I realise Halloween is over, but right now im watching yet anther spooky movie on WETV (top light on and feet tucked away) and it got me thinking about times in my life where i got really spooked by something, or heard a spooky tale.

When i was a kid I had night after night of terrible nightmares. Id wake up drenched after yet another restless night. I was used to imagining tons of different horrible things at nighttime. One bedroom i was given in a new home particularly freaked me out, and the night terrors were extreme. The room i was given was on the ground floor and went into a hill (so my window was on ground level). I kept imagine strange things at night..ie..thought i could see shadows of people walking around etc. Anyway..in this room something happened that to this day i cant explain. Probably brought on by myself out of my own fear. I was 7 years old. It was early evening. I was on my bed drawing. My lights were on (the room was always a bit dark). I suddenly felt VERY very cold. Then...from under my bed..a hand covered in fur/hair came up and sort of slap-grabbed my bed near my feet, then slid back under the bed. For a few seconds i was frozen in fear, then i suddenly leapt off the bed to the door. I felt like I FLEW to my door i leapt so big a leap! I ran to my family who looked at me in utter shock at what must have been an expression of pure terror on my face. I wouldnt go back into that room after that and swapped rooms with my brother who was completely resentful and pissed off at me about it. I would ask him from time to time if anything had happened to him in there, but he just get mad at me! To this day I do prefer solid bed bases. If im anywhere that has an open under bed, i cant just sit my feet over the side! As a side-note, later on i found out the area that house was built had apparently been ancient burial grounds. So Gawd...that didnt half put the hebe jebes up me!!

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Another story, which a friend told me, was that he had two cats that would regularly sit and stare at one area of wall behind his sofa. The would move their head/eyes about a little bit as if both of them could see something there. He would look at the area of wall and see nothing. He thought they were just two crazy cats. Some years later, one of the cats died. After a while he bought a kitten. When he brought the kitten home (away from the other cat) he played with it for a while.. then suddenly the kitten stopped and stared at the same wall intently. After introducing the cats to each other and them making friends..they would do the same thing his other two cats did. Often sit and stare at that one area of wall. Freaky!

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Got any real life first (or second) hand spooky tales that bring shivers down your spine?

Two stories One was an out of body experience when I was driving home after a very long, tiring trip. I floated out of my body and could look down and see myself at the steering wheel. I was connected to myself by a smoky looking thread. It happened twice and the second time I was about 100 feet above my vehicle. It freaked me out so I went back into my body before an accident occurred

another time we were betting on flipped coins on the back of our hands...odd or even. I won 52 times in a row because I could see right through the back of our hand covering the coin. It's never occurred since.

I've always had an open mind on this sort of thing but never been rewarded with a personal experience of any kind.

Same dream for years as a kid of an English stately home. Sort of flying around and over it. As far as I am aware I have never been there, although truly vivid and reoccurring for over ten years....................................

Started when I was about six.

I don't watch scary movies they give me bad dreams.

My experience wasn't spooky, just kinda weird. I was about 14 at the time, apparently a very common age for poltergeist like things to happen. If it had only happened to me, I wouldn't have thought much about it, but my whole family experienced it, so who knows. We lived in an old house (by American standards that is ) so, maybe it was just old house stuff. But I remember coming home with some friends one time, there were four of us, all the lights in the house were on. When I put my key in the door and walked in, they were all off. My friends were a little freaked to say the least. My brother-in-law was living with us at the time and a clock fell off the wall and hit him in the shoulder, he was standing about 4 feet away from the wall and it was just a normal wall clock.

Nothing freaky, just weird.But no worries, I get the freaky stuff in my sleep. Not sure if I suffer from night terrors or what it is, but I often dream awake, or sleep awake? Dunno how to describe it, but I am in my room, according to my husband sometimes my eyes are open, and I see people. Often standing in the door, looking in the window. I used to scream, but I've trained myself out of that (poor Mr sbk) now I just leap out of bed and turn on the lights to make sure no one is there. This has been going on since I was about 22, the more physically tired I am the more likely it is to happen. Its like my brain doesn't shut off or something.

We where parking up the car once in Bangkok. The wife was driving that time and reversed slowly to park neatly in front of a black truck that was behind us.

When we got out of the car the truck was gone. We both saw it when we drive slowly past and in the rear view mirror when parking up, there is no way that it could have driven away and being quite a large SUV it was hardly easy to miss.

I don't believe in ghosts and stuff, but I have never been able to explain that one.

Got a few personal experiences....

1992, middle of Turkey, bus station, 3am or so. Go get some tea from the kiosk and return to where my mate was sitting nearbye. All of a sudden about 10 people get down on their knees in front of me and start praying.

1986, sitting in a shopping mall having lunch in a food court, guy in a suit walks up to me and starts screaming "you are f_king ugly, I hate you."

