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

My great nan (aged 98) was in a care home to give my Nan some respite, I had popped in to see her with my DH, she said she wasn’t feeling very well, so we helped her to her room and one of the careers came to help her get ready for bed. As I was leaving I said “ night night nana, I’ll be back tomorrow to see how you are” she held my face in her hands, kissed me and said “ oh there’s no point in coming back tomorrow, my mother is coming tonight, so I won’t be here” so I kind of humoured her and we left. She died in the early hours of the following morning, I believe her mother came, just as she said.

Fucking hell!

I’ve been reading this thread and of course creeped myself out. Live in a very old house that feels like it has a bit of presence- but not scary- just like the house is old (there is one room that I inexplicably refuse to use, that’s supposed to be DS’ room that he’s never slept in... not sure why).

Anyway.

As I was dozing off about ten mins ago, I had the random thought of “I hope I haven’t left the fairy lights on downstairs- if there was a fire in this house it would be so hard to get out” (we don’t have a back door... listed property so can’t put one in... anyway). Went rambling through my anxiety checklist (need new fire blankets,must buy a fire escape ladder) AND THE FUCKING SMOKE ALARM WENT OFF.

Been downstairs, checked around, nothing amiss. No smoke. No hint of smoke.
This has happened before, when I’ve been in the midst of a similar anxiety spiral about fire (we lived v near Grenfell when the fire happened, haven’t been able to forget it)- the fire alarm has gone off whilst I’ve been spiralling.

When I first moved in here with baby DS (I’m a single parent) I often felt like someone rested their hand on my head when I was going to sleep (but felt so lonely and terrified of how alone we were), in a really comforting, relaxing way, and do wonder if they don’t do things like sounding the smoke alarm, to let me know that the safety stuff is working and we’re being looked out for.

Thank you, *@garbagegirl *. It really freaked me out at first and I worried about my sanity, but upon reflection, it was pretty comforting.

Placemarking for the morning!

I was just reading this thread and got into bed in the dark.

As I slipped under the covers, I became aware of a hard lump under them.

I gingerly pulled out.....

A copy of Axel Scheffler's Pip and Posy: The Scary Monster 😱😆

Back in the early 80s I trained as a nurse and stayed working at the same hospital until the early 90s. The hospital was knocked down about 20 years ago along with a neighbouring one as they merged and a new PFI hospital was built.

Each floor of the hospital had three wings, east, central and west and each wing had two nightingale wards. It was only a three story hospital. The way the building was set out meant that if you were at the nurses station in ant if the wards, you could see the lifts. Hospitals were a bit quieter at night then in the sense that in the early hours, whilst you may have some very ill patients, you didn't get some of the night admissions/late night moves of patients that we see nowadays so the lifts, corridors etc would be very quiet. Also for the last 18 months I worked there, we no longer had an A&E, it was centralised on the other hospital site, so we didn't even get emergency admissions at night.

However, on one wing, you'd often hear the lift start to whirr and could hear it coming up but slowly, much slower than normal, see the arrow light lit up, arrive, the doors open, no one come out, then the door close, and it would go down again. I always got a huge sense of dread when it did this as did others. It was an old lift and it's design meant it would sit at the last floor it had been at until someone had pressed the button on one of the other floors. It would do this several times over one night for no apparent reason and then not at all on the following nights. Our rotas were a six week rotation of which one week was a week of nights, and this wouldn't happen all the time but enough for us all to notice. We'd reported it to security on more than one occasion in case someone was mucking around, they found no one, and also to estates in case there was a fault, no fault was ever found.

@ElectricTonight. Were the eyes on the dressing gown?

OK, sounds mad - as if the arms of the dressing gown were the headress of a nun (shapewise) and the eyes were where the face would be?

Hmm I am reading these posts and am starting to wonder about my DS's bedroom now

We have lived here about 2 years, part of our house was built in the 1800s, then there is a two storey extension which is about 30 years old. My DS1's room is in the old bit, ours is in the new bit. Since we moved in, he has always complained that the room is cold, and it really is quite noticeable. He has a decent sized radiator in there, but that room is always chilly compared to even DS2's room which is next door, also in the old part of the house.

