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

Back in senior school our form teacher told a story in assembly. She swore it was true.

When she was a student and still living at home she went out with her friends one night.

She came home late and when she got up next morning her parents asked her what she came back for the previous evening.

She didn’t have a clue what they were on about.

Apparently according to her parents, they were sitting watching TV about an hour after she’d gone out when she came home, and walked past them to go upstairs. Of course they said something like “Hello! You’re back early, did you forget something?” or similar but she just walked past them.

A couple of minutes later she came back downstairs, walked past them again without speaking and went back out.

Except she hadn’t been back.

I’ve often been tempted to look her up, just to ask her about that story 😁

My dad died when we were on holidays. When we returned to our home, the clock had stopped at the same time he died!

My nan felt a hand on her shoulder and saw her great aunt in the room. Invited her to sit down and they had a chat. Great aunt was saying goodbye. Nan then thought she must have nodded off in her chair and dreamt it all. Later that day, she got a call to say great aunt had died at the same time she had the 'dream'!

Years and years ago had a fight with neighbour and pulled off her wig. Jumped into car and fled with DH #1. Went and stayed with a vague friend over night. In middle of night footsteps overhead but it was a bungalow!

Brave DH got ladder and looked in loft. Nothing! Not a family living there!

@Snowcappedmountains

I once heard my daughter talking loudly in the garden, went out and she wasn't there. She was actually miles away, as it turned out

We stayed in a beautiful chocolate box cottage at Hartland point about 15 years ago.
On the first night I woke up to a repetitive banging noise. I got up to investigate, the bedroom door of my daughters bedroom was just swinging backwards and forwards banging, they were both sat up in bed terrified.I got a magazine and put it under the door to wedge it open assured them it was just a draught and went back to bed. And that I thought was that.
A couple of nights later we went to visit my husbands brother who lived locally, all the children came with us except for my stepdaughter and our granddaughter who decided to hang around the cottage and watch telly.
We were out until about eleven o clock.When we got back my stepdaughter was in the front room with our granddaughter.I commented on how late it was for her to be up.She said she wasn’t going upstairs as she had heard loads of banging and dragging noises.
I poo pooed this and went upstairs to show there was nothing there.
The upstairs was one long corridor with the bedrooms coming of on the one side, I went along checking each of the bedroom nothing was out of place, I got to the last one and went in.
The door slammed and the lamp on the bedside table, that was turned on,flew off towards me and broke on the floor.All the lights went off.
I have never been so frightened in my life, there was a horrendous feeling in the room, I found the door handle and got onto the corridor.We were in the middle of the countryside and so it was pitch black.
I screamed and screamed ( apparently, I can’t remember, my Husband told me).
That night my husband got the mattresses off the beds and dragged them downstairs, we were four adults and 3 children , none of us were prepared to sleep upstairs.
The next day we left.
I know the door could have been a draft although I can’t remember any windows being open, but to this day I have no explanation for the lamp.
The cottage has since been turned into a luxury holiday let, I wouldn’t stay there if it was free.

I have heard loads of "ghost stories" off different people. People you would never expect to believe in things like that.
One being my uncle. I think he was in the army at the time, and something about watching a man walking through an area of a ship no one should have been in. Apparently there was no way in or out of that part of the ship without keys, so he went to get someone to open the gates (think it was a dangerous part of the ship) they searched everywhere, but found no one.
Also a police officer I know. Had a really bad biking accident when he was younger. Nearly dad but saus he vividly remember s hovering about his body and feeling 2 hand press down on the back of his shoulders, pushing him back towards his body and saying "not yet son, you need to go back". His dad had died a few years before. I also think it was the same man (but I could be wrong, as it wasn't him who told me these stories) that said his dad had walked into his room and had asked him something, or said goodbye, but it wasn't his dad at all, because his dad had actually had a heart attack in the garden and died but no one had realised until around an hour later.

