Halloween 2011 Competition - Spooky Story

[Customer Service Rep (UK)]

Spooky Story…

We’ve done this before, but we loved it so much that this time we’re giving away bigger prizes!

Mr Wicked loves the festive feeling of Halloween, and always likes to have you involved with him.

We want you to all send in your Spooky Stories, and make the hairs on our arms stand up in fright.

Each entry will receive a 10ml bottle of Titan Fluid for taking the time to send in your stories and the winning prizes are as follows:

1st place will receive a full Tornado Tank kit (colour of your choice)
2nd place will receive a Titan Compact kit (colour and favour of your choice)
3rd place will receive a 30ml bottle of Red Label E.Liquid (flavour and strength of your choice)

Please read our terms and conditions before entering our spooky competition

Terms and Conditions:
The competition will run until Tuesday 1st November 2011 at 9:00am. We will contact each entrant once the competition has closed (we will then confirm the 10ml flavour/strength and send these out). Only 1 entry per person is permitted. Please DO NOT send in last year’s entries, we will know if it is not original. Winners will be selected by the TW team on the closing date and winners will be announced on Wednesday 2nd November.

[dixie]

Spooky Story

This story happened quite a few years back 17 to be exact, We had been living in a private rented house for 2 years and I had just had my first daughter she was a few weeks old,  and we was experiencing alot of banging noises in the house at night so loud it would rattle the window panes, it always happened at exactly the same time of night, the room would turn deathly cold and the air would have a heavy atmosphere you just could not describe it, it was oppresive.  The banging carried on for about a week I was terrified. My mother and stepfather came to visit me and my new born daughter and I mentioned what had been going on in conversation, my stepfather believes he can see spirit. And then started to tell me about a presence in the house, His name I cannot recall at this point but lets just call him Fred, My stepfather was explained to me that Fred had previously lived on the land that my house now stood, it was a farm before my house was built and he was upset, I was sat next to my mother at the time, and all of a sudden I watched her features change on her face it was really wierd it was my mother but her face and lips kind of elegonated where physically she did not look like my mother, her features was all there it was her face but it was not at the same time.  All of a sudden she started to talk in a really deep voice. I was shaking, I was shouting at my step father whats going on,  he said that Fred was trying to communicate to express his sorrow and regret, he had an argument with his son just before he went to the boer war and they had stopped speaking. His son went off to the Boer War and was never heard of again and Fred was frustrated and angry that was the last contact he had had with his son.

I was shouting at my stepfather I don't like this make it stop, I have a newborn in the house, stop it. Then all of a sudden my mother just kept repeating the words NEVER HURT NEVER HURT.  It was relayed to me Fred wanted to know what had happened to his son, and this was the cause of the bangings etc.

As quick as that it was over and my mothers face went back to normal,  My mother ran outside and grabbed my cigs and preceeded to light one, my mother has never smoked.  She was shaking, She said she was aware of what was happening but it was as though she was watching it through someone elses eyes.

Needless to say we was all very shaken, The banging continued through the next coming days.  I was determined to find out what on earth was going on, I was scared witless so I went to the libary, and looked at the census for my street, I never really expected to find the name or the fact that the land was a farm but sure enough I found the name that I had been given and I found his sons, name, that was more scary as it then proved that what had happened was real.  I cannot remember ever finding out what happened to his son only finding the names on the census, I entered the room and spoke loudly that I had looked for him  And from that moment on the bangings stopped.

I still to this day do not understand what happened, make of it what you will.

[Customer Service Rep (UK)]

Ooooooooooooh 

That's very spooky dixie...

Thank you very much for your entry

[Paul Zombie]

About 2 years, something unusual occurred. I was in Asda, shopping with my daughter and niece. As I walked down the isle en route to the toilet, where my niece was running to ahead of us, I saw a younger aged woman about 20 years or so. Absolutely nothing unusual at first: blondish-brown hair pulled up into a pony tail, t-shirt, sweat pants to the knee, tennis shoes. She appeared to be biting her nails, for her hand was next to her mouth.
 
As we got closer in passing, there was something about her walk… her strides seemed to be longer or something. She was about 5 ft. 9 in. in height, but it just seemed different. As we got closer, what appeared to be nail biting turned into an aggressive biting of her fingers. She did not display this kind of aggression when my niece passed her, but she turned and looked at her as she ran by. Her eyes — I swear this — were black! She was staring me down as to intimidate me. It was like nothing I had ever experienced.
 
