Spooky horse tales for halloween

We used to live in an old farmhouse, there were a few things at happened that I put down to my imagination at first, I was in a room at the top of the house with one set of stairs to my room only. A few nights I woke up to see loads of flashing lights in the room, there were blackout blinds in place, the room was always freezing and I used to say it was blowing a gale in there, it felt like there was a whirlwind sometimes!

I stayed away with my bf and came back once to hear my mum and brother talking about the night before, my mum was in the loo (at the bottom of the stairs under my room) and heard someone walking up the stairs, across my room and ending in the cupboard. It wasn't until she mentioned it that my brother said the same thing had happened to him, he had actually gone upstairs and checked the cupboard and there was nothing there.

When we moved out my dad went into the room to check it was empty, he walked in and someone said 'hello' he said he left the house quite quickly after that!

As an aside I had my horse pts a month ago, I was desperate to know he was ok, as you are and asked him to give me a sign. The night he was pts the sky was the most amazing, beautiful display of orange and red, I've never seen anything like it - I think it was him. My friend sent me a picture of the sky over his field and there is he shape of a horses head in the clouds, it's the most amazing thing I've ever seen. I heard him too the next day when I went to get my mare, I miss him more than anything
 
Nessa4 said:
Not horsey but.... have just spent 20 mins looking for my car keys (not on the hook I *always* keep it on), including completely emptying my handbag. In the end I stood in the middle of the room and said, loudly, "Please put them back Geoff, I've got to go to Fat Club". Lo and behold, the damn thing turned up on top of my handbag. Couldn't possibly have missed them earlier. This happens a lot and I always have to appeal to Geoff. He was my Husband, and died nearly 5 years ago. He always had a warped sense of humour.

ETA I do find it quite comforting to still have him around - and he actually spoke to me when I was ruminating about buying a horse 3 years ago encouraging me to go ahead. Despite the fact that he was terrified of horses when alive!!
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I don't know why but this made me go "awwwww"... I like Geoff.
 
I love all the stories of horses returning but it saddens me that non of my old horses have returned despite us still being on the same land, although our fields were very active in WW1 and the land infront of ours was actually an old Italian prisoner of war camp and whilst many think it feels very eerie I find it a wonderfully peaceful place but then I grew up playing there with my siblings so it's part of home to us, I have never felt or seen any past presence, we do however have a bloody annoying ghost in our house, who I always felt was a female but my 2yr old daughter who regularly chats away to it assures me it's a man!!? It takes things and never returns them, launched a full can of tuna off the kitchen worktop to the backdoor, nobody was in there we were all on the sofa (house is totally open plan) and one of those small tubs of valentine off the mantlepiece across the room spinning in the air like when you skim stones in a lake right infant of us and once pulled the radiator cover off the wall and rammed it in my foot (must of been having a bad day or maybe that was jst something of freak accident?) it also turns the TV over, volume up and down and winds the poor dog up so somewhat of a prankster rather than sinister
 
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rowan666 said:
I love all the stories of horses returning but it saddens me that non of my old horses have returned despite us still being on the same land, although our fields were very active in WW1 and the land infront of ours was actually an old Italian prisoner of war camp and whilst many think it feels very eerie I find it a wonderfully peaceful place but then I grew up playing there with my siblings so it's part of home to us, I have never felt or seen any past presence, we do however have a bloody annoying ghost in our house, who I always felt was a female but my 2yr old daughter who regularly chats away to it assures me it's a man!!? It takes things and never returns them, launched a full can of tuna off the kitchen worktop to the backdoor, nobody was in there we were all on the sofa (house is totally open plan) and one of those small tubs of valentine off the mantlepiece across the room spinning in the air like when you skim stones in a lake right infant of us and once pulled the radiator cover off the wall and rammed it in my foot (must of been having a bad day or maybe that was jst something of freak accident?) it also turns the TV over, volume up and down and winds the poor dog up so somewhat of a prankster rather than sinister
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What an annoying ghost! Talk about attention seeking!!Sounds like my friend s ghost.. she got so fed up one day she just shouted (on advice of another friend) "don't be afraid, I know you're there, don't worry you can go now, I'm looking after things here"... nothing since..
 
tallyho! said:
This for some reason reminded me of someone who told me that we have guardians... I'm slightly purturbed!
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I was introduced to a physic in a pub couple of years ago. He came out with a load of stuff that was all correct.

