Your Stories

Here are some stories sent in by visitors to the site.

The stories are normally unedited although I reserve the right to edit out any unsuitable material and shorten any excessively long passages.

This comes to us from an American visitor. I've let it unedited. It's a very strange one.

Back in late 1991, I was having an overdub session for a tune I had written called "A&E". It outlines the love story of Adolf & Eva Hitler.
It ended up being an overnight session, and after a dinner break, work continued on guitars, vocals, and hammond organ. The weather had turned bad, and a severe thunderstorm warning had been issued.
The session was going so well, I didn't want to stop, and around 11:30pm I began laying down the 1st vocal track with lightning and thunder going on outside.
I should explain the melody is in a Pink Floyd style, and quite hypnotic. Nevertheless, I was shocked when I opened my eyes during a section of the song, to find the couple themselves standing a few feet away from me!
As with a married couple they were standing arm in arm. He with tears streaming down his cheeks, and she fighting back the tears. Eva was wearing a blue dress with white polka dots, white gloves, and holding a small bouquet of flowers. Adolf was in his wartime gray double breasted uniform, wearing gray gloves and black trousers.
Their energies were filling the room, and the tape machine operator could see their reflections through the glass as well. There was so much sadness mixed with other emotions, in the room, that by the end of the song I too was in tears.
By the end of this vocal take, I again opened my eyes and they were slowly disappearing. Overcome with emotion, I left the cutting room to go back to the control booth to listen, and noticed through the door complete darkness across the street, stretching for at least 6 blocks.
The electrical transformer was located 10 yards from the building, and the studio NEVER lost power, nor even wavered for an instant!

That was not the last time I'd seen ghosts, I've become accustomed to being able to see them, in fact we have a family with a black cat all spirits sharing our home with us. My wife can't see/hear/smell them, but has once or twice felt a touch on her arm.
Just 4 years ago while driving through Pennsylvania near Civil War battlefields at 1:30am, I witnessed a group of soldiers with ladies (dressed in hoop skirts) crossing the highway in front of us. The passengers in the truck were asleep, but I'm hoping to take a "ghost tour" of Gettysburg battlefields next year.
Do I believe in ghosts? YES! They are real, and (from my experiences) not meaning any harm to me. I can't tell whether they are reinacting certain scenes from their lives, or are aware of us and attempting to interact.

I was with my dad and we saw a quick movement going round a corner at an old farmyard cottage. We went to investigate and there was a rag doll speared on a hedge, it was covered in blood? I went to open the door and follow what ever it was that bolted in there when I heard really deep breathing almost like the growling a wolf would make. I didn't wait to find out what it was, I just ran "never look back"!!!!!!!

Thanks! Spooky tale. I would have legged it too. I've met wolves albeit through a fence.

Being a member of the Gorbals Heritage Environment Trust and voluntary researcher in the Gorbals, Southern Necropolis cemetery, I have come across many fascinating tales from the history of those buried within. Of all the many monuments in the Southern Necropolis one has gained a unique and mysterious reputation. It is the resting place of John S Smith, carpet manufacturer, his wife Magdalene and their housekeeper Mary McNaughton. In the form of a veiled woman beside a broken pillar the ivy-covered and much-weathered memorial tells a fascinating story. Although the date of her husband's death is no longer visible on the stone the tragic story behind the accidental death of Magdalene and her housekeeper is poignantly told.

On 29 October 1933, while returning to their home at Langside Avenue from church and sheltering from the heavy rain behind an umbrella, they walked into the path of a tramcar on Queen's Drive. Both were taken to the nearby Victoria Infirmary. But sadly Magdalene died on arrival and Mrs McNaughton passed away two weeks later. The monument is a solemn and fitting memorial to the tragedy. Local legend tells how the White Lady turns her head as you pass by, and should she catch your eye, you will be turned to stone. Of the braver among us who have ventured into the graveyard after dark a few come back to testify to a mysterious glow about the White Lady at dead of night.

Sheryl Smillie sends in this story about a visit to Mary Kings Close in Edinburgh. The incident happened in October 2001.

I would like to start off by saying I have been sensitive to paranormal activity from a young age. However this was the first time I have felt like I was being physically attacked by an unknown force.

Shortly after entering the first room in the close [there had been no ghost sightings in that part of the close] I felt there was something to my right. In spite of it being very cold I began to burn up, feel dizzy and my feet felt heavy and rooted to the spot. I think I began to faint. The guide left the tour to help me outside .I felt fine as soon as I was out. The guide asked if I had psychic abilities as others had felt the exact same thing in that spot. He also said he got me out so fast as I probably would have collapsed as others had. I had felt like I was being taken over by something and it was very frightening, not to mention embarrassing on a tour full of strangers.

I would love it if someone had an explanation for this. 

This story comes to us from an ex prison officer.