Once, when everyone else was out at school/work, I had come upstairs for some reason and this particular bedroom door slammed. I went and checked if there was a window open, but there wasn't. It was winter, plus DS always moaning about his cold room so wouldn't have opened a window anyway! I did think at the time that it was odd, but nothing spooky occurred to me. When we decorated his room we had led spotlights put in, the electrician had to come and fix one as it was a slightly different colour to the others (adjustable bright white/warm white etc). About 6 months later I heard a loud pop sound whilst stood outside that room - went in and that same light had blown. Told DH that we would need it replaced again (they have a 10 yr warranty or something like that!) - but when he went to look, the light was working fine

I am not sure why I have never been concerned about this room before, but DS1 has just asked us to turn the heating on as his room is so cold again - and my reading of this thread was interrupted. There is also a strange staleish smell in there, despite a good airing, and my search for a rogue damp towel or PE kit did not find anything - I think I might have to investigate again tomorrow! (In daylight )

@tenlittlecygnets "Ghosts don't exist" Please spend a weekend at a real haunt and come back to us afterwards. I have spent a few days at something known as a "deathhouse" which is a place where people years ago went to when dying, as it was close to the church. Things happened there in broad daylight as well as night, and you most certainly would not be able to rationally explain anything that happened there. I haven't and I did not expect anything to happen. Changed my view on a few things, like can we really claim ghosts are not real in a sense. Until there is a way to properly measure spiritual waves and readings to debunk or confirm you can't claim there is no such thing. There is things that can not always be explained, other things are pipes in the walls or a scampering rat, not all ghost are ghosts, but then there is those things that happen right in front of you and it shouldn't have, right then and there is when you question "No ghosts exist?".

I lived near Savernake Forest there was an old disused railway line at the back of our garden and a wooden bridge about 2 mins from our house that we used to cross and be in the forest. Nothing creepy but sister fell in a cowpat once. 40 or so years on and it's still bloody hilarious

I'm loving all these spooky stories!

I think the most unexplainable thing that has ever happened to me was when my husband and I took our first holiday together, many years ago before we were married.

When we arrived at the hotel we discovered that our room had twin beds instead of a double. No big deal. In the middle of the night I was woken by my bed shaking very violently. I was cross at being woken and immediately assumed my husband was playing a prank...until I looked over and there he was slumbering peacefully in his totally non-shaking bed.

I leapt out of my bed like a scalded cat, and launched myself into his bed gibbering about my bed shaking. I still have absolutely no explanation whatsoever for it🤷🏻‍♀️

Oh hush ten

But surely @Recklessrocket, your dd at 10 months has just learned to sit up?!

on the 24th my uncle who I am not close to past away and it would of been his birthday today. He never knew about my daughter

But if you weren’t close to him and he never knew your dd, why on earth would he come and visit her? Ghosts don’t exist. This just shows that if you are suggestible, you will believe anything...

@Wagsandclaws

I regularly used to drive through savenake from Marlborough and hated it at night. Literally pit of my stomach sick feeling every single time. I just don’t like it there at all. Cannot explain it at all.

Another couple of things. Although these might seem strange.
We lived in a house, when I was a child, where there was a negative male presence. He died in the house and did horrendous renovations. I remember talking to my mum about how awful the renovations were (we'd only just moved in). In the hallway was a picture of a flower in a frame. As soon as we finished speaking, it dropped down the wall and fell down the stairs at quite a speed. I was only little but checked the wired on the frame and also the nail in the wall. The wire was intact and the nail was firmly in place.

Another time, my mum was in bed. My siblings were away with my DF visting family members. It was the summer and I was dozing on the sofa. I woke up as I heard a voice telling me with urgency to get the washing in and go to bed. I remember hearing "go! Do it now!". I did as I was told and locked up.
A few hours later my mum woke me up as someone had been trying the back door and set the dog off.
My last strange incident was a premonition about Sarah Payne. I had an awful dream where I saw her body face down in grass. I remember seeing the two strangers (a man and woman) finding her and the body being near a road. I remember waking up crying. A few days later her body was found.

Just before being taken to theatre to have a suspected ectopic removed I had a sensation of arms wrapping around me. It was so comforting and calming. Thankfully, it was a burst cyst and I have a healthy 8 year old. I’m convinced it was somebody trying to tell me everything would be ok.

When I was about 7, I used to read under the bed covers with a torch. One evening, about 8pm I had the distinct feeling there was someone/something in my room. I used to sleep with the lights on but my bedroom door would always be left open and the light in the passage outside my room would be left on. The feeling was so overwhelming and I felt such a sense of abject fear that I got out of bed with my torch still on and, backing towards the door, pointed my torch towards the corner of the room where, instinctively I knew the entity lurked.

As the beam lit up that corner, where a chair was placed, I saw the shadow of a hand slowly rising up behind the chair. Rationality for some reason kicked in that moment and I thought that I might be mistaken, that there was something between the beam of light and the corner of the room that cast the shadow. There was nothing.

