Nerd Church - My Real-Life Ghost Stories

It's Halloween on Wednesday... let's make this week's Nerd Church spoopy!

Do you believe in ghosts?

I do...

Kind of.

(You know nothing is ever simple with me!)




I've got plenty of ghostly-encounter stories of my own.

And I think they were ghosts or spirits or whatever you wanna call them, but I'm also willing to acknowledge that they could've been my own brain playing tricks on me.




After all, hooman beans are predisposed to believe in the spoopy side of life.

So it's hardly surprising that our first explanation for random events is to blame a supernatural entity.

And I will also grant you that several of these occurrences happened when I was half-asleep, so could be a common night-time hallucination.

On the note of hallucinations:

If you think there's even a CHANCE that any spooky goings-on could be signs of:

- mental health problems
- reaction to medication
- reaction to other substances (e.g. recreational drugs, severe allergic reaction.)
- dehydration, heat stroke, etc.
- neurological conditions
- or ANY other health issues

...then PLEASE consult a medical professional as soon as you can.

Better safe than sorry.

Hallucinations are more common than people think. You're not a bad person. This is NOT your fault.

Also, never listen to anything that says you should hurt yourself or others - IT'S LYING.

Safety first my nerdlets; always.

So, it's very possible that every spooky thing that's ever happened has a logical and/or scientific explanation.

It's also possible that none of the spooky things that have ever happened have a logical and/or scientific explanation.

I think that it's most likely that the truth is somewhere in the middle - some of the weird sh** that happens in this world is explainable in the mundane laws of science.

And some of it isn't.




For example, in my house, we have a bŵgan.

It's a little like a poltergeist, I guess. But also not.

Sometimes, just for the hell of it, sh** moves around the house. Granted, a lot of that is the cats' fault, but it's also happened between cats, so it's not just them.

Something will go missing, and then appear months later on the floor by your bed, or inside the sole of your slipper (I sh** you not,) or on the mantelpiece (when you know damn well it wasn't there before.)

The item's usually placed neatly and precisely - as if someone's laid it out for you to find.

Via Giphy

Of course, at least a few of these occurrences could also have been The Fair Ones.

I live next to woodland, and they get bored easily.

But on the whole, I think it's the bŵgan.

Some people think bŵgans are a type of Fair Folk, like a goblin or whatever, anyway!

Plus there was that time that a craft project launched it itself at my head from the top of my wardrobe about two or three feet away.

Man, that one pi**ed me off. And I let it know that I was pi**ed off.

And that time we found a hospital ID band clogging the drain...

We'd lived here about 20 years by that point, and the name was no-one we'd ever heard of - not even the sole owners of the house before us.





But I don't get freaked out by this stuff.

That might sound odd in itself, but it's true.

I get far more freaked out by watching horror movies and creepy videos on YouTube - even if they're clearly fake as f**k.

When it comes to real creepy stuff, I'm just kind of matter-of-fact. Like, 'oh, it's just a ghost.'

Seriously. I'm so weird.

Via Giphy

But you want a really spooky story, I guess?

I mean, that's why you're here, right?

OK.

This one is probably a dream, or possibly a dream/night-time hallucination combo, but it's also the creepiest (imho.)

So, it's not really a ghost story so much as a creepy dream, but you wanted something spooky... *shrugs*

Quick WARNING: It does get kinda violent.

"Wake up, wake up!"

My eyes open. I look at her. She's sitting on my bed, hand on my side.

"Come on. Awake now."

"Wharrr?" (I'm so coherent.)

Her hair is pinned up. Her clothes are a little old-fashioned, maybe. I don't know. I wasn't really paying attention.

My brilliant thought process is 'uhhhhhhhhh....'

My brain assures me that it's my mother. It knows there's no other female in the house. My senses assure me that's b*llsh**. This woman looks and sounds nothing like my mother.

But both brain and senses are happy to call stalemate, and return to 'uhhhhh...'



A moment or two passes.

She pats my arm in a steady beat.

"It's Ok. You're ok now."

She pulls the covers over me. Strokes my hair.

I fall back to sleep easily, in fact I can barely keep awake; I sleep deeply.







I don't know whether it's that night or a couple of nights after... I can't remember... but I dream of her.

It's bizarre.

We're waiting for someone. We're out on the porch, somewhere hot and dry - desert-like. The air is dusty.

I'm younger... I think. It's hard to tell, in dreams, isn't it?





She brushes my hair, and laces up my corset.

(Yes, apparently I'm wearing a corset. This is how you can tell it's a dream.)

She laces it too tight, and I can feel it digging in every time I breathe.

She pulls the dress over it - red and white and way fancier than it should be, considering she's wearing a dull brown - and laces that up just as tightly, pushing against my back to get it tighter.

We're dressed like we walked out of the 1900s, and, as you do in dreams, I don't find this strange.

These are our clothes. They're normal clothes.

We chat about nothing in particular.




A cab pulls up, dust gathering around the wheels.

The shape getting clearer as the horses get nearer.

There's a man there.





And she takes out a knife.

She's standing right behind me. My back straightens when I feel the point, through the dress, through the corset, poking between my ribs.

I hold my breath, trying to hold myself away from the point.

Her hand is on my shoulder. She moves it to stroke my hair.

As the man from the cab approaches, she plunges the knife in.

I feel the sharpness, the pain. There's blood.

She kills me.

There's the sharp pain... the blood... and then I die.




And then I wake up.

I have no idea why people say you can't die it dreams - I've done it a loooot!

This is also not the weirdest dream I've ever had.

A lot of the time, I dream in French. I don't speak French. 😅

Clearly, my brain is not safe to leave unsupervised! 🙈

Sometimes it decides to give me fanfiction-style episodes of TV shows, though, so that's fun. Dr Who plots starring David Tennant and Catherine Tate - yep, I'm totally a fangirl!





Like I said, I think that one was more dream than ghost...

But who knows, really? 😉

Also, like I said, the majority of my ghost stories are me getting pi**ed off at the bŵgan!

And he doesn't mind. He loves me, really, or he wouldn't hang around!

Do you believe in ghosts?

Do you have any real-life ghost stories?

Have you had any creepy dreams?

Talk to me! 👻💬

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Last updated: 31st October 2018