The murder house

Creepy! Can you imagine if you were one of the workers that had to be there everyday removing the asbestos and old syringes? Yikes!

VERY creepy. 

The photos just make me feel really sad for the unfortunate & mentally ill people who were institutionalized in these places.

Absolutely. 

I can't say I've ever felt anything too bad in places that are well-known for supposedly being haunted.

I've not been on any ghosthunts and think they'd have no effect on me because IME things prefer to surprise me and I can usually only sense things in my own mind.

The only thing was once we were on a historical tour.  A really good one - Mercat Tours ROCK!

And as we were walking from one vault to another I got a VERY powerful impression of a man shadowing the tour guide.  Nothing I could see except in my own mind; nothing harmful, if anything protective.  When we went into the last area I could see him in my mind, and it was perplexing because this man looked like the guide, even the same height, but with more crinkles aroudn the eyes and in different clothes. 

Afterwards when we'd gone out and had a few drinks, I told him, 'This is going to sound crazy, but I think someone is following you.'  He said, 'Really? Like who?  Male?  Female?' and asking me questions.

When I told him he started chuckling.  He said, 'Oh, yes, that's my great great uncle.  He died in WWI and he looks after me.  First time I saw him was when I went outside a club for a smoke and there he was, me looking right back at myself.'

Now there are two council flats here in Edinburgh and another flat in Fleshmarket Close I would not set foot in again for ANY amount of money and another I just would NOT go in at all for anything.

I've been on ghost tours (yes, the Mercat tours in Edinburgh are excellent!), I've been to haunted houses...you name it, nothing's ever happened. I love that kind of stuff! Then two weeks ago I stayed in the Charles Stewart Guesthouse in Dublin, room 407. There was a period starting at about 4:30am where some VERY strange things were going on. The funny thing is, I didn't think too much of it, just thought it was a very belligerent neighbor and fell back asleep. But, my BF was freaked. Fortunately he waited until the morning to tell me what HE thought it was! The more we talked about what happened, the less I'm convinced it was a belligerent neighbor.

I've not had anything happen to me in a place that's well-known or famous for being haunted, either, Bmore.

It's those places where you don't expect it where I seem to pick up on things.

I think in many of these famous places, many who passed on there were happy to leave this life for the next.  We forget that in the not too recent past, life was VERY hard and people expected early death or the death of children.  Also that faith often played a much greater role in day to day life and many went to the next life with no fear, but faith in something better awaiting them.  Many welcomed death as a release.

Looking at things in the 21st century, it's easy to creep yourself out in some places, though.

Beware the council flats, folks.  I'm tellin' ya from experience.  Or any type of adode where there's been a big turnover of people - like a flat that's had a lot of tenants.

Places where murders or suicides occurred - hmmm.  I'm on the fence with that.  But my Mayan grandmother would not live in such a place, and she'd know if such an even happened.

I'm willing to say I might if I didn't have young children, but as it stands now, no. 

And I would know, I think 

I agree Expat. Earlier in this thread I mentioned a nice big house that felt horribly wrong. I was told it was an old ex council house.

I tried to read up on the history of the building in Dublin as it's an old Victorian in the city centre, but I couldn't find anything. Trust me, I am the queen of freaking myself out! That's why I was surprised I was remarkably calm at the place in Dublin.

That is an interesting theory about council houses.

I agree Expat. Earlier in this thread I mentioned a nice big house that felt horribly wrong. I was told it was an old ex council house.

I agree Expat. Earlier in this thread I mentioned a nice big house that felt horribly wrong. I was told it was an old ex council house.

Our council flat had a funny feeling aroudn the door to the bedroom.  Angry.  An angry, dark-haired, fair-skinned man.  But very protective of children.  

K, prepare to be creeped out, folks, cuz I see dead people.

There was a maisonette we could see from the kitchen window in our council flat.

This maisonette's entrance was on the first floor, so of course the only ways in were the door and the kitchen window.  The bedroom windows were all on the 2nd floor and not accessible without going through the front door.

This maisonette always had people going in and out of it - a different tenant every month or two.  We thought the council were using it as 'temporary housing' for the homeless.

But oddly all the tenants would leave stuff when they moved - curtains, furniture, etc.

The council would come and put those metal sheets over the front door and kitchen window.  

Well after these loud tenants moved out for some strange reason my eyes kept being drawn to this maisonette, and having only seen Jacobite dead guy, I knew better than to look in that place.

Sunday mornings are very quiet times on council estates.  So one Sunday I went to the shops to pick up my copy of The Sunday Times and enjoy it over coffee - this was pre-kids.