I literally turned and ran downstairs to the room where my parents were having supper and I told them everything that had happened. I remember my Dad laughing as he said, “the only spirits in this house are the ones I keep in the drinks cupboard!” Eventually I reluctantly went back to bed but insisted my Mum go with me and stay until I fell asleep.

After all these years that memory is still fresh in my mind. I don’t have any clue to what it was, but at the time it felt like something malignant lurked there. I have absolutely no explanation for it.

A few weird things have happened.

When I was in my early teens, I was going through a difficult time and very "sensitive" to things.

On one occasion, we had all been out for a day trip. We were all fairly buoyant and talking about going home. One of my step-siblings said that we should play monopoly. I suddenly had a flash of the board being upside down and the houses scattered everywhere. We got home not long after and the house had been burgled.

Another occasion was when I was walking home from school. I saw my mum sitting in the front window, shaking her head and pointing to the back of the house. I took this to mean that I should go to my grandmother's house (who a distance lived behind us). I wasn't too phased as I just assumed that her and my stepfather were arguing. I walked to my DGM's and told her that my mum had told/gestured to me to go to hers. My mum had been taken in to hospital earlier in the day for trying to kill herself.

A few months ago, I dreamt about my DF (he passed away in 2010). He was with a toddler and was holding a little ball of light (I had a miscarriage in late 2016 and May 2019) He told me everything was OK and that they were safe with him. I'm sure it's just my subconscious but I felt such a sense of love and peace I was able to move on.

The night of Grenfell, I had vivid and very upsetting nightmares of a man in a flat banging on a window. I could see the flames behind him. When I woke up, I saw the news. I’m not sure what happened in my mind that night, but I can’t even think about the Grenfell victims without feeling like crying.

I have quite a happy story really, only slightly creepy. My father died very suddenly, and a few days later my DS told me that my father was in his room. He was only four, so he didn't really explain what he meant. He just said he looks happy. Two weeks later I found out we were expecting a very surprising baby girl. She looks and acts so similar to him, hard not to see her as his parting gift.

Follow follow follow!

(woops - I've just looked at the preview of this post and I DO harp on a bit)

OK, so this is going to go on a bit, as it's the first time I've written it down and there's a fair old amount to say.

The following happened when I was between the ages of 14-17, I'm guessing (I'm now 40) so many moons ago...

I lived in a little village in the Lincolnshire Wolds in a large, old house which my dad had renovated. It had originally been one house, then split in to 2, with the larger portion being the village post office/shop and the smaller end being a private residence. When my parents bought it, it was a shell and needed total renovation to turn it back in to a habitable space.

The upper floor of the house had 3 bedrooms, mine being in the middle. My parents had an ensuite at their end of the house and my brother and I shared a bathroom at the other end of the house.

Weird things started happening when I was around 14/15, but nothing too 'out there' - for example, if I couldn't sleep I would put the radio on, very quietly, but just for a bit of backround noise. One night I was lying there at about 2am and there was a U2 concert being played by Radio 1. I had listened to it earlier that week and it was a repeat. This time, however, I'm lying in bed and whilst the songs that I've recently heard are playing, a little girl's voice comes on the radio and starts singing this little song. She wasn't singing along to U2 but I wasn't paying full attention so didn't take note of what it was she was singing, but then she giggles and says 'oops! hee hee, I've forgotten the words!' and then radio goes back to U2. Ok, fine. Static/weird connections/frequencies... thought not that much of it. It was odd enough to remember but didn't freak me out so at some point I drift off to sleep.

A few months later, again I cant sleep, so having recently read somewhere that the direction in which you lie in your bed can affect how well you sleep, I decided to put my head where my feet would normally go (so I would now be facing my bedroom door and the sash window is say 6ft behind my head), and my feet are up at the headboard end of the bed (which is adjacent to a wall). Now I KNOW I wasn't asleep (I try to be as rational as possible) as I was having some awful thoughts about my dad and some fling I had a feeling he was having with a woman in the village. It was just playing round my mind and I was getting quite anxious about it. I must point out that the lights are off, I'm lying on my back with the duvet pulled up to just under my chin and my arms are under the duvet but my hands are tucked up, resting on my shoulders (like chicken wings!) - this was rememberable in itself, as I used to only ever sleep on my side with the duvet covering my exposed ear.