@Diversion I am not a crier, but your story has made me cry for the first time in years of being on MN. Soggy camping holidays are such a typical feature of family life, and it's bittersweet when that stage ends. The thought of your lost little one still being a quiet participant in your family events, and gently acknowledging the changing times is very, very poignant

Well he obviously died before we moved in 🤦‍♀️ because she lived here alone for a long time and he wouldn't still be here when we moved in! But the old lady was taken to live in a care home, or so I've been told.

We have had a couple of things happen in the house we live in now.
When I first moved into this house my oldest ds was 2 and it was just the two of us. He hated the left hand corner of my room. Told me there was a monster in that corner, but didn't seem too scared so I thought nothing of it until around 5 years later, my second ds was around a year and a half old. We were in the house alone as ds1 was at a friend's house playing and dp was at football. We live in a ground floor flat so all in the one level. I was in the kitchen and ds 2 was in my room playing with toys, all of a sudden he came pelting into the kitchen howling, tears steaming down his face telling me there was "a lady in the room" (same corner as ds 1 told me there was a monster). I picked him up and took him back in, he was squealing and hiding into my shoulder. Would not look up at all. I had to phone my mum and brother to come round I was so freaked out.
A few months after that, I was sitting in the living room and directly across from the couch we had a black marble fire place, so if you looked into the fire place you could see a pretty clear reflection into the hall way. DP and ds1 were in the kids room playing xbox and ds2 was kicking about in beside them. I called ds 2 in to get his jammies on, I was looking into the fire place watching for him coming. Obviously you couldn't see the whole hall but a couple fo feet high from the floor. As I was looking I saw legs walk past the living room door and shouted where are you going I'm in the living room. As I said that I saw ds2 little legs walk up to the living room door and stand outside as though he was watching something. I jumped straight up and went to the hall where ds was still standing. DP and ds1 still playing xbox. I knew that anyway as I could hear them clearly from the living room and they both said they hadn't left the room.
A few weeks later dp stayed up to watch something on TV in the living room. The next day he said to me "god I didn't realise what time it was until I heard you get up to go to the toilet". I hadn't went to the toilet he swears he head someone walk along the hall.
Another time dp was working a night shift and I had both kids in bed with me. It was around 1am and I was still awake when I heard the fire gaurd, clear as day bang off the wall 3 times from the living room. Toom me a lot to convince myself I head been hearing things and get to sleep that night. Infact I think I was still partially awake when do came home from work.
When I fist moved into this house, I would have fronds around to stay quite often as I didn't really like staying alone. A few times my best friend stayed and she told me a couple of years ago that she could never sleep in my house because she was so scared, she just didn't like to tell me at the time.
All those things happened within about 6 months of each other. I had my mum stay a lot when dp had to work away. I felt ridiculous doing it, but a few times I went around the house asking "it" to leave and telling "it" there was nothing here for "it" anymore.
I gre up just around the corner from my house now and I remember the old lady that lived here before. Her husband lived here too at one point but I don't remember him. Perhaps he died before we moved in.

ParkheadParadise so sorry for your loss. I hope you are ok. I have seen ur comments about your daughter's death before on threads and it breaks my heart everytime i see you comment. God bless you and your family. I hope you are surrounded by lots people who love and look after you. God bless. X

Many years ago my Dad died suddenly and unexpectedly at home. I was 17 at the time. It happened in the summer holidays, in August. Our next door neighbours were away at the time.

The following week their neighbours on the other side were really shaken up; apparently they had been speaking to these neighbours in the garden and they had commented on how ‘Norman (my dad) had been out in there garden early that very morning speaking to the rabbit’ even in the rain. They had heard him over the fence and seen him crouched by the hutch. They had no idea he had died 10 days previously.....

@RunningAwaywiththeCircus. Totally agree. I’ll never know whether it was my hormones but as you say it’s so real when it happens.

@mairay I love love love accounts of "near death experiences", there are similar experiences recounted at nderf.org

That woodland story has literally made the hairs on my arms stand up. Yeesh.

