I could have sworn I posted this years ago, but maybe I just thought about it. Here is my personal ghost story, possibly the only thing of Fortean interest that's happened directly to me. Be warned, there's more 'story' than 'ghost' mind
Back in the early 1990s I had moved to London and was working in a shop. I really needed to find somewhere new to live, plus my friend had just finished university and wanted to move up too. By some strange luck one of my shop managers put up a notice advertising a flat for rent. On chatting to her it transpired that it had been her mother's flat but that she had died a short time ago and the flat was more or less sitting empty. It had one bedroom ready, and there was another room that with a lick of paint and some work could become another bedroom. Perfect! The other great thing was the rent, this place was cheap, really cheap. Less than half the price I'd previously been paying.
So, we moved in. Everything went great to begin with. There were lots of her mum's old belongings left in the unpainted room, but most of her stuff was locked away in the padlocked spare room. Nothing really out of the ordinary except the door to the living room would occasionally blow open with a really cold wind. Unusual as the windows were all shut and locked tight (it was a ground floor flat right on the edge of the block, bit of a security risk).
Then there were the neighbours. The people who lived above us were weird but never seen. Everything was fine for the first 6 months or so, but then the ceremonies started. In the middle of the night we would all be woken up by chanting and singing and you could make out the sounds of people shouting, kind of speaking in tongues. Then you'd hear loud thumps which sounded like people collapsing onto the floor (this was directly above my bedroom at about 3 in the morning). Strange!
The weirdest room in the house proved to be the padlocked room. We would have friends up most weekends and eventually one of them wanted to move in. My landlady was cool with this and moved all her mum's stuff out of the locked room which already had a bed and furniture in it. This tiny room had a really strange atmosphere though and was always
absolutely freezing, even in the hot summer of 1993.
I can't remember which order the ghost sightings came in so I'll start with mine. One night I suddenly woke up and sat bolt upright in bed (unusual). Looking around the room I saw what I can only describe as the shape of a lady made up of thousands of dots of light. The lights were all sort of moving too, so she kind of swayed there in the 3/4 darkness. I did what all good cowards would do and hid under the duvet! I remember this well as it was really hot and got dead stuffy under there, but I refused to come out. I was definitely awake though and this was no dream. The oddest thing of all though is that I forgot about it all though and carried on as usual. At some point my friend who lived in the freezing cold room told me he saw a ghost in his room, I laughed about it but looking back it was very similar to mine. He was in bed one morning and saw the outline of a small figure made up of something like smoke stood in his room. He was also compelled to sit straight up in bed as though he'd felt a presence in the room, and then it slowly faded away.
Pretty soon after this we got burgled and decided to move out. It was only years later that I thought how strange this all was and discussed it with them. It should be noted that my other friend who lived there thinks this is all rubbish, he never noticed anything. Sorry for rambling!