When I was a prison officer in Barlinnie we often heard and talked about the ghosts that supposedly exist in the place. There were three common ones that I remember two seen and one heard or felt.

I experienced one around 1987 when working in D hall. This was the hall that had been the home of the condemned cell and the gallows or "topping shed". Between the two, boards had been added across the width of the gallery to make the last walk shorter. What I experienced was the sound of footsteps on these boards while on night shift. I was in the hall alone with  200 prisoners locked up. The noise was very distinctly feet on wood and as all other floors in the cell blocks is stone, it had to come from there.

I am no fearty and went to look, presuming someone was winding me up. There was no one there and no noises while I was up there. I only heard it once. My colleagues always described this as ‘Manuels ghost’ but there were a lot more hangings than his.

 Bar-l has another two that I have heard of but never experienced. An old man in prison pyjamas who stands at the bottom of A hall and a black dressed woman in the hospital block. The hospital incorporates part of the old Barr family farm house but also the former woman’s unit.

The second place I am aware of is the former Dungavel prison, now home office owned. There were rumours of a female ghost who appeared in the governor’s office. Just before it closed as a prison, a secret stairway was found that lead up to that office. I know for a fact where that stair is located even if the home office or staff don’t.

Michael Hall, one of our team psychics, tells this story.

This happened in 1998 at the Somerst Place Spiritualist Association

On her death bed, a young woman promised her husband that she would prove the existance of the afterlife! On the day of her funeral, which took place at the association in February '98, a beautiful butterfly landed on her coffin! All saw the phenomnen except the minister.

A year later, the parents of the dead woman went outside to see the garage roof absolutely covered in beautiful butterflies! This story can be substantiated.

Here is a story sent in by a friend of Stevie's. She wants to remain anonymous for the time being.

At the time of this vision, I had already had several paranormal experiences, each one stronger than the last. The whole year had been a real eye opener for me as things happened and changed so fast from experience to experience.

Although spirit was not new to me, this experience is one I’ll never forget. It started after I tried getting my cards read by a friend who kept insisting on a young boy with dental problems being very prominent in my reading. The reading was unsuccessful in the way that there was nothing much to tell other than this child keep coming forward who I simply couldn’t place. When it ended I felt a bit let down.

The next day I was discussing it with a friend online, when I had what I could only describe as a very vivid vision. I have since looked for help and advice in ways to describe what I saw. ( remote viewing and some psychic abilities have been mentioned in my search for answers)

The only way I can describe how I see what I see is like being behind the lens of a video camera. Colour, sound and smells were very vivid and although I was sat in front of my PC in England chatting, I was (as if in an out of body state) walking through dead grass on waste land somewhere in the States. I approached a derelict building that had no doors or windows and I was drawn to go inside. I instinctively knew to turn right after the main entrance into, what appeared to be, an empty room. I had an intense feeling, like electricity running through my body and I looked to the floor. There, curled up on the floor was a small child, very dirty and dishevelled.
As I went near him, he stirred and sat up saying, "I knew you would come, my name’s Michael".
I had an overwhelming sense of pity and love for this child. Not of our time, he was dressed in a double breasted jacket and short pants. He was filthy, his clothes torn and his hair matted, (he looked just like one of those boy chimney sweeps from years ago).
I knelt down to take him in my arms when I realised that he was in fact, shackled at the ankle to an old fire place. My heart broke and the tears streamed down my face and then he began showing me the story of what had happened to him.

He had been kidnapped and held for ransom. It can’t have been a planned thing as his family were very poor and therefore no ransom was ever met. After a few short weeks he was simply left to rot by his captives.
As far as I could make out, Michael was waiting for an opportunity to get his story out and be reunited with his family, but sadly this did not happen. I got back in touch with the guy who did my card reading and told him what had happened. He and his medium wife spent all that night trying to send him over and out of his torment. I was happy for him thinking that he would find peace at last. However, Michael never left. Now free from his torment, he stayed around me for around 3 months, as if guiding me through the next phase of my paranormal experiences. He still visits from time to time. In appearance he has gone from a 4 or 5 year old orphan to a 7 or 8 year old, typical cheeky and playful character of a boy.
His last visit was around a month ago, he waltzed in wearing only the loin cloth of a Tarzan suit, as if he had been disturbed from play with not a care in the world.
Strange as it may seem, this is a true story.

Just a suggestion. Could Michael be your spirit guide?

This one just in on our 'Your Story Page'. It's from Nicole who was at a friends house.

We were taking pictures and when the pictures were developed we noticed that in one of them, someone was playing with my hair . There was no ghost or any sign of paranormal in that picture but my hair was lifting up. There were no windows or doors open nor any sign of draughts .

This is not an uncommon experience Nicole. It would be interesting to know if there was a high level of static electricity in the room at the time.