After giving birth to my ds I was put in a single room on the ward.
That night I was drifting to sleep when I saw an arm come round the privacy curtain and the hand took hold of my baby’s crib. I thought it was a midwife and pulled the curtain back but nobody was there. I pressed the call button in a state and the midwife said I was probably so tired and combined with being a new mum my mind was playing tricks.
They did however offer to take my ds and put him in the nursery next to ward control so I could sleep.
When I got home I told my dm who was also a midwife at the same hospital. She looked shocked and said about 2 years before she had worked on that ward and another mum in the same single room had seen the exact same arm and had insisted on moving to another bed.
The rumour was that a mother had died in that room and was looking for her baby.
My ds is 35 now but I can still see that arm as clear as day.

There is a story like this in my family about my great uncle. He was in a very bad accident in his teens and was pronounced dead by a Dr at the hospital. The Dr got hold of the papers to fill out when my great uncle woke up, gasping and crying and very much terrified and talking so fast that nobody could understand him. Of course doctors and nurses were in shock, as were the family members sat beside him.

My great uncle says he remembers very well what happened. He sees the car accident clearly as he watched himself from above as it happens, he saw the ambulance come and followed it to the hospital (all the time hovering above watching it all happen), he remembers the hospital staff working on him and the bright lights of the hospital turning into one huge white light, to the point where his whole vision was just blinding white. He then remembers walking and walking and then running as fast as he could through this white light, and coming to his late mother, who tells him he had to 'go home'. He remembers crying and sobbing and asking his mother if he could come with her, and then begging, could he please come with her. She told him no, it isn't time and you need to go home. She doesn't touch him, but he can feel her pushing him backwards and got the dizzy sicky feeling of being pulled backwards very fast. This is when he wakes up still sobbing and gasping for breath.

He absolutely believes that his mother pushed him back into the world as it wasn't time for him to die. It still creeps me out thinking about this, and if I hadn't been told directly from my great uncle I probably would have said it was bullshit. But he is adamant it happened, and he wasn't given any drugs which could cause him to hallucinate.

Ooh I've got a few.. I'll probably put these terribly but the first 2 gave me the absolute fear and I can still remember it now.

1. When I was about 5 we lived in a Victorian house that was lovely but very creaky and the windows were the proper old fashioned ones that used pulleys and had to be clipped in place, so they rattled a lot. I slept in the oldest part of the house and hated going to the loo in the night because I was convinced there was a ghost on the landing outside my room. I used to have awful dreams and would lie in bed at night paralysed with fear because I thought there was someone watching me in the corner of the room. I'd often wake up to the windows rattling and my entire body would go rigid because I thought I could see a blurred figure standing in front of the door stopping me from leaving the room. I changed bedrooms so many times and it was only in the new extended part of the house that I ever slept well.

1. There was quite a large shed in the back garden and you could actually get up on a second level using a step ladder where there was a beam across the ceiling. My dad did a lot of work to make the shed nicer, he put windows in and a heater but I still absolutely hated going in there, my sisters shut me in there once and I screamed and cried to be let out because I was convinced there was someone else in there with me. When we moved out my parents told us that the son of the previous owner had hung himself from the beam.. I don't know why they didn't demolish the bloody thing.

1. My lovely Mum died of cancer last year, we had moved house by this point and had been there for 9 years and never felt any 'woo' unlike our old house, but a few months ago before I went to bed I was in the loo and all the lights in the bathroom turned off. My sisters were just across the hallway and the lights in their rooms were fine but I just felt this calmness, so I said 'hi Mum', and the lights flickered a few more times so I shouted 'I think Mum's here' then they came back on. I went downstairs to check the fuse box and it was fine, we haven't changed the bulbs and nothing like that has happened since. I blame my Mum for all the woo-weirdness! Maybe she'll visit again.

I was too young to notice these thing at the time but have since overheard family talking about them.