He also said there was an old gentleman watching over me. Physic said he goes by the name william, but his name isn't william. My great grandfather was called john William, and for some unknown reason seemed to use William in old age
 
Oooh -good thread! The ghostly 'lodger' who seems to inhabit my bedroom and bathroom has taken up turning the bathroom lights on (spotlights) in the middle of the night, which is very annoying - his (or hers) other activities include clumping up and down the landing and stairs, knocking and tapping from the inside of the wardrobe. When my kids were small they wouldn't go into the bathroom at all - and now they're grown up they'll only go in there if they really have to. I've stopped finding it scary now, just more annoying at times.
 
fatpiggy said:
I really envy you lucky people who have had glimpses of your loved and lost animals. Today is the third anniversary of the death of my beautiful old mare but I have never had so much as a sign, and we were so close. The day after she had gone I went for a walk down a local canal towpath. I was crying and hoping beyond hope that I would glimpse her out of the corner of my eye, and I called and called to her, but nothing...
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I feel the same too fatpiggy. All those years ago I saw the 'white thing' which, according to a villager, is a pony ghost, yet I've not seen my boy, who was the apple of my eye from the day he was born up until I lost him. There are just 2 little things that have happened since I lost him:

I'm sure I heard him do his 'food whicker' one day, about 2 months after I lost him. I was in the kitchen, which faces his stable and was making my way to the kitchen door to go out and feed the stray cat at the paddock, when I heard his distinct low 'dirty laugh'. My husband was with me and I automatically looked at him to see if he had heard it too, but he didn't react, so I kept quiet about it.

The second thing is the outline of my horse's head that has appeared in the wood panel staining on the stable wall. It has his roman nose and the black spot in the corner of his mouth. The other panels on the walls are cut from the same wood, as they each have matching knot stains, but this one panel on the back wall has the horse's head shape. A similar thing happened on the wood panels at the back of the single bay to the field shelter which my boy used to use (there are two other bays that were used for storage). The wood stains in 'his' bay all looked like little animals - rabbits, deer, a bird, a frog... I mentioned it to my husband, who thought I was quite mad at imagining such a stupid thing. He went to look for himself, comparing the other 2 bays with my horse's field shelter bay... he was quite surprised and liked the deer the best:-) Sadly, the field shelter animals are all but faded away now, but the horse's head in the stable remains.
 
Cobbytype, I think your boy is still there for you.

I don't have anything animal related to tell, and I've posted about various experiences I've had before on here in previous threads, but someone further up said something about boundary stones or road signs... This has reminded me that our field neighbour says that on All Hallows' Eve a witch is seen crouched on top of a small boulder (this particular Boulder has a trig point bolt on it), I'd love to find out more about this!
 
I have seen things that at the time seemed normal but reflecting afterwards were strange.Driving home one afternoon several years ago,lovely day,saw a girl on a horse,she was in a bikini top,flared jeans,bareback and riding a chestnut horse in a halter down a busy road.I waved at her as I slowed down and she smiled a lovely smile.I never saw her again or her horse.I later rented a field from a couple who's daughter had died from breast cancer too young and had kept her horses on the same field.I got to know a woman at work who's daughter had been friends with the girl who died so I told her about this girl and horse I had seen and asked her if this sounded like the girl and did she ride bareback with ño hat etc etc.She said yes.I do wonder now what I actua
lly saw,a time slip perhaps?
I was also riding with a friend,coming down an old track off the mountain,I live inSouth Mid Wales,and a sheepdog ran up to us barking so we stopped.An elderly man in old fashioned gear was walking up the track leading a pony with a child.The little girl had on a blue vevet jacket and hat,old fashioned jodphurs and just looked out of place and time.We both thought it was odd and we have both never seen them again or recognised the pony anywhere.Again,a timeslip perhaps?Oh,they did seem to walk past us with the dog!
 
Ooo really enjoying reading these, even though I am a massive scaredy cat normally! I don't have any experiences to add but the idea of a loved animal coming back is lovely.