So, I'm lying there in the dark, eyes closed, worrying, when I hear breathing (deep, slow heavy breathing), and footsteps. The footsteps walk past me, go to the sash window, rattle it as if checking it's secure, then the footsteps and breathing get closer, to right behind my head. Two hands gently but firmly press where my hands are (up by my shoulders, covered in duvet) for a couple of seconds and then the footsteps/breathing head away from me, towards my door. I wasn't worried as I assumed it was my mum coming to tuck me in. I'm 15, remember. My mum hasn't tucked me in for years. So I remember thinking how lovely it was that she would do that randomly. I open my eyes to say goodnight, but... the door never opens. I sit bolt upright, switch on the light and figure out that something really weird has just happened. Go in to my parents' room and my mum is fast asleep. Leg it downstairs and my dad is asleep in front of the TV (watching Zulu, so he's been there a while). He wakes up, I ask him if he's just been upstairs and no, he's been asleep for ages. Little brother is staying at a friends. So.... by this point I've realised something odd has just happened and I grab a camping mattress and sleep at the foot of my mum and dad's bed because there's no way I'm going back in my room. Absolutely terrified. My parents don't believe in anything 'woo' and there was no way I could convince them that something weird had happened.

From that night on, for the next two years that we lived in that house, I slept with the light on every single night. I also propped my door open with anything heavy as I was too petrified to be in there alone. Odd things continued, which I'm going to bullet point, as if not, i'll be typing all night:

• someone/thing used to tie my shoelaces of my running trainers together. I started to notice it and I thought I was actually going mad. I was so convinced that I was just not noticing how I'd take my trainers off in the evening, that every night I used to write down in a note book how I'd left them. Without fail, every morning for months, they'd either have the bows done up, or the trainers would be tied together. Sometimes I decided to 'play' with this 'thing' in the house and I would tie them up myself (note down that I had done so) and in the morning they'd be untied!
• Again, I was listening to Radio 1 one evening and it was the Evening Session with Steve Lamaq... I was quite an indie kid, and I was recording the program on to a tape (brand new tape, out of the plastic, put in to tape deck). Then this hardcore techno started playing and I remember thinking to myself 'I should get up and stop recording this cos I hate techno' and just as I had that thought, the tape player clicked and it stopped recording! I got up to investigate. Tape seems fine, not stuck/jammed/unravelled, no power cut etc. I rewind the tape and play it back and there, instead of indie/techno was a man's voice (god Ive got shivers right now) slowing slurring words - if it had have been a defective tape I would have thought there would at least have been backround noise but no, it was just this bloke sloooooowly speaking. I couldn't make out the words and too be honestly I was too fucking scared to listen to more. I nearly had a heart attack then and there, thinking 'THIS feels DARK' and ran downstairs to burn the tape in the fire immediately.

• one Sunday afternoon, I'm in the house alone - mum and dad in the pub, and brother is at a mate's house for the weekend. Has been there since Friday after school. I go in to the bathroom that my brother and I share and in the bath tub, lined up in a wave-type pattern are all my lipsticks, liquid eyeliner, pencils, various tubes of makeup. Standing upright, perfectly balanced. Even the pencils. Again, I freak out and grab everything and throw it back in it's normally untidy heap on the shelf. Nobody's in the house. My parent's aren't jokers. My brother hasn't been there all weekend.

• One afternoon, I lost my dog - she ran off chasing rabbits (she'd been found 10 days later, 30 miles away, covered in fox shit, having had a GREAT time). So me and my mate are in my room, we've been out to look for the dog, can't find her and I am really angry with myself and worried etc. We have to go and do our shift (country pub, waitressing) so are getting reading. We're both slapping on some make up and I say ' I am just SO fucking angry with myself' and at that point my old fashioned alarm clock (like a cartoon alarm clock, with the bells on the top) jumps off the side of my dresser on the other side of the room on to the floor. It was about 10 inches from the edge. No breeze/wind/vibrations.

-I used to hear someone (feminine voice) saying my name. I would also be thinking about something and I would very clearly hear someone (masculine voice) saying 'yes' or 'no' . I honestly got to the point where I thought I was losing my mind. I'm actually very sane, if a little sensitive :-)

I never really had the feeling that 'it' was malevolent, more like 'it' wanted to let me know it was trying to connect with me. Due to my dad's behaviour, our family atmosphere was always a little fraught and I think this 'thing' whatever it was, just latched on to me to let me know someone was looking out for me/wanting to play. Apologies for not explaining that more eloquently - I've been up since 5am and am running out of steam!

I've had a few other weird happenings in that village but I've been typing for an age so am going to have a dirty fag and walk my dogs. In the dark. Alone! Eeeek. haha.

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Moved into a house where the elderly previous owner had died a few months before.
I woke up in the night and saw the figure of this man standing over me. I recall seeing these jeans and a checked shirt, hands on hips. Felt hostile, and I didn’t dare look up to see the face. I closed my eyes and then peeped and he was gone. Terrified me!