And I couldn't seem to stop myself from looking into the top right bedroom window of this maisonette.

Where I saw the solid form of a young, dark-haired man, wearing a green and white striped football top and looking immeasurably sad.  

I froze.  And sadness and pain washed over me for a second.  

Until I ran the f*&^ away.

Now of course, I knew damn well no one could be in that flat, there was NO WAY to get in and the metal sheets hadn't been touched.

I told Andrew, who said, 'God knows.'

A couple of years later I was at a busy pub with some friends.  Some people asked to share our table, we said of course and proceded to make conversation with them.

One of them was a housing officer for the council.  I told him where we used to live.  A few drinks later, I told him about that maisonette where tenants just didn't stay.

And he knew why.

A 17-year-old boy had been stabbed and beaten to death in an upstairs bedroom during a drunken house party after a Hibs match in the early 90s.

Hibs colours - green and white.

I'd not go in that flat for all the money in the world, peeps.

Wow, this is an interesting thread!

I had some sort of strange things happen in an apartment I was living in in San Jose once. The strange thing was that it just suddenly started one night, lasted about a week and then just stopped happening.

Like, I woke up one morning and the couch was turned about 45 degrees. WTF? About 3 different nights I woke up to the bathroom faucet being on. Like fully on...not dripping. My ex-bf and I both woke one night to the sound of the bedroom door closing, even though it had already been closed. And, we both kept hearing sounds from the attic like a squeaky floor, although I'm sure it was probably just a crawl space really since it was an apartment (I don't really know because I never looked). Oh, and I had my digital camera out and the batteries went dead so I replaced them, took one photo and they went dead, so I replaced them again, took one or two photos and they went dead. Then I was out of batteries. But later when I took it to work and bought new batteries it worked fine.

But yeah, that all happened in 4 or 5 nights. It was strange. I had a friend who died about 2 weeks before that but I don't really believe it could have been her. Was definitely strange the way it all happened at once and then stopped though.

Oooh... Shell. Your story reminds me of when I was at a cemetery in Savannah, Georgia (Bonaventure). Check out these pictures:

The first I took of this grave had a rainbow. I'm not even kidding that that day was actually extremely non-humid for Savannah, and there was no rain to be seen.

The second one is an error that I had never seen before, and have never since had happen on my camera of that same grave.

And finally, I got a clear shot.

It was the most bizarre thing I have ever seen a digital camera do.

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Strange stories.

This isn't ghosty, but is strange...My experiences tend to come in dreams. (although I do get random cold chills on hot or warm days when I shouldn't get cold at all...)

I've had a dream about every job I've ever had. It's usually connected to my current job in some way. For example, when I was living in TN, I had a dream where I was working at Rack Room Shoes (my current job) and they had a check scanner that was U shaped and they were selling some housewares and the setup of the store was different. I moved to MA and the setup and U shaped check scanner was like the TJ Maxx I worked at. I've also had other experiences that I've dreamed about before they happened. I had a dream about my friend Barbara eating cookies in my bed. Now that was really strange because Barbara had moved about 1,000 miles away. A few months later, she came to visit and ate Oreo cookies in my bed. (I'm anal about eating in bed too, I hate it so it wasn't something common even before she moved.)

I had a dream right after my grandmother died. I was really upset because we were so close and when I went to visit her for the last time, she wouldn't let go of my hand. I was hysterical and my parents told me later that they thought she was trying to tell me it was ok. (She had a tube and couldn't speak.) In my dream, my grandmother came to me and told me not to worry that everything was going to be ok. It was very comforting.

http://abandoned-britain.com

I hadn't realized that Hellingly Hospital had closed.  We used to stay at Horsebridge when I was a kid and regularly walked along the route of the old branch railway line to Hellingly.  How sad to see such wanton destruction of a building in a place which used to be a peaceful little Sussex village.   

right, that's it.

all of you hosers are invited to a two-week slumber party at my house every month, because DH is on nights & you lot are wigging me out! (BYOB & take your shoes off at the door)

Same for me niku2! I was reading the thread last night just before bedtime and once I got into bed and turned the light out, I kept thinking about it!  Ex-pats story about the young guy with the striped top was stuck on my mind.

I will only be reading this in the daytime from now on. 

right, that's it.

all of you hosers are invited to a two-week slumber party at my house every month, because DH is on nights & you lot are wigging me out! (BYOB & take your shoes off at the door)

Haha! I've had a few strange things happen to me since living here and I was strangely calm when they happened.  Thing is, I'd even consider living in a haunted house as long as the spirit was nice, that they weren't murdered (in the house or anywhere for that matter) and they tidied up!