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"For the time of the year Anything spooky ever happen to you Did any strange coincidences freak you out Do you see dead people
Tell us a tale that will sent shivers up our spines "Once upon a time.. I had joined a website that was full of fun, frolics and debauchery.. then when looking through the many delightful humans.. I came across a siblings profile.. I knew it was them for their face was on their profile. I was shocked, horrified! I instantly blocked them and hid my profile for a week… The End.. lol | |||
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"@_ealitybites I got goosebumps reading that. " Same...very spooky | |||
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"Mabey this isn't spooky but here goes....when we all about 12/13 one of our friends died tragically, the morning of the funeral in the cemetery this beautiful feather landed just beside the grave, we all took a look and couldn't figure out the type of bird... Over the year's we all went our separate ways and never really kept in contact i always thought about the feather and got it tattooed on my shoulder, found out over the year's all the friend group got the same tattoo done on either their shoulder or back..." That's absolutely Brilliant shows you's all thought the same way 🤗 did you ever figure out what kinda bird the feather was from? | |||
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" I said how my great uncle took his flat cap off and gave it to me a a gift and I finished the story by saying I went back to bed happy because he had died 10 years before I was born and it was good to chat to him." Mad story, and sorry to change the tone a bit but... I read this as his 'cat flap' instead of his 'flat cap'. Got as far as the third paragraph just thinking "why would someone take their cat flap off their door and hand it to a kid"  until you mentioned him wearing his cap... | |||
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"Mabey this isn't spooky but here goes....when we all about 12/13 one of our friends died tragically, the morning of the funeral in the cemetery this beautiful feather landed just beside the grave, we all took a look and couldn't figure out the type of bird... Over the year's we all went our separate ways and never really kept in contact i always thought about the feather and got it tattooed on my shoulder, found out over the year's all the friend group got the same tattoo done on either their shoulder or back... That's absolutely Brilliant shows you's all thought the same way 🤗 did you ever figure out what kinda bird the feather was from?" Whatever bird it came off it's on a Great Tit now! | |||
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"When I was 7 or 8 I wrote a story for homework about getting out of bed in the middle of the night and going outside where I had a chat with my great aunt and uncle who lived next door. I said how my great uncle took his flat cap off and gave it to me a a gift and I finished the story by saying I went back to bed happy because he had died 10 years before I was born and it was good to chat to him. That freaked the teacher out and she told my dad who was also freaked out because apparently the uncle hadn't been wearing his cap the week before he died and he told his wife he had given it to a young lad he met on the street. There was no way I could have known that. The other spooky part of the story was that less than a week later the great aunt died and when her daughter was going through her things she found a picture of her parents taken in the 1940s with her older brother who died when he was only 7. The brother was wearing his dad's cap and looked exactly like me. " Wow,also had the shivers reading this! | |||
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"I was telling this story yesterday bout Loftus hall took my daughter when she about 14. Went into tapestry room. She went mental screaming get my out. Once outsider a tour guide approached us asking was she OK. My daughter was petrified sweating, she said ' charles is in there' I was trying to calm her down saying it was OK. With that the tour guide told me Charles died in that room . I have to mention my daughter has autism knows no-one called Charles and really shows never being scared. We had to leave straight away as she was not staying...was told the tapestry room is the most haunted room in that house mediums have visited and got violently sick coming out.... she was petrified. If we ever drive near it she says no no it's scary. "OMG how mad is that! I've always thought autistic children had a different kinda sense (my eldest grandson) would have it bad 🤗 | |||
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"I was telling this story yesterday bout Loftus hall took my daughter when she about 14. Went into tapestry room. She went mental screaming get my out. Once outsider a tour guide approached us asking was she OK. My daughter was petrified sweating, she said ' charles is in there' I was trying to calm her down saying it was OK. With that the tour guide told me Charles died in that room . I have to mention my daughter has autism knows no-one called Charles and really shows never being scared. We had to leave straight away as she was not staying...was told the tapestry room is the most haunted room in that house mediums have visited and got violently sick coming out.... she was petrified. If we ever drive near it she says no no it's scary.