The only thing I do have to add was just before I left to go on my Gold DofE expedition about 6 years ago, I felt a real need to cuddle our family dog, rather than the normal stroke and quick cuddle before I left. That day I felt a real NEED to give her some love, despite my dad shouting at me from the car to hurry up. She was sadly put to sleep whilst I was away on my expedition. She gave the best cuddles as would wrap her head around your neck, so glad I chose to act on my instinct.

Not necessarily spooky, but on a number of occasions I've had random dreams, thought nothing of them or even told them to a friend and then had them happen in real life. They are normally completely meaningless moments of mundane things, but the feeling of having seen it before is a little weird. Yes it could be just deja vu, but on occasion I really remember having the dream.
 
Not horsey I'm afraid, but thought i'd join in.

For several years I worked in a building which was said to be haunted. In the 60's a man took this photo of our staircase, when it came back from being developed this was on it, despite it being empty at the time.

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Lots of people have had spooky occurances there. There was a man who worked there shortly before I started who saw a woman walk into a closed room and then refused to work in there again.

While I was there, there was a lady who claimed to be psychic. She said there were several ghosts of children (the building had been a naval school for orphans) and the ghost of a dwarf - Jeffery who had been the pet and favourite of Queen Henrietta Maria - he was not a nice man apparently, either in life or death.

I had several odd experiences there, I stayed there for a halloween sleepover once and we had a "seance", the other end from the room where we did this had been decorated with lots of anamatronic things, doorbells that played "thriller" a maniquin that reacted to movement around him, things that cackled if you shook them etc.

Anyway, as we did the procedure they all went off at the same time, flashing and talking and making respective noises. Several people (thankfully not me!!) said that cold little hands were touching them.
A couple of times that night, the light went on and off.

Another time I was sitting with a fellow walker talking, the last visitors had been admitted and we were waiting for the announcement to close up, we distinctly heard someone walk across the wooden floorboards but no one was in the room with us. We left that room pretty sharpish!

The House had originally been designed as a H shape and then enclosed in, the Orangery was at the back of the building. You could only really access it from a staircase unless you had a key to let you out, across the walkway (an old disused road) and then into the main building.

As such it was quite isolated, and lonely as few visitors would find their way. I'd sit and read, do crosswords etc, and perhaps see 40 visitors a day.

My OH refused to visit me in there. He claimed that he couldn't breathe in there and once when walking around, he saw someone standing by a fireplace in one of the other rooms.

One day I was stood staring out of the fire escape door into the park. I became aware of a man stood behind me and thought a visitor had made their way down.

Eager for someone to talk to I turned around. The man was dressed in very old fashioned clothes. You know the kind you imagine Mr Darcy to ear? Tight trousers that end by the knee, and white stockings.

For some reason I took this as completely normal and went to say hello.

The man smiled and simply melted away....

I've had other experiences but nothing as odd as what I experienced in that house.


Sorry that got quite long!!
 
Karran said:
Not horsey I'm afraid, but thought i'd join in.

For several years I worked in a building which was said to be haunted. In the 60's a man took this photo of our staircase, when it came back from being developed this was on it, despite it being empty at the time.

ghost_on_stairs_lg.jpg


Lots of people have had spooky occurances there. There was a man who worked there shortly before I started who saw a woman walk into a closed room and then refused to work in there again.

While I was there, there was a lady who claimed to be psychic. She said there were several ghosts of children (the building had been a naval school for orphans) and the ghost of a dwarf - Jeffery who had been the pet and favourite of Queen Henrietta Maria - he was not a nice man apparently, either in life or death.

I had several odd experiences there, I stayed there for a halloween sleepover once and we had a "seance", the other end from the room where we did this had been decorated with lots of anamatronic things, doorbells that played "thriller" a maniquin that reacted to movement around him, things that cackled if you shook them etc.

Anyway, as we did the procedure they all went off at the same time, flashing and talking and making respective noises. Several people (thankfully not me!!) said that cold little hands were touching them.
A couple of times that night, the light went on and off.

Another time I was sitting with a fellow walker talking, the last visitors had been admitted and we were waiting for the announcement to close up, we distinctly heard someone walk across the wooden floorboards but no one was in the room with us. We left that room pretty sharpish!

The House had originally been designed as a H shape and then enclosed in, the Orangery was at the back of the building. You could only really access it from a staircase unless you had a key to let you out, across the walkway (an old disused road) and then into the main building.