Me and my brother used to go and stay with my Dad and Step-Mum every weekend. They had just has my baby sister and hadn't got much money at the time so we're renting a run down old house in a deprived area of the City that we lived in. We had electric heaters everywhere as the house just wouldn't get warm. My Dad noticed that there was always a weird perfume smell hanging around myself, my brother and my baby sister.

One day (me and brother were at our mums house) dad and step mum decided to bring their matress downstairs so they could sleep in the living room where there was a gas fire. Dad was at the bottom of the stairs holding one end of the matress, step-mum halfway up the stairs holding the other end when dad looks into the living room to see his car keys being flung across the room, the story goes that dad jumped over the matress and clambered up the stairs without a word 😂😂

My dad was constantly making us move rooms whilst playing as it seemed that every room we settled down in to play was bloody freezing!

Dad got chatting to an elderly neighbour one day and was asking about who lived in the house before us. The neighbour said that a lovely couple owned the house before my dad's landlord but the wife has passed away due to a brain tumour. She had been trying to start a family before her diagnosis. Dad believes this explains the weird smell and cold feeling constantly hanging around me and my siblings. I like to think she was just trying to spend time with us.

I've got loads of scary stories but I cba to type them all

The creepiest one didn't happen to me.But my dp.
We slept downstairs on a pull out sofa.Well this night my dp woke up and seen our toddler sitting behind us,but still on the sofa.
Anyway he goes to grab him,he shirks away.He goes to grab him again.
He shirks back,but this time he slowly dissolves in front of my DPS eyes.

He shakes me awake,tells me what he saw.I went up to check on the kids,and they where all still asleep.

He describes it as "it" was watching and studying us.But dp woke up and caught it.It really freaked him out.

Place marking for later

I used to have addiction issues. I woke up/came too one morning with the clearest image in my head of our toddler climbing over our 8th story balcony and me sort of floating above him.

I rushed into the main room and saw him climbing over. I grabbed him just in time.

(3 years later I’m clean and serene living in a 2 story house!)

That forest story is the kind of story you’d tell around campfires. So very obviously made up but good for one of those ghost story type evenings iyswim.

I believe hauntings/spirits etc can attatch themselves to people and me and my family have lived in several houses in different parts of the UK since I was a kid and pretty much everywhere have had strange things happen. When I was still a teenager living at home in the second to last house we lived in I started smoking at 15. I was about 17 when this happened. It was a weekend afternoon and we were all at home, I went out the back garden for a cigarette. As soon as I had finished it my dad suddenly comes to the back door and stands there looking freaked out. He said "you alright?" I said "yeah, why?" He said "what would you say if I asked if you wanted a cup of tea?" I said "yes please" laughed, what a strange thing to say! He then told me he was just upstairs, fancied a cup of tea. Knocked on my bedroom door, apparently I said" yes" so he came in "I " was sat on the bed not particularly doing anything, he asked "me" if I wanted a cup of tea, I answered "yes". So he went to the kitchen, put on the kettle and looked out the window to see me in the garden...

Another one with my dad, who is the most serious man ever and has no issues mentally etc. He woke up earlier than usual at 5am, couldn't sleep and heard muffled sounds from downstairs. Thought he would get up early for work and have breakfast etc. Started walking down the stairs to realise the noises were coming from the living room, of which the door was unusually shut. The sounds were that of furniture moving and he was surprised my mum and brother hadn't been woken by the noises. He carries on creeping downstairs thinking shit someone must have broken in. He quietly gets the baseball bat out from the cupboard beneath the stairs but feels nervous in case there are a lot of them and fears for our safety. Very quietly opens the front door to peer round the corner, the window is shut, the light is on but can't see anything moving. Noise Carrie's on getting louder like people desperately looking for something. Thinks fuck it , has 999 dialled on his phone ready in one hand, baseball bat in the other. Swings open the living room door to startle them. No. One. There. Nothing moved. Noise stopped as soon as he opened the door. Ran to the window again just to check and of course locked like always.