A thought came to my brain: “I’m not afraid of you. I know what you are.” My daughter says I was staring her down, like she was staring at me. I walked by, ignored her and confidently kept going. My daughter stopped to fix her shoelaces, and told me when this woman got so far behind us. She turned to look at us, and her head turned in fast motion and what looked like almost completely around! It frightened my daughter to tears

[vapenator]

ok so you want to hear a scary story!!!

It was approaching Halloween, the autumn leaves had fallen and the air turned cold. The sort of cold that took your breath away. I left the house one morning and Id been rushing to finish some work for a client. The meeting i had to attend was local so i didnt power down the office (I work from home) and left everything as it was. Kissed the wife and left.

I returned home two hours later. My wife was beside herself. she was screaming and shouting incoherently and shaking slightly. I tried to ask her what was wrong but all she did was keep pointing upstairs almost unable to get her words out.

i ventured up the stairs and i was petrified. i went slowly, one step at a time, my wife watching from below. All the doors were closed except my office. I entered slowly. The scene that greeted me was straight from hell.

There on the desk sat all my vaping supplies. Spread across the top was a big piece of paper. It read £1,234.48p

the moral of the story...If you dont want a nightmare this Halloween....make sure you don't leave your computer logged in to your TW account profile so your wife can find out how much you have spent....mwahahahahahahahahaha

[ceekay27]

Hahaha vapenator...thats a good horror story!
My story would end with my other half chasing me down
the road with the carving knife!  

[victoria3003]

this is my spooky story

when i was a baby and up till the age of about 9 (when we moved) we lived with an old lady, she was always in my house, she was 100% real and would always sit next to my bed when i went to sleep, sit with us in the lounge, be in the garden if i was playing, even sit in the bathroom and watch me if i was in the bath,and was always just "there" because i was young i never questioned it, just accepted it. then one night when i was about 8 i couldnt sleep and i knew i shouldnt get out of bed, but i was so bored i remmber thinking that i could sneek out of bed and get some dolls to play with then get back into bed. i looked down (i was in a cabin bed) and saw the lady sitting next to the ladder, but i had never heard her speak so i thought oh well i will give it a try, see if she tells me off, i got down the ladder.....she just looked at me......walked past her, got my dolls, walked back past her.....all good....then i was half way up the ladder when she said in a loud voice "what are you doing!!!" i jumped, lost my footing on the ladder and fell to the bottom! then got about one step up and felt something holding onto my leg! i was SO scared and it felt like ages (prob a few secs in fact) before i could get free, i jumped into  my bed, turned round and she was only stood next to the bed, as in floating! i then hid under the covers till the morning, all the time thinking..... how could i see her.....that high up?? i knew that was not normal.. in the morning i thought i will have to tell my mum, before this lady does, get in there first and tell my side, or i will be in big trouble! well as you have already guessed i told my mum and she then told me that there was no old lady that lives in our house! till this day i can not sleep the the light off and im now 30!

[@longlast]

Loving the stories pmsl@vapenator

Well, here is mine-

I had recently split with my ex, so was living alone with my old dog.
One evening I was enjoying the telly without a care in the world, when suddenly I became aware of my surrounding, strange and hard to describe but the noise of the tv seemed to fade into the background and the space around me became larger somehow. It was weird, next thing my dog jumped off of the sofa and approached a dining chair, growling, hair on her back standing up, she was moving slowly around the chair, looking at it, growling harder and barking I called her, I felt sweaty and started to really shake  I kept calling but she wouldn't stop, so I grabbed the dogs lead, my bag and car keys, hooked her lead to the collar and got the hell outta there  Stayed the night at my Mom's, she never knew why, arrived home the next day, tv on, curtains still closed, house felt normal, dog acting normal, lived there for the next few yrs and never had that happen again
I have never forgotten that feeling and have no clue what it was all about AND never want to experience it again

[Tara]

Galadriel says in The Lord of the Rings, that, history became legend and legend became myth and so it is, in my opinon when we hear the stories that accompany the haunted abbies, houses, castles, and pubs scattered around the United Kingdom. The story is so far distorted and removed from the actual history that it becomes a thing of fantasy, a common theme is one of the pregant girl/woman bricked up alive inside a wall, the reasons for this, according to the myths, can vary, a husband in a fit of rage, shamed parents who would rather dispose of thier offspring than cause a scandal, even in one case fellow nuns in the convent who hoped that the suffering the poor girl underwent would purge her soul of the defilement of sex after taking a vow of chastity. Surely no one could actually in good conscience actually commit such an atrocious act, or could they?