As such it was quite isolated, and lonely as few visitors would find their way. I'd sit and read, do crosswords etc, and perhaps see 40 visitors a day.

My OH refused to visit me in there. He claimed that he couldn't breathe in there and once when walking around, he saw someone standing by a fireplace in one of the other rooms.

One day I was stood staring out of the fire escape door into the park. I became aware of a man stood behind me and thought a visitor had made their way down.

Eager for someone to talk to I turned around. The man was dressed in very old fashioned clothes. You know the kind you imagine Mr Darcy to ear? Tight trousers that end by the knee, and white stockings.

For some reason I took this as completely normal and went to say hello.

The man smiled and simply melted away....

I've had other experiences but nothing as odd as what I experienced in that house.


Sorry that got quite long!!
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Wow! I read this with the amazement of how brave you are... I'd have long gone at the merest squeak of a floorboard and would never have returned... I'm in some sort of paadox where, I find myself deeply interested in spooky stuff, yet utterly petrified at the thought of ever seeing a spectre with my own eyes.. (my friends horse was an exception as he didn't look like a ghost and I thought he was alive at the time!!).
 
tallyho! said:
Wow! I read this with the amazement of how brave you are... I'd have long gone at the merest squeak of a floorboard and would never have returned... I'm in some sort of paadox where, I find myself deeply interested in spooky stuff, yet utterly petrified at the thought of ever seeing a spectre with my own eyes.. (my friends horse was an exception as he didn't look like a ghost and I thought he was alive at the time!!).
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Ha! To be honest, I tried not to think about it, I was only really scared the night of the halloween sleepover, I'd feel uneasy in myself in the Orangery but as long as I kept myself busy I'd not have time to think about anything there with me. The worst times were in the winter when you were in the dark and alone for that last hour before going home. I couldn't get the shutters closed quick enough!!

I try to remain sceptical and scientific about these things but strange things have happened to me and the OH which make us wonder what is really going on out there. His Mother reckons that his dead Granddad saved him as a child, when we first moved in together we lived in a place where there was a ghost tabby cat and a man who wore a top hat (I never liked being in the flat alone) One time someone threw a heavy glass cocktail pitcher across our kitchen...

That place always had a horrible air about it where as the building where I worked felt normal most of the time...
 
Optimissteeq said:
When I was a teenager I used to help out at a local(ish) riding school in return for free rides. The riding school was essentially the house, which was a converted church and some fields, one of which was fenced off to make an arena. The yard owner had 2 dogs, a Yorkshire Terrier and a Great Dane (odd mix I know)The yard was located high up on the Staffordshire Moolands so it often got foggy in the cooler months.
One such foggy Saturday, the yard owner announced that they were going into town to get some provisions and would be about an hour or so. This meant leaving myself and another teenager girl behind to catch in five of the ponies, bring them into the paddock nearest to the house and tie them up to hitching posts to groom them ready for lessons later that day. Ponies were duly caught, and tied up with access to haynets, the fog had gotten a lot thicker, so much so that i couldn't see the other girl who was only a few feet away. As we walked away from the ponies to get the grooming kits, they started to neigh and fidget about, but I couldn't see what was upsetting them. 'Maybe it's a ghost' said the other girl 'I've heard churches are haunted' and with that she ran into the house leaving me outside . Not being the bravest of souls, I followed with the intention of hiding behind the Great Dane in the lounge, but she hadn't beaten me to it.
Safely ensconced in the living room (me brandishing the Yorkshire Terrier), we could hear movement outside of the house/church in the form of someone crunching on the gravel outside the window. Ponies were still being agitated outside but I wasn't going to go and look. Being teenage girls, we had, at this point, convinced ourselves that there was an evil spirit lurking outside in the fog. Things then got a little more hairy when we heard the big wooden front door of the church open and then footsteps approaching via the hallway and coming towards the living room where we were hiding behind the dogs. The dogs were now growling and all four of us were looking at the living room door when the footsteps stopped. The door stayed close and we heard no other noise other than the growling of the dogs. After a few minutes I was urged to go and open the door, so I tried to take the Great Dane with me, but he wouldn't budge, so instead I held the Yorkie out in front of me and open the lounge door...to find nothing there.
We were actually so scared, that we stayed in the lounge until the yard owner returned and found us cowering on the sofa. The yard owner did suspect the house was haunted as there had been some unexplained 'happenings' since they had moved in, but nothing sinister so she was happy to share her house with the 'spirit'. She was rather bemused to find us behaving like a couple of scaredy cats and pulled our legs relentlessly for several week afterwards.
I am not sure if I actually believe in ghosts, but I can't explain what happened that day.
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I would love to know where in the Moorlands? I have been racking my brains - high up? Grindon, Butterton, Morridge, Flash, Sheen?
 