2002, Khunming Airport. Checked in and waiting for the gate to open. Old Thai Monk comes over to say hello to me. Ok. Get on the plane and sit down with my female travelling mate (we were at a conference). Flight attendent walks over to us and asks my mate if she would mind changing seats with the Monk that was talking to me in the airport.

several more like this but going for lunch now...

We where parking up the car once in Bangkok. The wife was driving that time and reversed slowly to park neatly in front of a black truck that was behind us.

When we got out of the car the truck was gone. We both saw it when we drive slowly past and in the rear view mirror when parking up, there is no way that it could have driven away and being quite a large SUV it was hardly easy to miss.

I don't believe in ghosts and stuff, but I have never been able to explain that one.

I've had a similar experience, but in reverse.

As I went to my SUV one afternoon, I checked that a parking bay behind me was empty. I reversed into it only to rudely discover a phantom BMW had appeared in that exact spot! It couldn't have driven in in that time, I'm sure I would have seen it.

The incident was unrelated to the 4 hour lunch I was coming from.

the more physically tired I am the more likely it is to happen. Its like my brain doesn't shut off or something.

Do some research on that one SBK, when you are overly tired and in a really deep sleep, all your physical functions shut down, but sometimes one of them still works.

That happened to me several years ago, I had been asleep and the first thing to activate was my optic nerves and I saw a pair of bright red eyes staring back at me, my first thought was 'wolf', but I was still incapable of physical movement (this was out in the sticks, with the wooden window open) I will admit that I was terrified, but as soon as I was able to move and focus my eyes properly, the red eyes became the LED's on a pair of electrical extension cords.

I've been with Thais/Lao on a couple of occasions when they have absolutely refused to go somewhere in broad daylight. The only explanation I've received is "phee".

When my mother died a couple of months back I brought her ashes home while I decided what to do with them. (I was thinking of interring her under a rose bush in the garden)

My TGF who was staying with me at the time started acting very strangely. Morose, clingy, wouldn't go to bed without me, etc. It took her several days to tell me that she had a huge problem with mama's ghost in the house!

As far as she was concerned the temple was the correct place for the deceased!

Despite very inclement weather I had to immediately take the ashes to a cemetry some miles away and find a nice place to scatter them. Things at home returned to normal.

A quick lesson in Thai culture for me.

I grew up in a large, very old public house (my family always ran pubs)

This place was rumoured to be haunted, and i have a couple of stories about that place.

I was an early teenager and i was playing the pinball machine one afternoon when the pub was closed, i was quite a good pinball player back then and one game could last for quite a long time. So i was happily playing away when i felt something 'grab' me by the shoulders... i jumped, spun around and nobody was there, looked left, looked right - nothing. Scared the living sh*t out of me that one - took me quite some time before i was able to go to that area of the pub again! And i havent played pinball since

Another story was i 'discovered' a door that had been boarded up one day (we had some workmen in doing some construction and they found the door and cleared it etc), after getting permission from my mum to open it and go explore, i discovered a third floor to the pub that was disused - the windows were mostly broken, the floor was in a bad state of disrepair. At the top of the rickety old stairs was a room, which i went in to explore, i found lots of old boxes of paper, books etc. There was a corridor that looped around the back, so i followed that passage - it was dark, full of cobwebs and very spooky. I got about half way down the corridor when i saw someone coming towards me from the other end - needless to say i turned tail and ran screaming... grabbed my dad (who was most unamused by his frantic son pulling him away from work) and dragged him to the stairs. He went up there alone (hard as nails my dad back then!) and took a good look around - he was unable to find anything but the first thing he did when he came back was to make the workmen seal off the stairs with a proper wall so that no one could go up there again. He wouldnt tell me why.

I later found out, through research at the local library, that that in part of the pub some guy murdered his wife in one of those rooms on the top floor because of infedility and a few spooky stories came about. I can only presume thats why the door was blocked off and no one went into that part of the building anymore.

I had quite a lot of exposure to the spooky stuff as a kid, im not sure if it was a teenagers imagination running wild or real - needless to say i wasnt unhappy when we moved to another place a few years later.

When my mother died a couple of months back I brought her ashes home while I decided what to do with them. (I was thinking of interring her under a rose bush in the garden)

My TGF who was staying with me at the time started acting very strangely. Morose, clingy, wouldn't go to bed without me, etc. It took her several days to tell me that she had a huge problem with mama's ghost in the house!

As far as she was concerned the temple was the correct place for the deceased!

Despite very inclement weather I had to immediately take the ashes to a cemetry some miles away and find a nice place to scatter them. Things at home returned to normal.

A quick lesson in Thai culture for me.

Dunno about that Old Croc, my husband's grandfather was interred behind our house (didn't like the idea of being cremated so he was buried) after ten years or so, when my FIL decided to build the bungalows, they disinterred grandpas bones, took some to the Wat, some home and my brother-in-law took some up to Bangkok with him for his little family shrine thing.

TBH, I was quite opposed to the whole process, grandpa only had the one wish, to be buried near my husband. Guess its a farang thing that last wishes should be honored. Or maybe just my thing.