Creepiest thing that has happened to you that you can not explain?

@thebreezethebreeze Why did you laugh at my pp, 5 years after it was posted? If you don't believe in this stuff just scroll past. Troll.

Fast asleep one night a few years back. All of a sudden I heard a male voice literally shout my name so loud it woke me and DH up. As we sat up there was an almighty banging noise and every drawer on our bedside tables flung itself open. Crapped us up so much we moved out a few weeks later!! Will never forget that night and stay well away from that house and that street even now.

I was around 12 years old, I was in my room doing my homework, My mum had nipped out to the shop so I was on my own. It went from totally quiet to a loud booming male voice literally shouting at me to get out. That's all it said, Get out, So I did. I ran out of my room and sat at the bottom of the stairs, two minutes later my mum was home. Sounds crazy but it came from my wardrobe. Mum had a look around, Nobody there, Nothing out of place. I quickly forgot about it.

Recently I visited my mum, She still lives in the same house, The above story came up and we talked about it and how strange it was. Mum told me to download one of those apps on my phone that picks up 'ghost voices' just for a laugh. We walked through the house, huddled together, Nothing anywhere, I walked into my old room and a voice came out of my phone over the static telling me to leave. I'm now 40 and you better believe I left.

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The creepy woodlands story is the Savernake Forest story, it makes the hairs stand on the back of my neck everytime I read it.

That’s happened to my toddler too @JustAddCoffee91, I’ve been in bed and on his monitor I can hear him in his cot giggling and cooing as if someone is talking to him and tickling him. I like to think it’s one of his great grandparents. DH’s cousins little boy used to tell them he was playing with ‘Jimmy’ when he was a toddler, who was DH’s grandad and by all accounts a lovely man who was great with kids.

My almost 11 week old laughs in his sleep too, most noticeably last night full on giggles that he hasn’t done to us in awake time, but is doing in his sleep? So not sure if he’s dreaming or someone visiting and tickling him too

@exiledfromcornwall This has happened to me loads!!

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I was sorting dinner a couple of weeks ago and I could hear my toddler giggling in the next room, like hysterically giggling and I went in to see what he was laughing at and he was rolling around on the floor like somebody was tickling him, he wasn't just laughing on the floor, when I tickle him he sort of puts his chin into his chest and he was doing the exact same thing... so strange he's only 17 months old though so he can't even tell me... so strange though

I've had that a couple of times @Graciebobcat. It's weird isn't it? You can feel something sort of in the air but can't see or hear anything. One time, there was a smell of perfume as well

No idea what causes it, probably a sudden change in air pressure or something....

Something happened only a couple of days ago. I was out in the back garden in the evening, it takes me about half an hour to water everything in the front and back garden. Doing this nearly every evening at the moment as it's so warm and dry.

I had been round the front of the house and down the bottom of the garden, to the raised bed, the greenhouse and was just finishing up on the patio, in a very relaxed frame of mind.

I felt as if someone jumped to the side of me, like as if someone landed next to me, as if to say "Hi!" or "Boo!" I thought it was my eleven year old daughter, as it seemed like someone almost my height but a bit shorter. Of course there was no-one there, and I didn't see anything, just felt a sensation. It wasn't frightening at all, I just thought "Oh!" and carried on with what I was doing, went inside and both daughters were upstairs on their computers.

It involved a wasp, but very long probably boring story!

I know nobody has posted here in a while but this just happened and I immediately thought of this thread.

Started hearing noises downstairs while everyone is in bed. Thought one of DDs make have snuck up and started playing with the iPad. It sounded like something was playing downstairs.

Couldn't see anything in DDs' room so went downstairs to see if the TV had turned on somehow. Noise gets louder and clearer. A couple of women singing something like Happy Birthday and laughing. I get to the TV (open plan downstairs but the TV is against a wall leading to a few steps to the front door if that makes sense. From the stairs to the second level of the house, you have to walk past the front door and around that wall).

The TV wasn't on. Suddenly the laughing stops. Deadly silent. Just work DH up to check downstairs for me. Both doors locked. Nobody down there. He thinks it came from outside or was the downstairs neighbor but in the year we've loved here, I've never heard that. And the sound was in the living room, as if coming from the TV.

Of course, Inger back to bed and my book lamp turns on by itself. Not sure I'll sleep well tonight!

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One night when I was around 16/17 I was staying round a mate’s house. Her parents were away so it was just me, her, and a couple of other mates. The house itself was quite old (built early 1800s) and had a very odd feel. I don’t think the way it was built helped. Think very long narrow hallways, narrow rickety staircases ect. My mate’s dog flatly refused to go upstairs.

Anyway, during the night I woke up needing the toilet. Left the bedroom and walked towards the bathroom (which of course was at the end of a very long hallway...) and I noticed it was FREEZING. Icy cold. I felt like something was watching me but put it down to just psyching myself up.

Finished in the toilet and was washing my hands when I heard a very faint whistle. Not the whistle of pipes or the boiler, but someone whistling a tune. It started off very faint but gradually got louder and louder as if whoever was whistling was coming closer. Needless to say I was completely terrified! I froze in fear until the whistling abruptly stopped, and then I threw the bathroom door open and sprinted down the hallway and back into the bedroom as fast as I could.