A boy I went to school with had what his family called the "ghost" room in their house. It was off the landing at the very top of their stairs and was basically a little locked door and a cobweb covered window which was over the middle of the stairwell. They didn't have a key for the door and it was impossible to see in the window because of the lean out over the gap, the cobwebs and the dark on the other side. The whole time they had lived there they had never been in the room and had no inclination to find out what was behind the door. Not sure I could live there not knowing what was in there myself but it was very creepy!
 
lrw0250 said:
A boy I went to school with had what his family called the "ghost" room in their house. It was off the landing at the very top of their stairs and was basically a little locked door and a cobweb covered window which was over the middle of the stairwell. They didn't have a key for the door and it was impossible to see in the window because of the lean out over the gap, the cobwebs and the dark on the other side. The whole time they had lived there they had never been in the room and had no inclination to find out what was behind the door. Not sure I could live there not knowing what was in there myself but it was very creepy!
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There's no way I could have lived there without getting in a locksmith to open that door!

Tallyho! - I'm like you in that I'm fascinated with all this stuff, but not sure how I would cope with anything properly happening to me. I am a very logical and practical person, and am sure some things could be explained away. But, as someone else said earlier in this thread, there are just too many down to earth, clear-thinking folks that have nothing to achieve by relating their experiences.

It may be that once we pass, that's it, but I prefer to think there's a bit more afterwards if we want it/need it. Having said that, if every creature that ever walked on this earth stayed to haunt it, it would be very crowded!
 
What a great thread.
I lived in an old haunted farmhouse for years and got used to doors rattling, lights turning on, sound of dogs pattering around - when we never let our dogs in the house - and so on. One morning many years ago I was going cubbing early with a friend. She had stabled her horse overnight with us and got up before me to get her horse ready. When I went out to do my horse she asked what I had been doing.
She had just spoken to a person walking around the horses wearing an old fashioned long white riding mac. She was pretty spooked when I said that I'd only just walked out to the yard and there were only the two of us there.
Actually so much happened there I could write a book about that house I think!
 
I was once driving to the stables, along a narrow country lane, and as I was approaching a blind bend, a male voice shouted "slow down", I slammed on in shock (as there was only me in the car), and another car came flying round the corner towards me on my side of the road...

thank you to whoever was looking out for me that day..
 
On new years eve 2011 my Grandma passed away peacefully in her sleep, in the 'breakfast room' of my house, where we had put a bed for her as she was very poorly and couldn't walk with out aid etc. My friends stayed over the following summer to sit as we where at a family wedding and stayed overnight. Both my friends saw grandma sitting in our front room with a big welcoming smile on her face, whilst they where here. One of them had not met her before she passed so was freaked out, the other had and explained who it was to him. I haven't seen her, but I do feel her around me and have dreamt of her on the eve of her anniversary, almost as though she is letting me know she's watching over me. She was my best friend and when I was young I made her promise to never leave me. It seems she I keeping her promise.
 
I lost my 15yr old daughter and she had been the horsey one. But I was left with her Welsh Cob to look after and got the bug big style. About 3 yrs later he went lame and I bought another one. Putting her lad on loan to someone who only wanted to hack
obviously I was a little worried what she would think but I so desperately wanted to do more.
The first night I had him i had a very vivid dream that she was at the stables with my new horse. Brushing and petting him she had another young girl with her and I could see her face clearly, but I know I had never seen her before.
. I can remember saying "don't you dare ride him"
of course later I felt quite guilty for saying it
 
Karran said:
Not horsey I'm afraid, but thought i'd join in.

For several years I worked in a building which was said to be haunted. In the 60's a man took this photo of our staircase, when it came back from being developed this was on it, despite it being empty at the time.

ghost_on_stairs_lg.jpg


Lots of people have had spooky occurances there. There was a man who worked there shortly before I started who saw a woman walk into a closed room and then refused to work in there again.