OMG how mad is that! I've always thought autistic children had a different kinda sense (my eldest grandson) would have it bad 🤗"Isn't that supposed to be the most haunted place in Ireland? 🙈 | |||
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"I was telling this story yesterday bout Loftus hall took my daughter when she about 14. " I would be a sceptic person in gernal but that place has a completely different vibe to it. It's a pity it's not open to the public anymore... | |||
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"I was telling this story yesterday bout Loftus hall took my daughter when she about 14. I would be a sceptic person in gernal but that place has a completely different vibe to it. It's a pity it's not open to the public anymore..." would you believe it's opening up as a five star hotel called ladyville. Like I wouldn't stay there if you payed me | |||
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"Woke up one night sweat dripping off my head. I was lying on the flat of my back. My room was pitch black. I felt like I wasn't alone in the room. I tried sitting up. I couldn't move. Not a muscle. I tried to speak. Nothing. I got so freaked out. My heart was pounding in my chest. I could hear my voice in my head screaming but I wasn't making a sound. I lay there for what seemed like hours but was probably minutes before finally the presence I felt seemed to dissipate. I jumped out of the bed and ran out of the room. Couldn't explain it then and can't explain it to this day" Scary stuff....  | |||
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"Woke up one night sweat dripping off my head. I was lying on the flat of my back. My room was pitch black. I felt like I wasn't alone in the room. I tried sitting up. I couldn't move. Not a muscle. I tried to speak. Nothing. I got so freaked out. My heart was pounding in my chest. I could hear my voice in my head screaming but I wasn't making a sound. I lay there for what seemed like hours but was probably minutes before finally the presence I felt seemed to dissipate. I jumped out of the bed and ran out of the room. Couldn't explain it then and can't explain it to this day Scary stuff.... "Was the most freaked out I've been in my life | |||
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"Woke up one night sweat dripping off my head. I was lying on the flat of my back. My room was pitch black. I felt like I wasn't alone in the room. I tried sitting up. I couldn't move. Not a muscle. I tried to speak. Nothing. I got so freaked out. My heart was pounding in my chest. I could hear my voice in my head screaming but I wasn't making a sound. I lay there for what seemed like hours but was probably minutes before finally the presence I felt seemed to dissipate. I jumped out of the bed and ran out of the room. Couldn't explain it then and can't explain it to this day Scary stuff....
Was the most freaked out I've been in my life"Have you been in the room since? | |||
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"I was telling this story yesterday bout Loftus hall took my daughter when she about 14. I would be a sceptic person in gernal but that place has a completely different vibe to it. It's a pity it's not open to the public anymore...would you believe it's opening up as a five star hotel called ladyville. Like I wouldn't stay there if you payed me " I've booked a room for the two of ye | |||
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"I was telling this story yesterday bout Loftus hall took my daughter when she about 14. I would be a sceptic person in gernal but that place has a completely different vibe to it. It's a pity it's not open to the public anymore...would you believe it's opening up as a five star hotel called ladyville. Like I wouldn't stay there if you payed me I've booked a room for the two of ye "lol you can take my place.  | |||
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"Woke up one night sweat dripping off my head. I was lying on the flat of my back. My room was pitch black. I felt like I wasn't alone in the room. I tried sitting up. I couldn't move. Not a muscle. I tried to speak. Nothing. I got so freaked out. My heart was pounding in my chest. I could hear my voice in my head screaming but I wasn't making a sound. I lay there for what seemed like hours but was probably minutes before finally the presence I felt seemed to dissipate. I jumped out of the bed and ran out of the room. Couldn't explain it then and can't explain it to this day" Google “sleep paralysis” | |||
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"Woke up one night sweat dripping off my head. I was lying on the flat of my back. My room was pitch black. I felt like I wasn't alone in the room. I tried sitting up. I couldn't move. Not a muscle. I tried to speak. Nothing. I got so freaked out. My heart was pounding in my chest. I could hear my voice in my head screaming but I wasn't making a sound. I lay there for what seemed like hours but was probably minutes before finally the presence I felt seemed to dissipate. I jumped out of the bed and ran out of the room. Couldn't explain it then and can't explain it to this day Google “sleep paralysis” " I had this once...trying to scream and no noise came out after waking from a nightmare when I thought there was someone in the room with me. It was the scariest feeling. Only for the milkman clanking bottles outside that jolted me and made me able to move. | |||
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"I was telling this story yesterday bout Loftus hall took my daughter when she about 14. I would be a sceptic person in gernal but that place has a completely different vibe to it. It's a pity it's not open to the public anymore...would you believe it's opening up as a five star hotel called ladyville. Like I wouldn't stay there if you payed me " Yeah I heard that.. 👀 If I'm paying for 5 star treatment, not a chance I want some visitors from the other side trying to gate crash my luxury moments 👻😱 | |||
