It's Halloween, folks! The best possible time of year, nay, the officially sanctioned time of year for sharing spooky stories about the supernatural. With that in mind, we thought it'd make for a good time if we reached out to some bands and got some ghost stories off them. The results are below, so get yourself comfortable, have a read and just promise you won't send us the electricity bill after you have to sleep with the lights on for for a month. Enjoy!
Laurent Barnard from Gold Key had a visitor in his room:
My parents' cottage is about 130 years old. It's creaky, has uneven windows, all the things you'd expect from an old house. I must've been about 6 or 7 years old. I remember climbing into my mum and dad's bed one morning because it was so much bigger than my own and infinitely more cosy. While getting lost in the giant duvet I caught a glimpse of a man in the corner of the room. He had big wild hair and his eyes were as wide open as anything you could imagine. His skin was the colour of burnt ash. We made eye contact and I immediately buried my head in the pillows. It took me a while to get the courage to run out from under the covers to my parents who were downstairs having breakfast. I told them about what happened and even drew a picture of the man in my sketchbook. For years after the drawing served as a reminder to never go back in that room. Even when I go back to the house now I still have to have all the lights on at night.
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Wednesday 13 was threatened by a ghost:
When I was eleven my family moved into the house my parents still live in, and not long after moving in we had a garage sale. Over the course of this, four or five different people from the neighbourhood came up to us and said something along the lines of ‘you know this place is supposed to be haunted, right?’ My parents didn’t believe in any of that, while being a little freaky kid I thought it was cool, until two weeks later the freakiest thing happened. On Saturday nights I always used to sleep on the couch downstairs so I could stay up and watch Headbangers Ball until around 3am. As usual, after the show finishes I switch off the TV and light, I lie down - and I feel a knife at my throat. It’s completely dark and I hear this voice whisper in my ear ‘Do you want to see my face? Do you want to see my face, motherfucker?’ I can’t even breathe, I was paralysed, and all I can do is whisper ‘no’. I feel the pressure leave my neck, I sit straight up, the light goes on and there’s no one there. I didn’t sleep at all that night, and believe me, I have a lot of creepy dreams and nightmares and night terrors but this was not that, this was something else completely, and to this day I can’t explain it. But, nothing else like that has ever happened in that house, I feel like maybe that was the test or something, and once that was over I was left alone.
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Fia Kempe from The Great Discord, had a problem with a piece of jewellery:
So, something really weird happened to me on one of our tours. After one of our shows we met up with some fans and one of them gave me a present. To my big surprise and great pleasure it was a beautiful pendant and I started wearing it immediately. Later that night I was trying to get some sleep in the nightliner and I felt like I couldn’t fall asleep.
I have always had trouble sleeping, and I have always had a lot of nightmares, but this was more a state of mind where you know you’re not awake, but you're not sleeping either. I heard a strange voice started talking to me, and this is actually something that isn’t that strange when your in a nightliner full of people. But this was different, I could not figure out what it said, and I did not recognize the voice at all, and what was most scary, I felt like I couldn’t wake up, like my body was trapped. Suddenly it felt like the voice screamed in my ears and I sat straight up in the bunk and hit my head against the ceiling. I poked my head out through the curtains, ready to give the guys a scolding, only to find that all the other seven beds were empty, there was no one else there.
This strange voice continued to speak to me the following nights and I talked to the guys in the band about it and everyone just kept saying that it must be the crew talking downstairs in the bus or some other explanation, but I just knew that was not it. The voice was so clear and it really started to scare me. The sleepless nights was starting to get to me and I really was wondering what the hell was going on. I have never been interested or believed in witchcraft or occult things or whatever, but I did somehow feel like this began to become really unpleasant and that it was something else happening than me just being tired.
So, I called one of my good friends up, who is a medium. I have never let her give me any readings and she knows it does not interest me, but I explained to her what had happened and she asked me a lot of questions about what I had been doing during the tour, and what different kinds of people I met. Once I mentioned the pendant she asked me to describe it and I did. I won’t do that here though, since I do not want this to happen to anyone else. She told me to take it off immediately and get rid of it, which I did. After that I slept for almost fifteen hours straight.
I have never asked her more about what she thought was happening to me, and I won’t do it either. All I know is that something that I can’t explain happened once I wore that pendant. I'm not easily scared but that pendant really scared the shit out of me.