UKtramp:
Everything I have read on this thread just convinces me more, there is no such thing as ghosts but it is simply your own fears and anxieties along with your imaginations running wild with you. It is a fear of the dark that frightens you, you are never afraid in the daylight of ghosts and ghouls, if there was such a thing, do they only come out in the dark and lonely places?
I pride myself on my science background, I like to think I can rationalise any situation and understand it. On my drive home that night I realised that I must have parked in a bay that someone else had vacated, the footsteps were another drivers who climbed into his cab and drove away, hence only one set of footprints. I had driven over their tyre tracks which is why I didn’t see them. The cold chill and hairs standing up on the back of my neck were purely because it was cold.
What I can’t understand is that, bearing in mind that I’m someone who spends most of their time alone and in dark places and I’ve been in some truly dangerous situations, I was terrified. Such utter dread that I’ve only ever felt at that place. This wasn’t the fear that your life is about to end, I’ve had that many times before, this was worse. I guess it’s something you have to experience before you really understand what someone is trying to tell you.
Captain Caveman 76:
UKtramp:
Everything I have read on this thread just convinces me more, there is no such thing as ghosts but it is simply your own fears and anxieties along with your imaginations running wild with you. It is a fear of the dark that frightens you, you are never afraid in the daylight of ghosts and ghouls, if there was such a thing, do they only come out in the dark and lonely places?
I pride myself on my science background, I like to think I can rationalise any situation and understand it. On my drive home that night I realised that I must have parked in a bay that someone else had vacated, the footsteps were another drivers who climbed into his cab and drove away, hence only one set of footprints. I had driven over their tyre tracks which is why I didn’t see them. The cold chill and hairs standing up on the back of my neck were purely because it was cold.
What I can’t understand is that, bearing in mind that I’m someone who spends most of their time alone and in dark places and I’ve been in some truly dangerous situations, I was terrified. Such utter dread that I’ve only ever felt at that place. This wasn’t the fear that your life is about to end, I’ve had that many times before, this was worse. I guess it’s something you have to experience before you really understand what someone is trying to tell you.
I don’t believe in ghosts afterlife or anything at all like that. Not at all.
But I’ve been out on dark nights and had the hairs on my neck standing up too. Knowing there’s nowt there doesn’t take that creepy feeling away, you’re right.
Darwinian selection favours seeing danger. It’s better survival strategy to run from a possible non existent fear rather than face a possibly real one.
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Captain Caveman 76:
I pride myself on my science background,…
I sympathise Caveman. I leave people who it’s not happened to to say what they wish. When you know, you know 
. The confusing thing is 99 percent of the time when something is isolated, or vague it is down to interpreting things wrong. Occasionally it’s so overt, frequent as to be ridiculous.When I described the events that turned me on page one I wrote
Freight Dog:
Once some of the stuff started ramping up, it became apparent this wasn’t something you could ignore or put down as Casper the friendly pet ghost. It wasn’t stress, hallucinations, or any other tenuous human grasping inability to rationalise. It just actually happened. Still rocks me when I think back to it
Those that opine it’s “imagination”. I find that faintly amusing, certainly on the events that I mentioned on page 1. It seems suggesting serious group level hallucinations and material moving of objects are perfectly every day explanations 
. However, If I were to suggest the shop on the corner someone walks past does not exists, that would indeed raise some eyebrows. Yet it seems a perfectly acceptable panacea to trot out “oh you imagined all that” in response to someone seeing something in front of them. And that it because it carries a label
I sympathise though with people having this opinion. I’m a very scientific, analytical minded person. Both by training, job field and just how I am. And before I did not really think anything to all these accounts.
As I said on page one I had my head turned. You know in yourself if something was vague or was as real as anything else. In the case I mentioned it wasn’t just one person but it affected a whole house. And it most certainly happened at all times of the day. And we’re talking overt things. People standing in full view walking about. Objects moving. I guess you know when you know and let those who it’s never happened to say what they wish
I don’t know what it is, what science, what cause. But I know it happened.