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"I was telling this story yesterday bout Loftus hall took my daughter when she about 14. I would be a sceptic person in gernal but that place has a completely different vibe to it. It's a pity it's not open to the public anymore...would you believe it's opening up as a five star hotel called ladyville. Like I wouldn't stay there if you payed me I've booked a room for the two of ye "Fab paranormal experience, bringing ghosted to a new level 👻🤣 | |||
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"In the mid 80s I was installing equipment in a well known pub in Belfast city centre. The assistant manager was helping me carry it upstairs. He was walking backwards holding one end and halfway up he dropped it completely, screamed in a high pitched voice and ran off leaving me stuck on the stairway. The manager heard the commotion and came to see what was going on and was able to help me the rest of the way. Then we both went looking for the other guy and found him hiding in a cubicle in the gents shaking like a leaf. When he calmed down he said a woman in a white dress had walked out of the wall on my right hand side, passed between us and through the equipment and went through the wall on the other side. I hadn't seen a thing but the manager went and got a picture that was hanging in the lounge. It was an old blueprint of the premises from the early 1800s and it showed that there had been 2 doorways there before the stairs were installed. Some of the older staff members and a few customers had apparently seen the woman at different times over the years. " It wasn't your great aunt by any chance? | |||
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"@_ealitybites I got goosebumps reading that. " You and me both 😮 | |||
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"When I was 11 my grand aunt who I was very close too, as she had no children or grandchildren of her own, passed away the might she when into hospital a lot of my family were called in to say goodbye, I went to bed that night with most of my family gone into the hospital at the time I didn't know she was in hospital, my family didn't want to worry me and my sister. Later that night in the early hours I woke to find her sitting on the end of my bed, not unsual as normally on a Saturday morning after returning from shopping in town she would call to see me and my sister and always had some form of treat for us. I remember her distinctly saying to me to go back asleep and that everything will be fine. I woke hours later and everyone had returned from the hospital and broke the news that she had passed away during the night. I never told my family about that night weather it was a dream or a real visit i think she did come to say goodby in some form. " That's a lovely story 🤗 and I'm glad you experienced that so it would give you some closure!! I always say it's not the dead we have to worry about 🥰 | |||
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"On a quiet hill in the Irish countryside stood an old, crumbling stone cottage. A century had passed since its last inhabitant, and its roof sagged under thick, wild ivy. But on one crisp autumn evening,I as a young boy wandered up to it, drawn by a dare. My friends had teased m, saying I wouldn’t be brave enough to spend the night there. They had told me of the old woman who once lived there, a woman who, it was whispered, could never find rest. When I stepped inside, the air was thick with dust and cold as winter. The sun had just set, casting the small room in eerie shadows. I peered into the corners, half-expecting to see some sign of the long-gone woman—a whisper, perhaps, or a faint footprint. But there was nothing but silence and cobwebs. In the far corner of the room, I spotted an old iron-framed bed, covered with a thin, brittle sheet. It looked impossibly clean, untouched by the dirt that filled the rest of the cottage. I felt my heart hammering with a mix of fear and excitement as i moved toward it. I figured I could rest there, just for a moment, before running back to town to tell my friends I had spent the night in the haunted house. The moment I lay down, I felt a strange warmth envelop me. It was comforting, like a soft woolen blanket draped over me. I closed my eyes, letting my guard down just for a moment. But that was when i felt it—the weight of another body sinking into the bed beside me. I shot upright, my heart pounding, and looked around the room. There was no one there. Just shadows dancing on the walls. Trying to convince myself it was my imagination, i lay back down, this time curling up on my side. I squeezed my eyes shut, willing myself to sleep. But just as i began to drift off, i felt something—something cold and bony—pressing down on my shoulder. With a gasp, I sat up, only to see her. The old woman, her face withered and gray, sat at the edge of the bed, looking right at me. Her eyes were deep, hollow pits, yet somehow they seemed to stare straight into my soul. She didn’t speak, didn’t move; she simply sat there, as if she’d been waiting for me for a very long time. “Who... who are you?” I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper. The woman’s mouth stretched into a wide, unsettling smile, showing teeth that were jagged and black. “You’re in my bed,” she croaked, her voice like the creaking of old wood. “I’ve waited so long... for someone to join me.” I scrambled backward, but the bed felt like it was swallowing me, pulling me toward her. I tried to scream, but no sound came out. The walls of the room seemed to twist and darken, as if the cottage were closing in around us. The last thing I saw was the old woman reaching for me, her icy fingers brushing my face. The next morning, my friends returned, expecting to find me bragging about my courage. But the cottage was empty—no sign of me, save for the faint outline of a body on the old bed, pressed into the dust like a shadow. And every now and then, on quiet Irish nights, people say you can see a young boy peering out from the cottage window, his eyes wide with terror, forever bound to the old woman’s bed and remembering his first pegging experience. " OMG that's scary stuff!! | |||
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"Dionycus Did you give her a veri "No , she gave me one Bog | |||
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