While I was there, there was a lady who claimed to be psychic. She said there were several ghosts of children (the building had been a naval school for orphans) and the ghost of a dwarf - Jeffery who had been the pet and favourite of Queen Henrietta Maria - he was not a nice man apparently, either in life or death.

I had several odd experiences there, I stayed there for a halloween sleepover once and we had a "seance", the other end from the room where we did this had been decorated with lots of anamatronic things, doorbells that played "thriller" a maniquin that reacted to movement around him, things that cackled if you shook them etc.

Anyway, as we did the procedure they all went off at the same time, flashing and talking and making respective noises. Several people (thankfully not me!!) said that cold little hands were touching them.
A couple of times that night, the light went on and off.

Another time I was sitting with a fellow walker talking, the last visitors had been admitted and we were waiting for the announcement to close up, we distinctly heard someone walk across the wooden floorboards but no one was in the room with us. We left that room pretty sharpish!

The House had originally been designed as a H shape and then enclosed in, the Orangery was at the back of the building. You could only really access it from a staircase unless you had a key to let you out, across the walkway (an old disused road) and then into the main building.

As such it was quite isolated, and lonely as few visitors would find their way. I'd sit and read, do crosswords etc, and perhaps see 40 visitors a day.

My OH refused to visit me in there. He claimed that he couldn't breathe in there and once when walking around, he saw someone standing by a fireplace in one of the other rooms.

One day I was stood staring out of the fire escape door into the park. I became aware of a man stood behind me and thought a visitor had made their way down.

Eager for someone to talk to I turned around. The man was dressed in very old fashioned clothes. You know the kind you imagine Mr Darcy to ear? Tight trousers that end by the knee, and white stockings.

For some reason I took this as completely normal and went to say hello.

The man smiled and simply melted away....

I've had other experiences but nothing as odd as what I experienced in that house.


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You were lucky to work in that lovely old building. The photo I'm afraid has long been known to be a fake - it is simply a very long exposure of one person walking up the stairs and by the way the person overlays himself, you get the effect of a cowled monk. However, although it is fake, it is believed to be accidental and the person walking up the stairs was a member of staff at the time and just wasn't seen by the photographer.
 
This is very true :) I - as said like to try and stay sensible about these things - but felt it worth adding to the story. I don't believe that there's a monk or whatever its supposed to be going up the stairs as the building was never used for that.
To the best of my knowledge that photo has never been truely debunked though but it is entirely possible that as you say its a problem with exposure or during development.

I like to think that the footsteps we heard were just the sounds of wood expanding and contracting, and I'm sure its just as easy to put it down to overactive imaginations me seeing someone.

I don't know what set off the gadgets, and I don't know why lots of visitors came saying someone had poked them or they'd seen/heard children in empty rooms.

Either way its a nice spooky story for Halloween :)
 
I don’t have a horsey ghost story but I have had a few weird goings on. I used to babysit for a couple with 2 young daughters who lived in a very old house. When I first used to go there, I’d often feel uncomfortable in this one living room but nothing much came of it. A few months later the couple added a massive extension to the house which was built on an area that used to be there garden. One night, fairly late, I heard as clear as day a child laughing from the kitchen (which was now open plan with the room that I used to feel uncomfortable in) which was the next room along from where I was sitting. I got up and went upstairs to tell the children off for getting out of bed late and playing to find them both sound asleep. I was massively freaked out by this and had no explanation of it because I knew I had heard a child. I babysat there quite regularly and after this more things kept happening – I’d hear the laughing, toys would suddenly burst into life and start making noise, and interestingly, the baby that I looked after would often wake up crying and then she’d suddenly start laughing as if someone was comforting her, before I’d had a chance to reach her. It used to really freak me out and I began to really dread the couple asking me to babysit for them. Eventually, I spoke to the lady who owned the house about this and she’d experienced similar things but hadn’t mentioned it to me in case it scared me! Anyway, she’d done some research and had found out that a young child had died in the house many years ago and was supposedly buried under the area where they’d built the extension. We realised that this had obviously disturbed the child and she now came back to play and get up to mischief. For some reason, this comforted me a bit as I realised she wasn’t there to scare me or do anything bad, so I learnt to live with it. The child would often come back to play when I was there and sometimes she’d get a bit too much and I’d just say ‘come on now it’s late, go to bed’ and it would quieten down. The lady who owned the house would also turn the spare bed back and tell her to go to bed (when she was really playing up) and again, she would and the weird things would stop. I think the spirit was always there in the room I used to feel weird in, but she never truly came out until the extension went up. I also never seen the child, but the presence was definitely there and I swear to this day that I heard a proper child’s laugh that first night I heard her.
In a separate story, my mum used to rent a yard at an old farm where the farmer’s daughter had been into horses but had died in a tragic accident. There were 3 stables in the yard that had specifically been the daughter’s that she’d painted with murals of her horses. My mum said any time she put horses in these stables they would never settle and would just pace around all night so eventually she stopped using them. The yard also had 2 tackrooms, one which was the daughters and a general yard one. The daughters tack room hadn’t been touched since the day she died and if anyone ever went in there, rosettes would randomly fall of the board and tack would be moved around from a different place it last was. A friend of my mum’s was driving up the long drive approaching the yard one day and seen a girl walking across the yard. When she seen my mum she asked who was with her and my mum was confused as she was there alone. After some digging, they found out the girl that mum’s friend had seen had been the farmer’s daughter who died. She used to wear green hunter wellies, jeans and a bomber jacket apparently, and was seen a few times just wandering around. In the end, they stopped using any of her stuff as weird things would happen and she was obviously telling them that she didn’t want it using, which I think is quite fair enough!