As a child of 10 years old my parents moved us from Warwickshire, to the Black Country, their reason for doing so was to take up a new pub, it is a reasonably famous pub and can be found referenced online in places such as the "paranormal data base" and other ghost hunting forums, and as a 300 year old coaching inn surving in a busy town center it is most certainly steeped in history and was well known around town for it's "grey lady" who would appear to customers and staff late at night.

Ye Olde Seven Stars (for that was it's name) was pretty much on its uppers when my parents took over, it was a notorious Hells Angels hang out which meant that the local population never stepped foot inside the door, the pub was losing money and no managers would agree to take it on after the previous managers left, and no one could blame them, it was a dark and dirty affair, peeling paper, damp walls, cracked windows, in truth looking back it really wasn't much better than a hovel, both downstairs in the pub and upstairs in the private accomodation. Why my parents ever agreed to buy the tenancy to this flea ridden hell hole I will never know (and it really was flea ridden when we first moved in, each night before bed we had to shower ourselves down to drown as many of the little pests as we could) , but suffice to say they obviously saw potential.

But buy it they did, and one of the conditions they demanded from the brewery was, that, the brewery would pay for an entire refit and structural overhaul; a few weeks after we had moved in, the surveyors and building and decorating contractors came around, I remember it quite distinctly, particularly as my mother walked down the landing between my parents bedroom and the one my sister and I were sharing describing the work she wanted doing, I remember the contractors discussing the removal of the old sash windows, and tapping on the internal plaster work along the landing debating if the entire lot would have to be taken off and redone and that is when it all started.

Each night I would go to bed, normally a little later than my sister, and normally within minutes, I would hear it, a voice calling, I cannot count the amount of times I crept down the narrow winding stairs to see what it was my mum in the kitchen on the 1st floor below wanted of me and how many times she would scold me for not being in bed and "swinging the lead" with excuses. Then later in the evening after the kitchen was closed and my mother had joined my father running the bar, the crying would start deep, wracking, heart rending sobs, I lost count of the times this woke me from my restless sleep, and I went to comfort my sister on the other side of the room only to realise she was (as per usual) sound asleep and oblivious. It got to the point that as soon as my mother went downstairs I would creep down and fall asleep on the steps just outside the bar, the drone of people laughing and having a good time made me feel secure and I could block the memory of the voice from my mind.

Obviously this behaviour did not go unnoticed by my parents, and I would regulary find my mother standing looking concerned at the bedroom door in the middle of the night, asking why I was crying, to which of course I would always respond, that no, I was not crying and had in fact been sound asleep.

The refurbishment took months to complete and obviously the lower floors which were part of the business needed to take priority, the winter set in and our room which had always been bitterly cold became unlivable and all the family moved into the same room together to cut down on heating costs as it had an open fire place and yet, still the noises continued. About this time, I was rushed to hospital with acute appendicitis and was off school for a number of weeks after, which is how I was witness to what happened next.

The builders were on the top floor (where we lived) and were taking measurements, one young guy had been in and out of my parents bedroom with a tape measure, and in and out of my bedroom and up and down the landing a number of times, he kept re-measuring and scratching his head, he then called the foreman, who did the same, who then called my parents who witnessed the whole process again, the foreman then looked at me (tucked up in my parents bed watching TV - Pebble Mill at One if I recall correctly - yes I am that old) and suggested that they go out into the corridor, as I child I had, as my mother calls it, ears on stalks,  and was intrigued as to why I could not be party to this conversation so I strained to listen.

The foremen told my parents that they were convinced that there was a blocked off room between the two bedroom of not an inconisderable size, approx 4ft wide by about 6ft long, my mum who by now had realised the noises that she too had been hearing we not a troubled prepubecent child having nightmares sound alarmed, why would someone block off a room she asked, the builder shrugged saying there were a number of reasons why, but in buildings as old as this it wasn't uncommon to find bodies bricked up inside, they offered to open it up to investigate if my parents so wished, I didn't actually see my mother shudder but you could almost hear it in her voice, when she said that no, what ever was in there should remain undisturbed.

