Steve
from Trowbridge says...
When I was young I used to live at Boltons Croft, Salwick with
my parents and ten brothers and sisters. One evening my sister was
having a bath whilst I was asleep in the room next to the bathroom,
all of a sudden I was awoken by a scream, so I ran into the bathroom
to see my sister crying in the bath. I ask what the problem was, apparently
someone or something was calling her name, obviously I did not believe
her until one evening when I was sitting downstairs with my big brother
David. It was around 11.30pm, when he said 'why are you out of your
bed young lady', I looked up and saw a young girl dressed in Victorian
clothes sat next to him. Me and my brother Gary then decided to investigate
who this girl is as every year on 2/3 March we saw her come from upstairs
to the corner where the TV was and back up stairs again to the back
bedroom and disappear. We discovered that a young Victorian girl had
been drowned in the marsh land in the 1800s before the houses were
built. Coincidence, you decide.
Gareth
from Cleveleys says...
I am now in my mid 40's but as a young boy we had a black cat
named Lucky. I can still remember this cat as i was very fond of
him. One day he came into our house and sat under the old sideboard.
He was not his usual self and seemed in some pain. My mother called
the local vet, who suspected he'd either been poisoned or had eaten
something that was. After a hour or so he went outside into our
back garden. I found him next day on the back pathway at the rear
of our house, he had been dead some time.
I was very upset about this and remember crying a lot. About a week
later i was lying down in the front room next to the log fire, when
i said to my parents i needed the toilet. I remember getting up
and going into the hallway to mount the stairs. I put the landing
light on and looked up to the landing and saw a black cat cross
the landing and go into my room. I shouted out Lucky and ran up
the stairs only to dash into my room to find it empty. Over the
next few nights i felt but did not see a presence on my bed. It
felt like a cat and i remember putting my hand where the presence
was and it was creased and warm to touch. I did not feel afraid
and indeed was happy to have Lucky back with me if only for a short
while... Lucky is buried in our garden, the house i still live in....
Wayne
from Preston says...
At the bottom of London Road in Preston, there's a pub called
the White Bull... late one night I received a call from a close
friend of mine saying he was in the pub playing pool with the landlady
when he saw the head and shoulders of a man drift pass him.. this
really shook him up and couldn't believe what he saw.. so me being
brave went with him to the same pub a few months later not to do
a vigil but just for a drink. There was just me and my friend and
the landlady it was about 12.30am I said i'd go a sit in the cellar
on my own as this was where the sprit came months earlier.. if you
shut your eyes that's how dark it was... but I got my bearings with
the light on, sat down with my back to the wall and started asking
questions for a few mins and nothing happened so I said "I'm
here for you to show yourself, please just try and do anything"
As I spoke the sound of a stone hit the keg to my right. This got
me spooked.. in a pitch black cellar and locked in may I add! I
fled the cellar, but was angry that I'd been spooked.. so I went
into the cellar again with my friend, and felt drawn to a small
room to the left of the cellar. I started asking questions again
and could clearly hear raps to answers to our questions. This shook
us both up and we left the cellar.. I was glad I'd done this but
really want to do it again. This time I wouldn't get spooked.
Hayley
from Burnley says...
I was four years old and it was just after my gran had died
but I was really close to her. I was sat in the kitchen and my mum,my
grandpa,my two brothers and my dad walked in to see that I was talking
to someone so they quickly scooped me out and kept asking me questions
eg was it a he or a she, what did they look like, what were they
wearing, what did they talk like?" all I told them was it was
a lady who had a long face and she had a blue pinny on, curlers
in her hair and a ciggy in her mouth.She talked with a working class
voice. That is exactly what my gran wore, spoke like and what she
looked like.
Sadia
Iftikhar says...
I was at Burnley General hospital on Saturday two weeks ago.
I went to use the toilets, as I entered a white light passed me
and there
was some sort of chill around me. It was really freaky. This all
happened in the A and E department at Burnley Lancashire.
Frank
says...
