Sparkles & Stretchmarks: A UK Parenting & Pregnancy Blog: Hallowe'en Spooktacular! Read if you DARE!

Friday, 31 October 2014

Hallowe'en Spooktacular! Read if you DARE!


 My (second) favourite time of year is upon us at last Guys & Ghouls!

As always in Sparkles & Stretchmarks land, we are celebrating Hallowe'en in suitably scary style!

Last year, I shared with you my own spooky experiences and my experience with a friendly ghost ... this year we had a little brush with the paranormal once more when we captured a strange ghostly hand in a photograph of Tyne!

This year, as all of my own spooky stories have been shared, I invited some of my lovely blogger friends to share their own spooky experiences with you....Read on if you dare!

And if you fancy taking a look at my Hallowe'en inspired scary Make up tutorial...check out yesterdays video below!





Lauren's Story...




Lauren is a 20-something first time mum to daughter Beau - she is currently taking a blog break but you can find her posting lovely photos of family life and her home-baked goodies at http://instagram.com/mrshippo




It was a late summer’s evening, probably somewhere between 10:30 and 11pm. I was out with a group of friends as I was most nights, hanging out on a local park. 


To get home, I usually took a shortcut – straight across a field which lead to the back of my house. To go all the way around, it would have probably added another ten minutes to my journey and being a typical teenager, I wanted to stay out for as long as possible. 



Come home time, my friend who was a few years older than me, asked to walk me half way across the field. 

We had literally just started walking along the path, no more than two minutes in to it, we noticed a man. 
Now, we say man because he was tall, wearing a long dark coat and an old fashioned, tyrolean type hat....He was travelling down an adjacent path but we noticed something wasn’t quite right…he was moving rather quickly without any other movement…almost like he was on a scooter or rollerblades as he was standing perfectly upright, yet, the path was stony and we’d have been sure to hear something. His arms weren’t moving and his movement along the path was smooth. 



We were a little hesitant but we continued to walk anyway. But things were still not right. The closer we got to the man, the stranger it looked. Eventually we stopped walking and waited until he reached the bottom of his path – which met ours. 



It soon became clear that this man wasn’t on a scooter or wearing rollerblades. When he reached our path he disappeared behind the hedgerow to our left but only for a second, he soon came back out and headed towards us. His movement is so hard to put in to words, he was moving so strangely… fish like. Flicking in to different directions until he was facing us. 



At this point we didn’t hang around to get a better look. 

My friend had probably started running a few seconds before me without saying a word – yes HE abandoned me!! 

I then started running and ran straight home, I didn’t even speak to my friend…we just ran.

From that day, I never walked over that field again. I don’t know what he was… whether he was indeed a he. A spirit maybe? One thing I know for sure, it definitely wasn’t normal. 



One thing that really sticks in my mind though is the colour of the sky that night. It was red… and unusually light. Still too dark to see the figure perfectly though, it was more of a silhouette.


Part of me wishes I hung around to see it properly but my gut instinct told me to run, as it did my friend so I will never truly know what it was we saw that night. 


Becca's Story...




Becca is a mum of two living in London - she blogs at Keeping Up With The Jones


We bought our apartment 3 years ago and right from the start, things seemed to be constantly going wrong, even the sale itself took almost 6 months! 

Once the flat was actually ours, it needed a full renovation and nothing, I mean nothing, went to plan. I can remember paying someone to plan a kitchen for us, the designs were never sent. We would order items for the renovations and there would always be something missing, or broken. We were forced to change builders half way through the job.
 My husband and I would joke that the place was jinxed and that it felt as though someone didn't want us to move in.

Finally, 18 months after picking up the keys, the place was ready for us to move in to.
 Almost straight away we noticed that parts of the flat that felt unnaturally cold and in my daughters room there is always this unsettling feeling that you are being watched, friends and relatives visiting have even pointed this out to me without me having to prompt them.

 I kiss my daughter good night and often leave the room with the hairs on my arms standing on end, for no apparent reason. My husband, who is a complete skeptic when it comes to the paranormal ( as was I prior to this) has even felt someone push him out of my daughter's room.

Then there were the noises, I would hear laughing and shouting when both children were fast asleep. My daughter who was then 2 would speak of people and children in the house that no one could see. 

We didn't really think much of this at first but then one afternoon the children and I went for a walk in the gardens of our apartment, we saw a lady coming towards us, smiling. 
Both children were looking in her direction and I believe that they both saw her too, I looked down for a second to tell my daughter to say Hello and when I looked up she was no where to be seen! 

Totally and utterly freaked out by this, I messaged my sister. Her reply 'I had a funny feeling that you were going to tell me something like this and I had goose bumps when I picked up my phone to read your message'.

So I did a little research in to the history of our apartment block and of course it turns out that the development was built on the grounds of an old hospital which closed in the late 1970's. I put up a few crosses and evil eyes around the house, in the hope that it would ward off any unwanted visitors. 