That night the noises stopped and I never really thought much more of it until years later sat with my parents over a few jars discussing memories past; what I had thought was the end of the story wasn't quite true. My mum had surmised that perhaps the crying and noises were related to this "room" but had initially said nothing to my father, however a few days later, he witnessed the supernatural for himself, ram-raiding in town centres had recently become a favourite past time of the local low life, and late one evening, he heard a commotion downstairs, he went down to investigate and once assured the commotion wasn't a transit through the front door, he decided to ensure he had indeed locked up properly for the night. He says to this day he doesn't know what possessed him to investigate the cellars, but down he went,  half way down the stairs he passed through a swirling mist, concerned that perhaps one of the C02 cannisters for the beer was leaking he walked through it and into the cellar below, a gentle female voice said from behind him.

"What on earth are you doing up at this time at night, you should be in bed, you are perfectly safe you know"

When he turned around, there was no-one there, and the mist was gone, he charged up to bed and jumped in as white as a sheet and for many weeks refused to go into the cellars late at night alone, yet we never experienced anything ever again.

I like to think the grey lady had decided that as we prepared to not disturb her mortal remains, we were worthy of living in her home!

[matt12590]

Over 10 years ago my family moved to Arizona and we left from Wyoming. So we just started to settle in to our new house and most of my family bedrooms are upstairs and mine are downstairs. So I was about 7 at the time and everyone was asleep well all the sudden I was waken by a loud slam from in the hallway. It startled me so I had a very hard time going back to sleep. A week later my sister who is only 19 at the time was watching me while my parents were away for the weekend due to work. Well we got done watching a movie and I went to bed  well as the night went on I was hearing little noises through out the house. Like a child throwing a ball against the wall people running around upstairs knowing my sister was asleep and it could not be her I had a very hard time sleeping.

So as I was going up to her room moving as fast as I could to sleep on the floor in her room I got to the hallway upstairs as soon as I got upstairs and got right next to her bathroom the smoke detectors and showers went off all through the house. My sister jumped out of bed a noticed that all of her dolls have been knocked off her shelf and in my room my drawers were open wide. Needless to say my family made me suffer in that house for about 7 years  with this continuing to go on. There were times were they would mimic our voices to the point that at time we would think we would be talking to each other when if fact the person was really in another room.

[caz]

Loving these  very spooky indeed  .    Keep em coming 

[lordy]

My writing is normally far more matter-of-fact, but given that it's stories you want I thought I'd try a different writing style!

Before she passed away my Grandmother was a spiritualist medium. There are many stories both my mother and grandmother recanted about ouija board sessions (low-level spookie) to objects moving and levitating. These stories are ones that were only experienced and encountered by the immediate family and my grandmother's clients, so in the interest of 'believability' I will tell the tale of when she passed away and my grandfather moved house.

The house was very old and wasn't in the best of conditions. The floorboards were thought sturdy until, that is, we tried to move the cast iron piano that had been in the house for many years. One of its castors went through a floorboard and we couldn't move it. I was only 13 at the time but my uncles were all strapping guys; if they couldn't move it, it was going nowhere.

Several weeks passed after my grandfather moved out and my mother and I went to the corner store to say a friendly hello. My mother had known the family who owned the store well, having grown up in the same house and the same (by then) elderly couple, Nigel and Maureen, having owned the store for all their married lives.

Rather than the friendly 'hello' my mother had expected, we were pretty much accosted as we walked through the door.

"What the hell has your father been up to?" Maureen asked, looking both angry and concerned.

"What do you mean?" My mother enquired.

"Who on earth has been bashing away at the piano in the early hours? Is your Dad totally deaf now as well as drunk?". My Grandfather had battled the booze since my grandmother had passed away, around 6 months prior to us moving him to a home.

"Don't talk rubbish", my mother replied; "There's been nobody living in the house for the past few weeks. Where on earth has all this come from?"

Maureen's face turned to one of confusion and apology. "The neighbours have been in here kicking up a right stink. They were complaining that someone was playing the most awful dischords constantly between 3am and 5am. On a couple of occasions they both went round, banging on the door for all it was worth, but your dad never answered. The Police have been round and, even Nigel's even been round to see if he's okay, but he didn't come to the door".

We took a bus back to our house. We grabbed the key for the property and went back to look for ourselves. There was no sign of a break in. No signs of anything having moved since we closed the door on the house for the last time.