I many years ago worked as a security guard, we used to be static at old disused hospital sites i can recall one night being called by the switchboard operator from the still in use hospital next door informing us of a fire alarm activation in a ward/building on the site, So we went to investigate, the building was secure, no sign of a fire,So we unlocked the door went inside to inspect the fire alarm panel to see where in that building it had activated, we where just about to go upstairs to search for a fire, and there was a ringing from an old style telephone
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This spooked us, as there were no extensions connected on the site apart from our security office,( we checked this ) and the phone was in an upstairs room in a cupboard not plugged in, it had now power but rang,
The fire brigade turned up, searched the building no fire, then a maintenance guy turned up, we asked him if there was still any extensions still live, he chuckled and said you heard it too then, the phone ringing,? apparently, that building had a history of smoke detectors having issues due to the damp (was colder inside than out) there was also a landing light that would turn it’s self on and off randomly, i have never knowingly seen anything ghost-like, that i’m aware of,
I myself have actually had some odd encounters, things I cannot explain and could easily put down to paranormal activity. I choose not to be so blatant as to think that there is no such thing as aliens and I believe in UFOs, ghosts are one of those that until I am visited by such, I will not believe. Same as a God, I am not a believer in any religion.
I live very near to what is reported to be the most haunted road in the country the Stockbridge Bypass which runs from Tankersley to Flouch roundabout. Just type it into Google and read up on it. When it was being built around about 1987 2 police officers who were in their car on duty reported they saw a group of children dancing around a pylon singing ring a ring of roses and also reports of a monk walking the area.
If I’m not mistaken I think the bypass was built on an old monestry.
A road built on a monestry and here start the sightings of a monk walking down the road, loch ness monster, done great for tourism, a haunted pub or B&B, well up goes the room fees. The thought of ghosts existing since time began, they shouldn’t be so rarely sighted if there are that many of them. Does it stop at humans or are we talking animals too? Watching horror films plays tricks on your mind. I am more afraid of an actual person opening my cab door with an axe or a knife when parked up in some lonely dark lay by. Certainly not worried about a ghost appearing.
UKtramp:
A road built on a monestry and here start the sightings of a monk walking down the road, loch ness monster, done great for tourism, a haunted pub or B&B, well up goes the room fees. The thought of ghosts existing since time began, they shouldn’t be so rarely sighted if there are that many of them. Does it stop at humans or are we talking animals too? Watching horror films plays tricks on your mind. I am more afraid of an actual person opening my cab door with an axe or a knife when parked up in some lonely dark lay by. Certainly not worried about a ghost appearing.
A lot of people mention catching glimpses or feelings etc. The things that happened I mentioned took place very heightened over a year (they’ve reoccured once since), in front of various people, involved various people and physical objects and were as in your face as a smack around the chops with a leg of old ham
Suggestions of “being on edge” or “affected like a horror film” really don’t apply in the events I wrote about in page one so I tend to ignore them as don’t think that’s the kind of things people who say that have in mind. I always presume they’re levied at people who hear something or have a “feeling”. To me that’s quite vague and that’s where I presume those comments are targeted.
UKtramp:
talking animals too.
No ones mentioned taking animals to be fair 
. I wish my dog could talk when he was alive. Be fantastic. I say that, but then, I might have found out he was actually quite an ar sole
Freight Dog:
UKtramp:
A road built on a monestry and here start the sightings of a monk walking down the road, loch ness monster, done great for tourism, a haunted pub or B&B, well up goes the room fees. The thought of ghosts existing since time began, they shouldn’t be so rarely sighted if there are that many of them. Does it stop at humans or are we talking animals too? Watching horror films plays tricks on your mind. I am more afraid of an actual person opening my cab door with an axe or a knife when parked up in some lonely dark lay by. Certainly not worried about a ghost appearing.
