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The Monks of Lilleshall

January 24th, 2012 by Caretaker 

The Ghost at the End of My Bed

It all started when I was 8 years old in an old Victorian house, England. I had always had strong beliefs in the afterlife and ghost, etc. So, when I was going to bed I heard a moan, and I knew it wasn’t my mother because she was downstairs and this sound came from my room (although it sounded distant at the same time…) and it wasn’t my father or a sibling because I was an only child and my father was doing a late shift. I thought of it as nothing and I went to sleep.

The next night when I went to bed, just as I lay down, even though my door was shut and my windows were closed (I remember checking) my curtains flared up and went flying! I yelped and ran downstairs and insisted on sleeping in the same bed as my mother and father. My father had to fix my curtains and blamed me for …

September 21st, 2011 by Caretaker 
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The Shadow Under the Bed

When I was two my dad was told his job would be taking him from California to England. My mom was so excited, and couldn’t wait for me and my older brother to experience something no one else in our family had. Me being two and my brother five however, dad wasn’t sure we’d get much out of it.

For the first year and a half we’d lived in a small house out in the British country side. However, My dad decided we needed someplace bigger, as I now had a baby brother on the way. He found the House for rent, a huge brick two-story house, to this day the largest house I lived in.

Mom said it was fairly normal when we first moved in. The sounds heard through the house nothing more than the heavy building shifting and settling. Just before my brother was born, however, things she says she couldn’t explain started happening.

It was small …

July 24th, 2011 by Caretaker 

My Brother and The Ghostly Monks

June 28th, 2011 by Caretaker 

Haunted Flats on Sheffield England Church Cemetery

I have read most of the stories on here and I have been absolutely fascinated with them as they are all different in there own way… most are based in the U.S.A… but I would like to tell you a story of my own…

I live in a place called Sheffield in England U.K, and when I was 18 years old I was offered my own 1 bedroom flat by the city council, it was a newly built complex maybe about 15-20 years old. I met my boyfriend roughly about 4 months before I had the flat who is now my husband of 10 lovely years.

I will describe the flat briefly so you can get a good picture of the lay out, as you walked in the front door straight ahead was the kitchen and living area which was separated by a breakfast bar to the right was a long hallway which led to the bathroom and bedroom. On …

June 25th, 2011 by Caretaker 
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Knowing Something Without Learning

I never really believed in ghosts, spirits, demons etc. But once you have have experienced something like I did, everything and anything is possible.

When you read on you have to believe every word, I’m not a person who tells lies, not with a tale like this, i wouldn’t want to go through the pain of imagining something like this. So it’s 100% true, and I’ve finally come to let it out.

It was September 1st and it was my first day back at school now starting year 7. I went to a rural type of school founded in the late 1800s in the country regions of England. The buildings where old and damp with the bricks breaking away. Most of it was safe to wonder around, but on the early morning of school, all 450 students where called into the huge hall with a message from our head. “students” he said “I’m sure most of you have already heard …

June 22nd, 2011 by Caretaker 

16C Cottage in England

I have seen a figure in my house and experience other things which I believe could be related to him. I have seen the figure clear as day light.

My cottage dates back to the 16C. I believe the man to be the owner of the old windmill up the road where all the grain would be stored in the barn part of my house. The man would stand at the entrance from the extension connecting to the barn part. He is approximately 6 feet white wears a long black draped coat with the collar up and an old fashioned hat. He looks straight at me between the collar and the hat. He would then stare until I looked away and looked again which he would be gone. I have seen him around 5 times.

When I moved into the cottage my bedroom is in the 16C cottage itself which is joined to the barn via the extension. As I …

June 15th, 2011 by Caretaker 

Haunted House in Birmingham

I arrived in Birmingham, England in Sept. ’89 to attend college there. For the first few months I stayed with a lady and her three kids in an older 3 floor house in one of the suburbs.

One afternoon, when classes were finished early, I got home before anybody else. I went to the kitchen to have a snack but felt increasingly restless. I was uncomfortable in the house after a short while and was feeling a little spooked. I thought I had just imagined noises in the hallway outside the kitchen door which led to the front door. The family dog too was looking towards the door to the hallway and whining continuously.

I eventually gave up and went out the back door to the garden, bringing my sandwich with me (the dog was happy to accompany me). The whole time I was outside I was compelled to look at the window of the small room facing the back. …

February 9th, 2011 by Caretaker 

The Ghostly Monks

January 29th, 2011 by Caretaker 

Family Affair Haunting in England

January 10th, 2011 by Caretaker 

Sleep Paralysis and the Black figure

Hi, my name is Laura, I’m 18 and live in England and I just wanted to share my experience of sleep paralysis.

Basically I’d been lying in bed just ‘nodding’ as it were, it was morning around 8 am and at that time I’d been practicing going into lucid dreams a lot but only being successful a couple of times.

So I ended up falling into lucidness only to get excited and ‘wake up’ from it and going into sleep paralysis. I remember seeing my room completely as it was, one of my curtains open, one shut so I get some light only it was blurry, then I realized I couldn’t move a muscle and naturally I began to panic. As I was still staring straight ahead I saw a huge black figure standing over me, I could feel it was evil and it hated me. It hated everything about the living. I continued to stare at it when I …

November 6th, 2010 by Caretaker 

Unhappy Grandmother?

October 3rd, 2010 by Caretaker 
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