We managed to live with it for a while but just last week something happened that we couldn't ignore...

 I was putting some things away in my daughter's room and my youngest child, who is 1 crept in to the room. I said 'oh hi, Mr I didn't see you in the corner' to which my three year old daughter replied. "Is that the Nightman mummy?" 

I asked her who the Nightman is, her reply was... "He stands in the corner of my room and at night he stands by my bed and covers my face with his hands"


Needless to say, we went House hunting last weekend!!


Emma's Story...



Emma is a 30-something mum of two from Derbyshire - she blogs at Handbags To Changebags


In 2009 me and my husband were on holiday in Toronto staying at the Delta Chelsea hotel.

We were there for 5 days and every night when I was in bed I could see a large black shadow on the ceiling but I couldn't work out what was making the shadow, I thought it was odd but it didn't really worry me. 

Then on the third night I woke up to what I thought was my husband talking to me but when I rolled over to look at him he was asleep, at that moment I started to feel something crawling up the bed on top of me, completely pinning me down, it was so heavy it squashed all of the air out of me and I couldn't breathe or talk, it must have only lasted for a few seconds but it felt like forever and then all of a sudden it was gone. 

The only way I could continue to stay in the hotel was to totally convince myself that I had imagined what had happened and try not to think about it but it kept playing on my mind so when we arrived home I googled the hotel only to find loads of people who had posted similar stories about their stay in the same hotel.


Apparently there have been several murders there and it's frequently haunted by the spirits of the victims, needless to say I won't be staying there again.




Lucinda's Story...






Lucinda is a first time mum to baby son Eliot - she blogs at Teacher2Mummy

For a 30th Birthday treat two years ago my other half had surprised me with a weekend away, or so I thought! My birthday was in the September and our trip was in December (when I was three months pregnant.)

When we arrived at our hotel we went down for dinner. My other half was keen to finish the meal quickly, I had an inkling he was taking me on a ghost hunt as we’d booked one a couple of years earlier but ended up not being able to go. I remember saying, ‘you better not have booked a ghost hunt!’

Of course he had, an all night ghost hunt at Guys Cliffe House.

 It just wasn’t my cup of tea, staying up all night particularly being pregnant. I wanted to be tucked up in bed!
 I do believe in ghosts and other paranormal happenings but they also freak me out. I’ve had a handful of strange unexplained experiences over the years which have always left me thinking ‘did that really happen’ or ‘there must be an explanation for it’. But you know yourself there is something more to it.

One thing happened that night left me feeling exactly that way.

We arrived a tad bit late as we couldn’t find the entrance off a quiet country road. Once we’d arrived we sat down inside a welcome area with hot drinks and snacks we could help ourselves to throughout the night. We had a welcome from the team who explained how the night would go. We were split up into groups and sent to different areas.

We’d been to a couple of different areas, ruins with nothing out of the ordinary hapening before we were taken into what were the old stables.

All torch lights went out, it was pitch black and a medium began attempting to entice some spirits. It wasn’t long before she was telling us there was a spirit there, a hostile spirit who wanted us out. From what I can remember he was not a pleasant character and claimed he had done terrible things to women.

I remember other members of the group saying they heard movement, they had felt a gush of air. I snuggled in tightly to my OH, All of a sudden I felt something
touch the side of my stomach, I literally screamed the place down.

There was no question I had felt something as I wouldn’t have reacted that way. I though it was really odd to be touched on my stomach when I was pregnant, why me, why my stomach? No one else on the tour was aware I was but perhaps a spirit was? They asked what had happened and checked I was ok before continuing. Thankfully our time in the stables was almost over and we were not in there much longer. When we had some light, I asked the people in front of me if they had stepped back in case they accidently brushed me but they hadn’t. It totally freaked me out and I didn’t really want to participate in anything for the rest of the night.

Nothing else too spooky happened to me, I saw a couple of orbs like you do on Most Haunted but that was it. For the last part of the night you could choose where you wanted go. I chose the welcome room with hot drinks and food! I was all alone and was convinced something strange was going to happen but it didn’t.

The other half went back to the stables, he tried to convince me to go but there was no way anyone could’ve got me back in there. He said that they’d sat round a table to hold a séance and that the table had started to move, quite violently at one point. In the pitch black though, who knows if it was someone else from the group or not. My other half wasn’t convinced but I think you automatically question strange occurrences anyway.

That was my most recent spooky experience and I’m happy if none happen ever again!

Happy Halloween!






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2 comments:

  1. Omg! I love what you did with my photo lol some seriously spooky stories there xx

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  2. I saved these until today, I was too much of a chicken to read these on Halloween and I'm glad I did, some of the stories are soooooo spooky!! Love the creepy profile pics
    xx

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