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We have been going off subject on other threads.....scaring each other silly with our spooky encounters:devil::devil:. So here is it's very own thread......post away folks!!:D
 
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A few years back as a child I heard weird noises coming from uostairs ...dragging sounds, groans, echoing wails, water dripping, etc. Only me in the house. Even then I knew something was not quite right. It was an old house in a small village and always we were aware of a terrible murder where a body was mutilated, disemembered and some body parts never found.
So, dont know where I found the courage from cos I remember shaking like a leaf as I climbed the stairs. The door creaked and I saw someone being hit time and time again with a blood stained machette. The attacker saw me and rushed at me. I turned to run but fell down the stairs and this fearsome thing was over me ready to strike.
(Its ok now I think. This was at least 40 years ago but I still have nightmares about it)
Anyway, as I was about to feel the axe, I remember screaming and shaking.............

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"Wake up, its time for school" my mum said
 

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I've had this demon in my house forever. It's since been painted over.
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When I was 16 I did a SOBO (southbound) thru-hike of Maine starting June/July ‘81. This encounter happened on the first day of the hike, we (father, uncle & me) were going up Katahdin from the Roaring Brook Campground, going up the Helon Taylor trail.

I’m not sure how long into the hike we were, but I know we were still a good way from tree-line, in the dense foliage. All I remember was hearing this deep sounding roar, sort of like hearing an African lion in the zoo. It caused us all to stop dead in our tracks. Never saw anything, but heard some rustling in the brush and a second growl, then it was gone. It was scary as hell, now when I hear the term, "freeze in your tracks" I think of that moment. I was – we all were – stopped in our tracks with great concern for whatever that was.

At the time we just assumed it was a black bear, being city folk and not having any experience with bears, other than seeing them on TV. However, now I'm not too sure now; since getting back into hiking in 2005, I’ve read a lot about black bears and the sounds they make and from what I gather they don’t make the sound we heard, at best they make a weak roar/growl, this was no weak roar/growl, it was a very powerful roar. I’ve heard recordings of mountain lions and this was no mountain lion, too deep of a sound, that’s why I say it reminds me more of an African lion, but not quite.

I even saw a video of two male bears fighting (on Bear.org) and they were making weird sounds, but nothing coming close to the sound of a roar, much less the roaring sound we heard that day. I even had an encounter with a black bear (I got a good picture) in 2006 while hiking thru Shenandoah park, near Bearfence shelter. This bear lost all fear of humans (Shenandoah park is heavily visited by campers and has quite a few restaurants and campgrounds). This bear did some huffing sounds, typical of black bears and pounced on its front paws as a warning for me to stay away. No sounds whatsoever that could be construed as a growl, much less the ROAR we heard that day in the Maine woods.




BTW, here is the website that talks about black bear sounds and it has a video of two males fighting – weird noises, but nothing that could be described as a growl/roar : https://www.bear.org/website/bear-pages/black-bear/communication/64-do-black-bears-growl.html



And when you read the page it talks about growling as a sound one may attribute to black bears, doesn't sound much like growling to me. But as I said before this was a roaring sound – a very powerful roar from deep down.


Also, it says when you see a black bear on TV (or the movies) growl/roar, that sound is dubbed into the video, it's not actually the bears vocal sound, it's usually the sound of a wolf.




It was loud and very threatening sounding, very primal sound. And we thought it was a bear :oops:o_O
 
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Once when hitch-hiking home from Uni with a friend we finished up walking along an unlit mountain road. As we reached a point on it my friend turned to me and said "We have just passed that rock which is called The Devil's Pulpit, haven't we?"
Knowing the road well I had to say, "Yes, why?"
"I suddenly went as cold as ice!" said my mate.
The oddest thing of all was that I too had gone icy cold at exactly the same spot.
This by the way was in the middle of Summer so not likely to have been a patch of frost.
Very scary.
 
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Not sure this one is spooky, but 'tis worrying in a way.

The Oopsydiddlydandydees.


This morning when I came downstairs for my breakfast I found my favourite cup with a broken handle. It was not broken when I put it away. There was a puddle of water on the kitchen floor. That was not there when I went to bed either. Across the worktop was a line of sticky goo. I am sure I cleaned up properly before I went to bed. The drawer where we keep the knives forks and spoons was stuck shut. It opened easily enough last night.


We have had a bad attack of the Oopsydiddlydandydees, You have never seen or heard of them? That is because they are impossible to see or hear. You need to have a special pair of glasses before you can see them. The glasses have to be made by a left handed spectacle maker during the night of the last full moon in July. The glass itself has to be coloured with the juice of the fruit of the Bangolin tree.


The Bangolin tree is only found in the deepest part of the densest jungle in Burkoland. There is only one of them and it only has fruit on it once every fifty years.


You can only hear the Oopsydiddlydandydees if you have these glasses. If you could hear them you would hear their favourite cry.


"It wasn't me, honest guv!"


Sometimes they change this to "I didn't mean to do it, honest guv." They only say this if you catch them doing something.


As far as I know I have the only pair of these glasses in the world. I found the instructions for making them written on a piece of animal skin in the back of an ancient book. The book was called '70 Magic Tricks to Amaze your Caveman Friends.' All the tricks were just making rocks and pebbles appear and disappear.


I was given the fruit by that world famous lady explorer. Miss Amanderella Grotsnobbler.


Luckily the fruit stays fresh forever so I could still get some juice from it when I found the right kind of glasses maker.


