I live in a small two bed-room house. It was built in the 40's, and has a furnace capable of heating only the living room and kitchen. During winter, I use portable heaters to heat the bathroom and one of the bedrooms which I use as an office. The bathroom is pretty small- just large enough for the sink, toilet, and shower. It is this one little room that my story centers...

I like to sleep in the living room on my hide-away bed so I can watch TV- and be close to the heat vent. One night, while I was sleeping, I heard the toilet flush. In the colder months, when you flush the toilet, the pipes will rattle for about 1/2 hour. I checked things out, but didn't find anything odd... other than that the toilet had flushed itself. I simply shrugged- too tired to worry about it, and went back to sleep.

Every night for about a week this went on. I thought it was odd, and decided to see if there was some sort of pattern to it. By the end of the next week, I saw one- it would flush around 4:00 AM every morning. I called a plumber, who couldn't figure out what was going on. He suggested replacing the toilet and pipes- but I knew the landlord couldn't afford it at the time, so I declined.

A couple of nights later, I heard the toilet flush, and a new sound I couldn't identify... kind of a tittering and a shuffling sound. Curious, I checked out the bathroom. Turning on the light, I saw the last of the toilet paper from the roll disappearing down the toilet. Not wanting to take any chances, I locked my toilet paper in the cabinet. Toilet paper's not cheap after all.

By now I was getting the feeling that maybe I wasn't completely alone in the house... though if there was "someone" else there, why were they acting up now? I'd been living there for about 3 years before these things started happening.

I came home one night; after taking off my combat jacket and beret, I went to take a piddle. In the middle of the room was a small pyramid of toilet paper rolls, with the screen from my window balanced by one corner on top. I didn't need this, so I said, "Don't play with the toilet paper, please?"

The flushings continued for about another month, and then just stopped. It's been a year since the last occurance.

Stewey,,,it was just Archie Bunker's Ghost on "The Turlet" again!!!

Just give him a fresh Cigar and He'll go away,,,Meathead!!!

Must've been real bored to play with the toilet paper too. LOL

Well,,,That's just how Archie was...

You know Stewey, its funny you should menyion this story, because something along the same lines happened to me and my family.
Not quite as dramatic as yours but i'll tell it anyway:
it was a few days after my nans death, and every morning, about 3am every time, there was really loud banging in the bathroom, and the only way you could stop it was to go in and flush the toilet. (which gets kind of annoying having to do that in the middle of the night)
I don't know weather you believe in spirits or not, but my nan died of
bowel cancer, so there's the toilet link.

Anyway, once my mum told her to stop doing it, she did, until a few weeks ago when i recieved a message from her at the spiritualist church. When i got home that night it happened twice. Proof enough for me.

My life is full of little odd things like this. LOL

Really? What other stories are you willing to shre?

Well, there's the time a ghost walked through me...

And the first time I used a ouija board...

And others.

A ghost walked through you? Do share!!!

yea go on tell ya story plz

It's a really short tale:

When I was in Grade 3, I lived in a small town called Barriere, BC. it basically had two main streets with an airfield in between them. On one side of the airfield was "Downtown", the other the "Sub-burbs".

One day, Mom asked me to see what this old man walking down our drive-way wanted. I went out, but didn't see anyone. I felt a cool breeze, and dismissed it as just that, and went inside.

I told her nobody was out there, at which point she pointed at the spot where I felt the breeze, and said, "He went through you, and around back."

I was a little ruffled to say the least. LOL

Thats so weird! i think i'd be creeped out too.

These days, it's not so bad... makes life interesting. LOL

What was the ouija board story you mentioned?

Just the first time a friend and I used a Ouija Board. The flames of the candled grew about an inch in length, room got cold, and noises were heard.

When we finished, the flames and the temperature went back to normal... but for about a week, my friend reported seeing a light coloured figure hanging out near the table where we did the session.

After a week, the sightings stopped, and life went on.

wow!
I'd never do one of those though (again)
Knowing me i'd end up with the worst spirits in the universe, lol

I've gotten good at it, have my own rituals and precautions I take before opening a session.

And there's the time with the ashes of my friend's Dad...

oooh, go on, tell us that one! please..?

We had just come back from the "Rock 'n' Firkin"- a nice little pub here in town... withing crawling distance of my friend's place, which is why we liked it.

First I need to describe a bit of the lay-out of the house. Attached to the house, is the garage. You can access the upstairs and the down stairs through two seperate doors, though you can't go straight from the basement to upstairs- you have to go through the garage. The basement was never locked, while the upstairs is.

Jay went to unlock the upstairs door, but found his key was gone. We weren't worried because there was the spare one by the front door- unfortunately, that one was gone too. Jay had one more key hidden in the backyard... to bad THAT one was missing now too.

It was decided that Jay and our other friend would go back to the pub to see if he dropped the key there, while I waited at the house. While I waited, I had this strange feeling that I should go into the basement. It was almost as if something was directing me.

I went downstairs, and went to this set of shelves that had all these cardboard boxes on them. I don't know why- just that I had to find something.

I started rummaging around until I found a small little box tucked in the back. I took this and went back up to the garage to wait for my friends.

They arrived, and I handed the box to my friend, "I think you've been looking for this..."

It turns out that he had been packing, and accidently misplaced the little cardboard box holding his Dad's ashes in it... until I found it...

I don't know why I was chosen to find it... but I'm glad I was able to help.

As a side note, up until I "found" the ashes, the cat- Milo, had this strange fascination with that part of the basement. Ater I gave my friend the ashes, the cat stopped going in there.

watch the movie "Grave Secrets: The Legacy Of Hilltop Drive" or read the book on which it was based, The Black Hope Horror by Ben Williams, Jean Williams, And John Bruce Shoemaker. They also had a flushing toilet.

Seems like since stuff like this happens to you often, you were just more open to receive the message than your friend was. Same with the cat (they say animals are sensitive to the paranormal) but he just couldn't communicate it.

I think spirits still use the bathroom, just not always in one place - depends on where they are at the time

After my mother died, the toilet flushed and I didn't notice it because she lived with us and she was always using the bathroom and flushing the toilet - she drank alot of tea!!

Stewey,
Ask the Ouija Board about me or maybe the Tarot cards?

Ooooh!! Yeah Stewey, do me too!!! I want to know if you can use your tarots for me. Maybe you can tell me that I'm going to be happy, stress free, and recieve an amazing financial increase in my life (really soon)!

I think I remember a time when I was young, that there was something going on with our toilet flushing by itself. I was just so young, that I can't recall any details.