Initially I thought my mates might have been playing a prank, but they were all still fast asleep and snoring! Needless to say I didn’t sleep the rest of the night. I mentioned it to my mate the next day and she said she and her parents had all heard the whistling before too.

This was years ago and it still gives me chills to recollect it!

No, I did ask that question and she recalls he said they had been married for a long time, since before the death on the stone. Also his name wasn't actually Bob, it is not a common name then or now. So unlikely that two husbands had that name.

nuttymomma - he may have been her second husband?

Two stories from me. One regarding my mum and one regarding my Grran.

story 1

after my DGran died, my mum would visit her grave almost daily as you do.

She would see a man at another grave, either sitting in front of the grave or a bench nearby. He'd look so sad and often be crying.
Once she approached him and asked if he was okay. He said his name was Bob and his wife had died and he wanted to be close to her and visited every day.
My mum would see him every time she visited and sometimes chat away to him about little things.
Gradually she noticed him less although still now and then. She assumed that, like her, he was learning to deal with this grief better and therefore visiting less.
One day it had been windy or something and a display on my DGrans grave had blown away in the direction of this man's wife's grave. My mum went to fetch it and caught side of his wives grave.
His wives name and date of death was entered below his! He had died before her!
My mum swears she had not noticed any of this before. She is very anti-woo and swears she would have noticed. She swears that the man would sit on that very grave and say it was his wife.
She hasn't seen him again although does look out for him.

story 2 (I've told this one before)

My gran, before she died, was in hospital for something and I forget what she was in hospital for. Maybe a fall.
My mum went to pick her up to take her back to her care home. A care home worker was with mum to help.
My mum noticed another care home resident in the opposite bed and commented on this to my gran.
Gran: "yes, she's going to die soon"
Mum and care worker obviously went shush shush as the other woman's family were there.
Gran was adamant and would not be silenced. She said this other woman had "a dark cloud" over her head.
Anyway they got gran back to her care home. Got her settled etc.
Mum went back to the home the next day to visit DGran and the care worker came running up.
The other lady had died overnight.
Gran said "see, I told you so".

My weirdest one was the death of my Grandpa. My Dad repetitively tried calling both my sister and I in the early hours of the morning to let us know Grandpa had died but was unable to get through to either of us on our mobile phones or my landline. He said it was like we were both disconnected. Just emptiness on the end of his line. He ended up calling our Mum instead (who he had divorced from) and was able to get through to her just fine and she decided to break the news to us later that morning with a cuddle in person. It was kind of better that way in the end than finding out in the bleak early hours of the morning when you are by yourself.

Then the whole journey to the funeral was bizarre, almost comical when we look back now, but what happened next was peculiar. We left the hotel to go to the funeral and when we sat in the back of the funeral car my mobile phone went crazy. It kept flashing up with its power off screen which was pure white and said ‘Goodbye’. Then ever so briefly a photo I had taken of Grandpa popped up followed again by the screen with ‘goodbye’ on. I tried to sort it out but it wouldn’t turn off and just kept flashing ‘goodbye’. I ended up taking the battery pack off.
As we were driving along in the procession I realised that the man sitting with the coffin in the very back of the hearse looked remarkably like my Grandpa so mentioned it to my Dad who gave me a rather strange look. It was only when I got out of the funeral car and walked round to the hearse that I realised there was no way that you could of sat in the back of the hearse next to the coffin.
When we arrived back home my phone was still playing up so I sent it off to be fixed. It got returned a few days later with a letter/invoice saying no fault could be found. Sure enough it was working just fine so I went on to have a look at my last ever photo I had taken of Grandpa a few weeks prior to his death. The one that flashed up in the funeral car. It was gone.

I’ve had many strange experiences but that one by far stands out as just being so odd.

@EloiseTheFirst
This sounds like disgruntled locals to me.
We've had similar (bangs on windows etc) whilst in a Cornish holiday home.

A few more weird things... not really scary though.

My husband lost his lovely nana a few years back - it was her birthday recently, as he was pottering around the kitchen ,he said he got a really strong smell of her perfume for a few seconds. I was also thinking about her and the tv ariel fell down a second later, more likely a coincidence but I jumped abit!

We grew up in a big Victorian house, I’ve never felt scared or sensed anything bad there at all but a couple of things have happened that are a little strange....

I was poorly with the flu, I’m lying in bed half asleep, half awake and feel a cold pressure on my cheek, like a hand touching it, when I opened my eyes, whatever it was quickly lifted away. I just lag there looking from side to side.
In the same room another time , I was half asleep again from a nap , I heard a very loud whisper say “ yeessssss”. I sat up in bed , instinctively looking at a corner of my room where it came from. Again, I don’t remember being scared just abit like “huh?”

In the same house, my sisters dd ( when she was a baby) used to always look at a certain corner of the room from her cot and smile/coo/wave. Used to freak my sister out.

@SocialConnection I know - that story has stayed with me too!

There's a book, I think written by the archaeologist in charge of the case, about the things she's seen. I think quite a lot of it is nonsense, but some of it is very spooky!

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Ooh, the Wikipedia for the heads has the line 'saw a large, dark, werewolf-like figure on the stairs that jumped over the banisters and into a corridor before vanishing' looks very familiar! I wonder if my memory did originate with that story!