalous noises, disembodied voices, being touched, bouncing mattresses, on and on. But just about the only time I felt truly nervous was one day when my entire bed rose about an inch or two, then fell suddenly. I have no idea why I’m not creeped out more.
I was probably six years old at the time. It was late for me, around nine o’clock and way past my bedtime. My dad had to be rushed to the hospital and my mom couldn’t get a babysitter in time so she had to take me along with her to the hospital to see my dad. In my city, the major ER is notorious for deaths in the waiting area and triage. Knowing this, my mom was hesitant to bring me in, afraid I would see something horrible. Sure enough, when we got in the waiting area, there was an older man, about 60 years old at the youngest, with an axe head sticking out of his back and a huge gash on his bald head. I was overcome with this sense of what I would later know as dread when he turned to look at me. He smiled and mouthed something and I got scared and buried my head in my mom’s lap. He wasn’t there when I looked back up.
Most recently, I’ve been hearing unexplained knocking sounds within various rooms of my house. At first my sister thought it was our cat, but he usually plants his bum on top of our dryer and doesn’t walk around the house much. The more we ignore the sound, the more frantic the knocking gets, and we’ve heard it from the front door, the ceiling, and even felt it under the floor.
I’ve also, for the past two years, experienced cold spots hanging around my bed that seem to possess some sort of sentience in the fact that they move around.
Okay, here’s my story. Not spooky with a capital ‘S’; just a little…. weird. I was heading out to a party. I had the directions to the party in my hand and I was searching for my car keys. I was home alone at the time. I thoroughly — and I mean thoroughly — searched my family room, my kitchen, and my laundry room, everywhere where I usually put the keys. I looked very carefully THREE times around each room, and didn’t find them. I remembered that I used the bathroom a few minutes before I got ready to leave, so I put the directions down on my empty kitchen table and walked into the bathroom. Nothing. No keys. I was cursing under my breath, trying to figure out WHERE those keys were. I walked back into the kitchen, and the keys were there, in the middle of the kitchen table, UNDER the directions that I’d just set down. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up. I looked around like an idiot; I don’t know what I expected to see. I just said, “Thanks!” and left for my party. Very strange.
When I was in elementary school I was on a field trip to a house that was used a hospital during the civil war and has a giant civil war graveyard on the property. On top of the deaths of the soldiers, several of the family’s children also died in the house.
I was in the back of the group and was backed up to a room that was roped off. I felt someone tugging my hair. I reached back and my hair was braided. I had really long hair and it was all braided.