A lot of people mention catching glimpses or feelings etc. The things that happened I mentioned took place very heightened over a year (they’ve reoccured once since), in front of various people, involved various people and physical objects and were as in your face as a smack around the chops with a leg of old ham
Suggestions of “being on edge” or “affected like a horror film” really don’t apply in the events I wrote about in page one so I tend to ignore them as don’t think that’s the kind of things people who say that have in mind. I always presume they’re levied at people who hear something or have a “feeling”. To me that’s quite vague and that’s where I presume those comments are targeted.
Part of the problem Freight Dog, is the sort of people who claim these things happen. Like that shrieking woman from the TV programme, they seem to delight in the attention these claims give them. Most people who have experienced these things tend to keep quiet about them.
My dad’s house had similar problems(?) to yours, not quite to the same extent, but they were measurable. My younger brother had an imaginary friend from the time he could talk, but as he got older, he started to show bruises on his arms like he’d been grabbed. This was actually reported to social services by his school, but he always blamed his “friend” (unfortunately I can’t remember his name). At one point, he would often be found cowering in cupboards in fear. I mentioned to my dad that it wasn’t a good thing that his imaginary friend was picking on him, but my dad gave me a look that told me to shut up. At that point, I wasn’t aware that they’d been having problems with things disappearing. Keys, newspapers, fruit, and they would always reappear a couple of days later in the same place. Footsteps could be heard in the hallway or stairs when nobody else was there, rooms would suddenly become cold and it would become difficult to breath.
He only ever told me (because I was there I suppose) and the local vicar who went round and blessed the house.
As it was my dad and stepmother house, I never spent that much time there, but I can say that I was never comfortable there.
That’s the first time in fifteen years I’ve mentioned that.
My Nan and Grandad owned a pub in Bromsgrove called the Navigation Inn, for around 10 years. They retired in 2006.
It was well known locally that this place was frequented by 2 spirits. I lived there for about 3 years when I was around 10 but I didn’t believe what was said about the place.
It was a Victorian (I think) building with out houses and old stables in the beer garden. The spirit downstairs would often be sighted by customers. One lady walked into the women’s toilet and emerged absolutely terrified, saying she’d seen someone in the bathroom.
A customer also walked up to my Nan who used to work behind the bar asking if they had a ghost, when asked why he said that he’d just seen her walk across the dining room.
The other spirit was said to occupy the private living section of the pub upstairs. You walked up a set of stairs and was faced with a long corridor, off this corridor was the kitchen, office, bathroom and spare bedroom. At the end of the corridor on the left was the lounge and the right, the main bedroom. There was also another set of stair up to the third floor, which had two unused rooms.
As has been said, the atmosphere upstairs felt very strange. My Nan used to lie in bed during the afternoon and would often say she would see something move past the door and up the second set of stairs.
I still didn’t believe it really until one day I came back from school and went up stairs, as I reached the top, standing at the end of the corridor was a young woman, dressed in a sort of Victorian lace gown, nightie thing. I turned around and headed back downstairs, missing about 10 steps getting down.
I took me along time to tell anyone about that, still don’t really know what I saw.
They got someone in during the later years of living there and apparently they found the ghost in the top, unused room.
Nothing sinister ever happened but you just felt you weren’t alone when you were in that building.
Captain Caveman 76:
Freight Dog:
UKtramp:
A road built on a monestry and here start the sightings of a monk walking down the road, loch ness monster, done great for tourism, a haunted pub or B&B, well up goes the room fees. The thought of ghosts existing since time began, they shouldn’t be so rarely sighted if there are that many of them. Does it stop at humans or are we talking animals too? Watching horror films plays tricks on your mind. I am more afraid of an actual person opening my cab door with an axe or a knife when parked up in some lonely dark lay by. Certainly not worried about a ghost appearing.