Were it not for the things we had all personally witnessed, we'd have put this down to some sort of practical joke, but having experienced the things we'd all experienced - from bumps in the night to apparitions wondering the hallways; waking on a warm night feeling freezing cold with an awful, indescribable stench that disappeared as quickly as it arrived. We knew the truth, but these are stories that are rarely believed, let alone discussed.

[scooter]

spooky story
this happened long ago, and is true, my great aunt was busy in the kitchen on hallowen it was very dark outside there was no moon and a gale was blowing she was baking bread like they did all those years ago , there was no one in the houe but her ,suddenly a knock on the door she went and opened it and to her supprise her sister stood in the doorway she was pleased to see her and asked her to come in, she turned and went back to the where she was kneeding the dough she stopped sudenly and turned and cried out but rose you are DEAD.
THIS A TRUE STORY PASSED DOWN BY MY FAMILY.

[ean33]

love these....keep em coming please 

[maria d]

ok i will give this a try

this really happened,
my sisters young son was sick, and she called me to tell me she was taking him to hospital . he had high fevers and was really out of it. she was so upset,and i said i would meet her at the hospital. she said stay home and i will call you if i need you. so i stayed up that night laying on the couch with the phone in my hand waiting for her call. my mom and dad live with me in a small apartment in the other side of the house,and i had to tell them about their grandson Mat being sick. they were upset but i told them i will keep them informed about his condition.
i to had a young son at the time and his bedroom was just off the hallway from the living room where i was waiting.
so now all the strange things start to happen.
the couch is by the front door, and all of a sudden a man comes through it, right through it. hes a well dressed man with a tweed jacket and carrying a small suitcase.he has sky blue eyes. he does not say a word to me, just a small smile. he walked by our tv, which was a 52inch sony, and turns to me and lifts both of his hands, with his thumbs and two fingers together, a common Italian expression , and then walks into my sons room.....
i was speechless ,wanted to call out who are you, but could not say a word.
i stayed up the night and my sister called in the morning her son was doing very well. i went in to tell my mom about how well matt was doing and then told her about the strange night. i told her about the man , how he was dressed, his blue eyes and how how liked the tv, and then going into my sons room.
she had tears in her eyes because she told me that last night when she was so upset about her grandson she started to pray, and she also prayed to  her dad to watch over matt.
my grandfather, her dad, looked just like i described him when he was young, i never seen a picture of him when he was young. back when tv first came out he bought a 21 inch tv, it cost a fortune , but he didnt care, he wanted the largest tv they made. i never knew that.
he was a traveler and went back and forth to Italy , and carried a small suitcase, i never knew that. he had sky blue eyes, that i did know.
when i first saw him that night it was spooky, but finding out it was my grandfather who came to watch over us and then visit my son, it was sweet.

[Celt42]

It wasn't a dark and stormy night, although one would think that it would have been.  But no, it was a bright, clear, full moon of a night.  A harvest moon was shining, a lovers moon.   The girl, 17 and lovely, was walking in the moonlight, daydreaming about what it would be like to have someone to share the evening with.  Someone who made her blush yet didn't tie her tongue in knots.

Her parents believed that Halloween was an evil holiday, and so always took her out to their country home, miles away from any trick-or-treaters or parties the rest of her peers were likely attending tonight.  Since she couldn't talk to her parents without managing to whine (a certain invitation to being grounded for a month) she had decided to explore the property yet again.  Sixty acres was enough that she could leave her parents behind and feel truly alone.

Walking along the creek, the Spanish moss dangling, an owl hooting in the distance was peaceful, yet all too familiar.  Tonight she wanted excitement.  Or at the very least, something new to look at!  Time to go explore the old logging road that her parents had always forbidden her as it supposedly wasn't all that safe higher up the mountain.  The road was crumbling and larger wildlife roamed.  The mood she was in however, didn't lend itself to obedience.  Up she went.

The trees seemed to form a tunnel of shadows.  The sound of the bullfrogs was fading, the higher up she went.  She noticed that the road was actually pretty well kept.  Nothing crumbling or dangerous about it at all.  "Of course not, they're just overprotective prudes!" she thought to herself. 

