The following written confession was submitted via email: …When I was 17, I left home, found a job and a flat share back in London, but I would come home to my mums the odd weekend. This particular time I came home in the Friday, & I went to bed in my old room. That night I had a very vivid and terrifying nightmare…

The following written confession was shared via Reddit: My grandmother swore by this story till her dying day. It was during the war in London, and my dad was a baby. She was bombed out of her house and was staying with a friend….