You may be wondering what these Oopsydiddlydandydees look like. Well they have round bodies, rather like a table tennis ball and round heads like a slightly smaller table tennis ball. However, it may be the glasses which make them look round like this, but if I take off the glasses to make sure then I can no longer see them.


They are slightly pink in colour. However it may be the glasses which make them look like this, but if I take off the glasses I can no longer see them.


They are about this tall, certainly not as big as that. However it may be the glasses which make them look like this, but if I take off the glasses I can no longer see them.


They are about as wide as here, but not as wide as there. However it may be the glasses which make them look like this, but if I take off the glasses I can no longer see them.


Their voices are small and squeaky. However it may be the glasses which make them sound like this, but if I take off the glasses I can no longer hear them.


They love to live in houses where there are children. They like it even more if there are cats or dogs or ferrets or hamsters.


They really love it when there are children, dogs, cats, ferrets and hamsters all in the same house.


The oddest thing of all is that they do not mean to break things, spill things or do any of the other things that they do. They are just very, very nosy. They love to look at anything and everything. The trouble is that they have never learnt to look with their eyes and not their hands.


So, when I saw my broken cup, the pools of sticky goo and found that the knife drawer would not open, I knew straight away that we had Oopsydiddlydandydees in the house.


I went back upstairs to put on the Oopsydiddlydandydees glasses. I knew exactly where I had put them. They were not there. I opened every drawer and searched every cupboard. As you might expect, every drawer was stuck and would not open for me until I jerked the handle hard. Then the drawer opened so quickly that everything in it burst out.


The cupboards doors all jammed until I pulled really hard until they opened and everything inside fell out on to the floor.

I found the glasses in the Bathroom cabinet, behind a tube of toothpaste. The tube had, of course split open and the glasses were sat in a pool of minty stuff. I had to run the glasses under the tap and wipe off the paste on a towel before I could wear the glasses.


The bathroom was full of Oopsydiddlydandydees. They did not know that I could now see and hear them. The noise they made was deafening. All of them were running around shouting, "It wasn't me, honest guv." at the top of their voices. As they did they touched everything. Soon the bathroom was covered in toothpaste and soap. The taps began to drip and the roll of toilet paper slowly unwound itself from the holder.


Quickly I fled downstairs to the kitchen. It was full of Oopsydiddlydandydees. They were everywhere. They were touching everything. The syrup tin lid flew off and the syrup splashed all over the work top. A packet of flour toppled over and spilt into the syrup puddles. Somehow the tea towel managed to fall into the sink where it lay getting dripped on by a leaking tap.


There was a dreadful rattling from the knife drawer. I opened it and found that the spoons had got mixed up with the knives. The forks were mixed up with the spoons and knives.



I looked round for the brush and dustpan to begin cleaning up. It was not where it is kept. Somehow it had been put in the fridge. I took it out and tried to sweep the floor, but someone had loosened all the bristles so as I swept out they came.


Three of them were swimming in the cat's water bowl and throwing all the water out while six of them were busy emptying the cat's food on to the floor.


One of them was cutting a small slit in every teabag so that when I wanted to make myself a drink, the leaves would spill out into the cup'


Some more were rearranging the magnetic letters on the fridge door so that they spelt rude words.


Three of them were busy taking the sticky part off the notelets so that they would no longer stick to anything.


A lot of them were moving the things from one kitchen cupboard to another so that when we came to look for things they would all be in the wrong places.


All the time the Oopsydiddlydandydees shouted "It wasn't me, honest guv."


"But I can see you doing it," I said.


They stopped for a moment and their shouts changed to "I didn't mean to do it, honest guv." Then they carried on doing whatever they were doing before.


Before I could say or do anything, they all stopped and looked up in horror. The only thing which terrifies Oopsydiddlydandydees came down stairs. As soon as the kitchen door opened every single one of them disappeared.


She stood in the doorway, foot tapping, hands on hips, lips pursed. "What the…..?"


She refuses to wear the spectacles so she has never seen the Oopsydiddlydandydees and so she does not believe in them. Even if she did put the glasses on she would not see or hear them. As I said, they are terrified of her and hide. Oopsydiddlydandydees are very, very good at hiding.


They call her 'The monster with the vacuum cleaner.'


I could not think of anything to say other than "It wasn't me, honest, love."
 
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Love it , love it @Owdboggy..............I think I have the same phenomenon here too:D:ROFLMAO::D:ROFLMAO:......thanks for posting.....keep up the good work!!:)(y)
 
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Whoa..@JBtheExplorer..:eek:........ what do think it was......looked scary. Thanks for posting:)(y)
 

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Once I felt that something heavy and massive was resting on me and I could not move and I felt I was going to die.

I had had this experience 2 or 3 times. Then at uni, some medi guy said that this could be caused by our putting pressure on our nerve(s), nothing to do with ghost or death..

Ever after that, I never rest my arms on my body when I am in bed and it has never happened again.
 
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My other spooky happening was smelling my mother's perfume......after she had passed away and with definitely no other person around at the time.

It happen on Christmas Day the year my Mum died ( 7 mths after) when ... ( this sums up my Christmas :D:ROFLMAO::D:ROFLMAO:...sadly:LOL:).... I was outside in the garden emptying the dust bag of my hoover and the air around me became heavy with the scent of C K's Eternity perfume.....the perfume my Mum always wore. I turned round to see if anyone had entered my garden ( they hadn't.....our dead ended lane has only 6 houses spread out along it and is very quiet at the best of times, only the odd dog walkers, so on Xmas Day it was even more so!) and all I saw moving was a white feather that landed at my feet !!!!
 

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