A lot of people mention catching glimpses or feelings etc. The things that happened I mentioned took place very heightened over a year (they’ve reoccured once since), in front of various people, involved various people and physical objects and were as in your face as a smack around the chops with a leg of old ham
Suggestions of “being on edge” or “affected like a horror film” really don’t apply in the events I wrote about in page one so I tend to ignore them as don’t think that’s the kind of things people who say that have in mind. I always presume they’re levied at people who hear something or have a “feeling”. To me that’s quite vague and that’s where I presume those comments are targeted.
Part of the problem Freight Dog, is the sort of people who claim these things happen. Like that shrieking woman from the TV programme, they seem to delight in the attention these claims give them. Most people who have experienced these things tend to keep quiet about them.
My dad’s house had similar problems(?) to yours, not quite to the same extent, but they were measurable. My younger brother had an imaginary friend from the time he could talk, but as he got older, he started to show bruises on his arms like he’d been grabbed. This was actually reported to social services by his school, but he always blamed his “friend” (unfortunately I can’t remember his name). At one point, he would often be found cowering in cupboards in fear. I mentioned to my dad that it wasn’t a good thing that his imaginary friend was picking on him, but my dad gave me a look that told me to shut up. At that point, I wasn’t aware that they’d been having problems with things disappearing. Keys, newspapers, fruit, and they would always reappear a couple of days later in the same place. Footsteps could be heard in the hallway or stairs when nobody else was there, rooms would suddenly become cold and it would become difficult to breath.
He only ever told me (because I was there I suppose) and the local vicar who went round and blessed the house.
As it was my dad and stepmother house, I never spent that much time there, but I can say that I was never comfortable there.
That’s the first time in fifteen years I’ve mentioned that.
Nice one for sharing that. That’s pretty unpleasant.
Years ago I worked for an airline in the West Midlands that had a freighter division. I didn’t work on the division, but I shared a house with some of the crews who did.
One route they flew was to Belfast flying stuff in and out for the military. The crew stayed at a hotel near the airport, a converted mill. Quite a large old place. One of the captains was getting ready for report in the early hours, had his bag packed and set off down to reception via a long corridor. He was assaulted by something whilst walking along. It grabbed him, pulled him to one side of the corridor and he felt someone breath up against his ear and “bark” at him (the way he described it). The corridor was deserted. He was pretty bothered by this and reported it to reception who mentioned something along the lines of “its quite common sir” . Well, this caused quite a stir as the lads started to open up to each other and turns out various things happened to the crews whilst there.
The chief Pilot got very annoyed as he thought it was just a ruse to get a better hotel . Well, he thought that until on one occasion staying there himself a woman came out of the bathroom towards him whilst getting changed and screamed at him . I knew him myself. It was funny seeing him scrabble around wrestling with his principles when chatting about the whole saga.
It’s been a long time since I’ve thought of this stuff, for some reason I don’t like to dwell on it.
I do remember the photographs taken at my dad’s house. This was before the days of decent camera phones, but digital cameras were replacing film. Whenever there was a family gathering: Christmas, birthdays, graduations etc. my stepmother would always put on a spread and we’d have a get together at their house. Dad would set the camera and we’d have a family photo taken. More often than not, there’d be a circle of light in the image. Any photographer would tell you it’s a reflection the camera flash in some dust. And for any image on its own you looked at, that would sound reasonable. But when you looked at a series of pictures, you would see these circles were always above my brothers left shoulder. Any photo without him wouldn’t have this in. Looking through old family albums (old fashioned film type pictures) of my brother as an infant and you would see the same thing, a reflection of the flash on a speck of dust, but always above his left shoulder.
From my understanding, everything always seemed to revolve around him. Even as a baby, things in his room would not be in the place you left them.
I get the impression that an awful lot went on there that I was never privvy to. Dad didn’t like to talk about it and my step mother would never allow the issue to be raised in the house if she was there. She never said it, but I got the feeling that she didn’t want to upset anything by talking about it. I’ve kind of kept that tradition/respect.
I was never close to my step family so when my dad went a few years ago I lost contact with them. I’ve no idea if they even live there anymore or if they do, if that sort of thing continued.