She lost track of the time as she followed the twisting, overgrown road.  She eventually realized that she should have long ago found the top of the mountain, or at least the end of the logging road.  But there seemed to be no end in sight.  She considered turning back around and heading home.  She'd been gone long enough to probably have her parents on the verge of calling the cops.  Wouldn't  THAT be the perfect top off to her night?  She turned around and....nothing.  Well, not nothing, there was trees.  Lots of trees.  Too many trees.  With no path winding through them.  "That can't be right" she thought to herself, scanning the trees more closely, trying to find where the road had been, but there was truly nothing there for her to find.  There wasn't even any room for her to walk between the trees because the brush under the canopy.  There was enough brush to make it look like the area hadn't been maintained in years, with no evidence of a tire ever having touched foot in the area.  She turned back around again to try climbing to the top again, to see if maybe she could look down and see where she'd managed to get off the path, but the road was missing in that direction now too.

Looking around, feeling more than a little frightened, she tried to keep her head.  What was going on?  After taking in her surroundings, she saw a deeper shadow, something d that looked menacing, and yet seemed to be the only way out of the area. 

The shadow turned out to be a cave.  As she tentatively creeped into the cave, all sounds suddenly ceased.  She'd never realized just how much noise a country night has in it.  No more owls, no crickets, no twigs snapping as she walked.  Just utter silence.  She started to back out of the cave, but as she did, the walls of the cave entrance moved in.  She raced for the entrance that she had just so slowly entered into, but to no avail.  By the time she got there, they shut, and with their closure, all light was extinguished.

Well and truly frightened now, her breath came out in a harsh, hysterical sound, the only sound, as she felt along the wall with her hands in a futile attempt to find a way out.  She did this for what seemed like an eternity, when her hands came across something that felt different.  Still stone, but not the smooth wall that she'd been searching.  Her hands felt around like a blind person being introduced to a strangers face.  It felt like some sort of statue.  One with wings.  The statue started to move!  As she fell back in shock, crab walking backwards, a light began to emerge.  Two slits, in the shape of eyes, glowing green eyes, looked out at her.  The eyes moved as if the head holding them had tilted to get a better look at her. 

Suddenly, from deeper in the cave, a light came on.  Glowing brightly, it allowed her to see what the eyes belonged to.  The gargoyle started a slow, mysterious smile in her direction.  One with many, many sharp teeth.  It stood up and stretched, looking as if it had just woken from a long nap, then said "Ah, at last.  You've kept us waiting an awful long time my dear."

The girl turned and went the only direction she could, towards the light and the unknown, fleeing the monster behind her.  As she ran, she heard a slow, anticipatory chuckle rise out of the belly of the stone creature...

[caz]

Not long until Halloween now,   we want more spooky stories.   

Bump 

[K8]

The Moat House, located on Lichfield Street, is one of Tamworth's oldest surviving buildings.located in what were once the grounds of Tamworth Castle, sitting on the banks of the River Tame.  Although built in 1572 by the Comberford family (originally from Ireland), medieval records show a large building on the site as far back as 1369.  In 1815 it became a hospital for the mentally ill (then known as a 'lunatic asylum').  In 1950 it was offered to Tamworth Borough Council free-of-charge but strangely enough, they declined.  It was then sold privately and converted to a pub and restaurant, which it remains to this day.

Folklore has it that the old tower has a resident ghost by the name of Emily, a young mentally retarded girl who was also facially disfigured.  After a very traumatic argument, Emily was locked in her bedroom on the third floor by her Father.  Distraught and angry, the girl went into a fit of rage, knocking over a Kerosene lamp.  Her screams of agony could be heard throughout the building, but the fire was so fierce that no-one could reach her in time.  Emily and several servants perished in the blazing inferno that followed, the smell of burning flesh lingered for many months after.  Today, the third floor is a hot spot for paranormal activity.  On many occasions, disembodied footsteps have been heard, especially in what is reputedly 'Emily's Room'.  The sound of a door with a latch being opened and closed repeatedly, has also been heard and captured on camera,  But upon further investigation paranormal investigators were surprised to find that the few remaining doors on that floor couldn't possibly have made the sound due to them having the latches removed many years earlier.  Many visitors and staff alike claim to have encountered Emily over the years, sometimes seeing a ghostly apparition of an 'ugly girl' pleading for help.  Poor Emily.

Whilst looking again at the photographs from the Vapefest held at The Moat House, I spotted something rather eerie.  In this photograph of myself with Mr Wicked there is indeed an Orb on the Old Devils left arm.


                         

In another photograph of Mr Wicked, three orbs can be seen with the nearest one actually in motion.



Orbs are believed (by many) to be ghosts in the form of balls of light. They are life forms that travel in groups and are believed to be the human soul or life force of those that once inhabited a physical body here on earth.