When I was about 14 years of age, we had a shetland sheep dog
called Rory and one Sunday afternoon my mum, myself and Rory were
in the living room watching t.v, when Rory jumped up growling looking
towards the living room door. He looked vicious and was backing
into my mum.
After a few minutes he calmed down but could not settle, about thirty
minutes later the phone rang and it was my uncle to say my mum's
mum had died suddenly. The same thing happened when my mum's dad
died, Rory looking towards the living door and no one was there.
I think it was them making sure everyone was OK.
Shizzian says...
For some time, whilst visiting Towneley Hall museum with his
mum my granson will not enter a particular room on the upper floor
of the museum. When asked why he didn't like the room he said he
could see a lady in 'baggy pants' that were not like mummy's, asked
if she said anything to him he said she said 'good morning and hello'
to him. my granson is too young to know of ghosts, spirits as he
is only four.
Samantha says...
Me and my friend from Blackburn went to have our cards read so we
both got a pack of tapes to record it... When the reading finished
one of the tapes had a heart beat on it.
Margaret
says...
Over 25 years ago, I lived in a semi in New Longton. One day I sawa
black cat go into the house, on searching I found nothing inside.
At night we started to experience strange smells, but a smell you
couldn't put a name to. I was even brave enough to ask my neighbour
one night, 'Can you smell anything funny in here?', 'No', was the
reply. Time went on, and in the bedroom we had a chair, and we both
felt as though something or someone was watching us, plus the smell!
Time moved on again, but our 'friend' began walking around the room,
you could actually smell it moving... this was the end as far as
I was concerned! The chair had to go and things did settle. I came
to have a baby, and on arrival home from hospital, Granny came to
stay. The child was put in his cot at bed time. My husband, myself
and Granny were all outside his room on the landing and once again
we all smelled something coming up the stairs. We couldn't see anything,
just sensed whatever it was. At this point, I shouted out, 'Go away
and leave us alone!' We all experienced it moving away. In years
to come that little baby talked about a man sitting in his bedroom,
was it our smelly guest?
Mandie says...
I used to live in a bedsit in Alexandra Hall (above the Revolution
pub in Lancaster). Late at night I was talking to my friend in the
hallway and we heard heavy footsteps of someone running in the corridor.
We raced up to check the noise out and no body was in sight. My
friend told me that this happened on a number of occasions. Apparently
when the Alexandra Hall was part of the pub a maid had died there.
Bob
Haworth says...
As a young man living in Sabden my friends and I were walking
on Pendle Hill at about 11 30pm when we saw the white shape of a
monk about 7' tall walking across the moor.
Emma
Dickinson says...
I have just returned home from the stables where my horses are
kept, and I have had the weirdest experience. I heard a hunt, complete
with horses, hounds and huntsman, in full cry going past the yard,
but we didn't see a thing. We also heard horses going up the lane,
but when we got there, we agan saw nothing, but our horses did.
They tried following horses they could see but we couldn't. If anyone
has any information about when any hunt last hunted in the Osbaldeston
area, then I would be grateful for the information, so we could
try to solve this mystery.
Les
says...
As a young child growing up in Reedley, in a house which stood
alone next to a cotton mill and adjacent to a river I remember the
weird experiences that happened. On some nights there would be a
loud knocking on the door but never anyone there,on several ocasions
my elder brother waited behind the door until the knock came, he
opened the door imediately and sent the dog out to find nothing
and no one in the area but the dog always came back with its tail
between its legs.
About one hundred yards away from the house was a sewage drain from
the mill which ran into the river, there was a wall there which
it is said that a woman had fallen over and died I heard her cries
when i passed on many occasion. (I think someone wrote a book called
whaling waters).
One evening when I was returning from the shop at the end of the
lane with our dog, we were about half way between the shop and my
house when I noticed a man coming towards us, the dog started cowering
as the man who was dressed in old fasioned clothing (1930s/40s)
passed by, I called to the dog and then looked round to see the
man again but he was not there, I could see in both directions but
he was nowhere to be seen.
One day as my younger brother and Iwere playing near the house my
father shouted to my mother to tell us to come in to the house because
he did not like what he had seen across the river, we were never
told what he saw that day.
