Ghost Stories

I decided I would share some more ghost stories from personal events that have either happened to me, people I know or family and trust me, coming from the middle of buttfuck nowhere that's been around as long as the doomsday book.. there's a fair few to share.

Again, if you don't believe in ghosts then it might not be your thing, and you might be able to poke holes but some of us believe without a doubt and not everything in life can be explained.. 

Cellar Ghost..

Back when I was 15 I got my first job in a local pub on a hill, I worked just as a waiter, getting dirty things from tables, washing them up, collecting glasses and all of that crap. I often got sent down to the cellar to grab things from the fridge and put down rubbish.

I only worked there a few months but in those months odd little things would keep happening..  The cellar was smelly, always really fucking cold and could always hear things. It was mostly the booze and all the tube systems and what not but sometimes it felt like you could hear steps on the cold hard floor. Like someone was coming down the cellar steps to join you.

It was two rooms, a small one at the back that was storage then the one with all the barrels and fridges. Sometimes, most times in fact the lights didn't work or flickered allot. All easy to explain things but it didn't change how freaking creepy it was and bare in mind I was 15 years old and told to go into a dark dank smelly place under the stairs.

I used to get out of there as soon as I fucking could. Aside from the foot steps and overall unpleasant feeling of the cellar other odd things happened. There seemed to always be a breeze that would bat the light switch string to the storeroom, not like even an expected amount from just opening up the trap door but like someone had just used it.

Once I clicked it to look into the storage room and it felt warmish, like someone had been playing with it or something. Again I tried to ignore the feeling something wasn't right. 

One day I went down into the cellar and there was a bottle of wine smashed on the floor, I asked co workers and the boss if they'd noticed and no one had done it. So I had to bloody clean up the mess like the valued bottom rung of the business ladder I was.

So now it was dark, smelly and I was dealing with glass and fumes of a really nasty over priced bottle of wine. Now comes one of the biggest things that shit me up, lights went off for a few moments and then back on and a really big piece of glass was missing. I fucking legged it.

I tried my best to avoid the cellar for the rest of the week, well for a few weeks.. Then I had to return and this was the last straw and I quit [I also found another job] I went to shut the fridge and the door just flew back open when I moved away, which such force.. I was gobsmacked.

And trying not to sound like a crazy whiny bitch I confronted my boss about all the shit in the cellar to which he replied 'Yeah it's haunted, some people died in there while hiding out years ago' by years ago he meant during the black death... oh good.

Make what you will of the story but christ. I hate cellars.

I hope you have enjoyed my fun story.

Much Love 

Jigsaw

xxx

My Ghost Stories

People are very divided on ghosts, the super natural and the occult. Be it due to religion or how you were raised or just 'can't be proved by science' mind set. I personally have seen too much to say I don't think ghosts are real. 

I saw ghosts or at least creepy things when I was little and again as a teenager. But not in my adult life, I;ve always gotten 'vibes' and hate certain places or people just on a vibe they give off of them. I've had two little creepy possibly ghost related issues recently.

Over a friends house and one of his guitars just makes a noise all on it's own. I didn't think much of it but next time I was sleeping and they were in the shower and I felt a definite 'pat' on my shoulder with some force. They even heard me yelp in my sleep.

I don't know.. but apparently odd things only happen when I'm over. Maybe I have a spirit attached to me? I don't mind too much, they seem harmless and I don't feel put out by them or anything.

Also we found this creepy as canvas picture in their garden.. I hate kids, I better not be haunted by a kid... ugh.

I guess while we are on the subject I can tell you more about my past ones too. I love to read about peoples ghostly experiences so maybe other people do and hey it's something a little different on the blog.

When I was very young me, mum and step father lived in this old ass house in the middle of nowhere. Think real cliche horror movie set up. Big Victorian house with fields and fields around it. I lived next to a farm so there was my house, one just down the road and one up a huge hill that was a manner which belonged to the farmer. Man do I sound like a bumpkin or what?

The house was from the Victorian era, suffered cold all the time, sturdy building, creaky floorboards, fireplaces in every room. Huge with three bedrooms and a massive attic. One of those biiiig ones with huge wooden beams and issues with rats and wildlife. 

Anyone some examples of possible ghost going ons was foot steps late at night in the attic but could be the house settling and all that sort of thing. My step father said sometimes he saw a women down the bottom of the garden, there was footsteps in the living room. I used to see someone looking into my room every so often, like a shadow cast on the floor which wasn't my parents, I always asked.

One night though we all went out for dinner and when we came back the window to the attic was wide open. The windows including that one were all new modern ones to make the place warmer and none of us went into the attic.. so creepy shit man.

Another time when I was a teenager, out in the country again when I was seeing my Grandmother in the village over. We used to all walk down the empty county lanes and stuff. Me and a guy friend went for a walk one day. Was summer, nice and bright, warm, all that. Nothing creepy in the air no bad vibes.

We went down one lane and it started to have high hedges that looked all styled. Looked like we were going around the hedge maze in Alice In Wonderland we went deeper and it turned into a dark very tree covered lane. Again nothing felt off, or creepy we walked along and saw a small old bridge that had a little stream.

Went down the slope and sat down by the stream just chatting about shit and enjoying the warm weather. The place looked so untouched and pretty. We sat there in silence for ages just looking at the water, we saw someones reflection and thought there was someone with us, we both looked up and no one was there.

We thought that was odd... to see a definite reflection standing on the bank the other side but no one there. We then sat a little puzzled and heard giggling, little kids gigging, we looked around seeing if it wasn't someone walking on the road we'd walked on above, no one. My friend claimed to have saw a child running under the bridge but I never saw it. Only the reflection and heard the giggles.

Was strange and abit 'wow was that a ghost' but wasn't scary. The place had railway tracks from way back when the village had a track so many years ago like before the wars. My Grandmother said a kid was hit by a train down there once upon a time.

So maybe...

Anyway that's my little stories, I hope you enjoyed them.

Love

Jigsaw