My final ghost story is from a place I used to work. It was an old coaching inn which was now a pub and hotel. There was a picture in the bar of the original landlord of the coaching in which was screwed to the wall. Apparently, in the past, every time that this picture had been moved, the hotel had either suffered a fire or had flooded, and so much was this threat, that the picture was now permanently screwed to the wall, never to be moved again. In the small holding kitchen on the first floor of the building, we’d often have bread rolls jumping out of a box and landing on the floor, cutlery dropping on to the floor and stuff just generally being moved around and thrown down. I didn’t work there long but the staff that had been there a long time had lots of spooky tales to tell. The place is actually also a famous Leicestershire ghost haunt, and if you look up the Three Swans Hotel in Market Harborough, there are lots of spooky tales to be read about it.
 
Some lovely spooky stories!

I don't have any horsey ones to share but I used to work in kennels and I used to experience all sorts of ghostly going ons during my Sunday evening shift. We would feed the dogs at 5pm and once we feed them, we close the blocks, have a tea break and come back to put them out for their last toilet break before we left at 9:30pm. Each block is a long corridor with kennels one side and doors opposite. We have a heavy metal gate half way down the corridor we always pull shut in case the dogs get out at night and you have to pull the latch up and secure it. One night after my tea break I found the gate wide open, despite remembering distinctly I had shut it as I always double check the kennels before I have my break. I asked my work friends if they had check on my dogs and no one had been in!

One of my colleagues was doing the evening shift and had gone out into the pen to clean up after a dog. When she tried to open the door to get back in, it had been locked so she had to walk out and all the way round to the front door to get back in. She asked another work friend why she had locked her out and she said she hadn't been in her block of kennels! Again, the latch on the doors are the ones where you physically have to pull across and push up to lock!

One night I was rushing around with the dogs and when I looked down to the fire exit door at the end of the corridor I saw someone with blonde hair and a blue uniform walk past. My colleague is also blonde and when I finished for the night, I asked her had she done the night walk, where we walk round to check no dogs have been left out and all the doors are shut. She says she hadn't finished yet, but I swear I saw someone walk past the fire exit door! However, when you walk past it outside, the security light always comes on and I did wonder how she managed to walk past without setting it off

Lastle, I used to also experience dreams which would come true a few months later, a bit like a premonition. It was never anything interesting but I would have the distinct feeling this had happened before. I used to get them a lot when I was younger but as I got older, I would experience something where I expect something to happen but it never does. The most recent one was in the kitchen preparing dinner with my OH and I recall seeing it happen before and a bowl should fall out of the cupboard when my OH opens it. I stand and watch him and he opens it but nothing falls out! It's so weird!
 
You are never going to believe this but.... my friend happened to move into my Grandma & Grandad's old house and guess who's there????


My Grandma. I've been told she's a blithe spirit and often tries to help with the lights and energy saving! Sounds like her.
 
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