Could this be Emily and the servants worried that there is another fire (well you know the Devil likes it hot) or just Mr Wicked bringing along his own party guests..... The truth is out there

Kate

[ailishsmom]

As a paranormal investigator I often have experiences that others would consider spooky. One particular investigation has stayed with me for years and I think is worth sharing.
My team investigated a private home a couple of years ago and captured some evidence that is hard to refute. The client had experienced footsteps, voices and cabinets doors opening and closing.
First, our researcher found documentation that confirmed that in the early 1900's a 16 year old girl, Ida, committed suicide. Her method was to drink an ounce of acid. Other newspaper articles also confirmed that her father, a widower, was brought up on charges of child abuse and neglect of her siblings after her death. She was the oldest. It was also determined that she was pregnant at the time. We can only guess who the father was.
During our investigation we did several recording sessions, asking questions and actually getting responses our ears didn't hear at the time. When we asked if the person with us was afraid of thunderstorms, we heard "More than Papa".
We were talking amongst ourselves about child abuse and heard "I don't like it". The voice was that of a young girl.
We then heard footsteps going up the stairs, the bedroom door slammed and the dog started to whine.
We spoke to her by name and told her she was now safe. The client was very accepting and she's now part of a family that loves her. She seems to be most active when they have girl scout meetings and when they watch movies she likes. The family has learned that when a door slams or they feel a chill, it probably means that Ida is enjoying the movie.

[caz]

Quick reminder everyone  competition ends Tuesday 1st November 2011 at 9am,   

We want some more spooky stories to read before then 


Good luck everyone,  they've all been great so far   

[pufferfish]

Oh Caz ! Sorry you're having such a bad hair day 
Please can we have your avatar back to normal tomorrow !!

[caz]

Oh Caz ! Sorry you're having such a bad hair day 
Please can we have your avatar back to normal tomorrow !!

    But this is the real me,   the other avatar is just the pretend me 

[8Ball]

Oh Caz ! Sorry you're having such a bad hair day 
Please can we have your avatar back to normal tomorrow !!

    But this is the real me,   the other avatar is just the pretend me 

LOL.  But caz, you forgot.  Puffs been in chat w/us, so she knows better.

[Customer Service Rep (UK)]

The Spooky story competition has now come to an end! No entries will be accepted now.

Thank you all to those who have entered, we've had some amazing stories

We will be contacting all entries shortly and winners will be announced tomorrow, so keep an eye out...

[caz]

Hi everyone

Messages have now been sent out to all those who entered the competition.  For those of you who have under 30 posts and do not have access to the forum personal message system as yet,  please check your email account for the relevant information.   Thanks. 

Good luck with your entries everyone,  they've all been great   

[Celt42]

I don't have 30 posts yet, and no email either =-(

[Tara]

I don't have 30 posts yet, and no email either =-(

Have you checked the "junk mail" folder of your mail client, sometimes forum notifcation emails get shuffled off there without you ever seeing them......or.......alternatively, maybe there is a reason you haven't heard yet as the winners have yet to be announced 

[caz]

I don't have 30 posts yet, and no email either =-(

Hi Celt


I definately sent one out for you,  let me know if you still have not received it after you have checked your junk mail folder.  If you still havent, will arrange for another one to be sent.  Thanks. 

[Customer Service Rep (UK)]

We’ve had so many spooky stories posted on our Forum and emailed into us. The response has been amazing and we’ve had so much fun reading them, very tough choice to pick our top 3 winners, however you’ll all be receiving a 10ml bottle of Titan Fluid, so everyone’s a winner! Thank you so much for all the effort that has been put into these stories. Our winners are as follows…

1st place prize for the Tornado Tank kit goes to Darren Butler who emailed his extremely spooky story to us. It gave us all chills in the office and we’re now all hiding under the desks! Congratulations Darren…

2nd place prize for the Titan Compact kit goes to K8 for her amazing spooky story of Moat House, the very location for this year’s Vapefest. The photos proved it all, what a great entry K8! Congratulations…

3rd place prize for the 30ml Red Label Bottle of E.Liquid goes to victoria3003. The fact that her spooky story is true, well that’s spooky in itself. Thank you for the fantastically scary story! Congratulations…

All winners have been contacted. Once again, a huge thank you for all your entries, you’ll all be receiving your prizes shortly.

Hope you all had a Totally Wicked Halloween!

 

[Tara]

Yay congrats everybody I certainly enjoyed reading them all