The memories I have are events that happend in the late fifties
early sixties, I do not beleive in ghosts but I do beleive in spirits.
Suzie
says...
My friend moved into a house in Trafford Street, Preston in
her first year of Uni. When I went round to see the house, as I
stood in the hallway, I could feel someone standing at the top of
the stairs and staring at me so I told my friend. "You're the
third person to say they have felt a presence in this house"
my friend said laughing and we forgot about it.
A few months later I was getting ready for a night out at her house
and was having a bath. I couldn't see anything with my eyes but
I could clearly visualise this woman stood in the bathroom watching
me with her arms folded and a disgruntled look on her face - she
didn't want me there so I just got out of there quick. I described
the lady to my friend - everything - down to the pattern and colour
of her cardigan - I remembered the knit because it was a pattern
my own nana used to knit and it was a peachy orange colour.
My friend is a bit of a cynic so she listened to me but didn't give
it much thought until she was packing up at the end of the year
and pulled out of the back of the drawers in the bathroom and found
the exact cardigan I had described on the old lady a few months
earlier.
Katie says...
I live in Blackpool with my mum and dad. One weekend for the first
time ever my parents went away. The night they went I had a friend
stay over so I wasn't alone in the house. At around 11 o'clock we
went up to bed to go to sleep. My friend fell asleep before me and
I sat up watching tv in bed. As I led there watching telly I got
an urge to look at my door, standing there was a woman but all I
could see was a pale face with short thin black hair which I could
see straight through. I was terified so I got under my quilt and
hid. I began to get a hot sweat and wouldn't look at the door, but
eventually I did, and nothing was there. I was really spooked by
this as it had never happened before. The next day when my parents
arrived home I told my mum about what happend and what I saw and
she said it may of been her dead sister Elizabeth who died of cancer
when she was just 37. We still think to this day that it was her
watching over me because it was the first time my parents had been
away and left me alone in the house.
Chris
says...
I live in Lancashire, but work in a place called West Malling in
Kent. The house where I stay backs onto an old black death field.
I've seen orbs (which I didn't understand what they where). My son
had two visits, one from a woman and one from a child. My lodger's
sons played with children upstairs.... there where no children.
I pass an old police station and mentioned to the club landlord
about the images I kept getting. The people stood next to me where
ex police, they confirmed the place was haunted and also the images
where correct for a guy that commited suicide there. So many people
here have simular stories, from the Abbey is a honeycomb of tunnels
leading to so many places here. I have seen much more, but people
would think you mad until they see it... but the phenomina is there.
Zoe
says...
When Iwas about 10 my grandma died. When I was about 11-12 years
old I woke up in the middle of the night because it felt like someone
was staring at me. As I woke up I saw a shadow a the bottom of my
bed. I think it was her. As I saw her I spoke and said '"s
that you grandma?" I felt a sensation in my body as if she
had grabbed my arm. As I sat and thought about it, she disappeared.
I have never seen her again.
Neil
Mantle says...
Around 1985/86 I was out cruising in my dads Capri. My best friend
was in his dads car and he was following me. As we were heading
back to Poulton from Singleton, driving along the country lane that
heads in an almost straight line before going through a small tunnel
under the Blackpool to Preston train line. It was a clear night
with not a cloud in the sky and it was dark being mid October. Suddenly
my car was lit up from above. This lasted for no more than a second
but caused me to swerve across the road. I stopped and poked my
head out of the window but there was nothing to see. I immediately
set off again at quite a pace not stopping until we got to the car
park of the Highcross pub. As far as I can remember my friend saw
nothing unusual, just me swerving the car. Returning to his parents
house I can recall sitting on his stairs facing the front door.
My friend was at least 12 feet away standing in the living room
doorway when I felt something stroking the back of my neck. Turning
round sharply I saw my friend still standing in the doorway. Suffice
to say I was severely spooked that night and I recall driving home
from his house trying my best not to look in the mirror of the car,
afraid of what I might find looking back at me...
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