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

@Zaphodsotherhead off to Google Hexham Heads now! I remember it as a bowl but could well be memory getting scrambled. PS - love Hitchhiker's 💞

I dream things that then come true.

I only ever remember my dreams if they're a nightmare or of they're going to come true. I never have strange dreams that are just strange dreams if you know what I mean. They're either horrifying or they're premonitions.

Some really really boring. Such as going to the park on a particular day and certain people being there.
Others more interesting.

One that sticks out to me, I was about 10.
I dreamt that my mum had asked me and my older brother to nip to the chippy and get some chips and curry sauce. It was a Thursday, and mum was pregnant and we'd often nip to the chippy as she was craving the curry sauce. We went together usually as I liked feeling grown up. So off we trot to the chippy. On the way home a man attacked us, and my brother told me to run while he tried to fight the man off. He was 13, much faster than me, so if he had run too he would have left me in the dust, and i'd have got hurt by this man. I remember running as fast as I could, and I just knew my brother was seriously injured and needed to go to hospital. Then I woke up

A few weeks later my mum asks us to go to the chippy. It was a Thursday. I complete freaked out. Just point blank refused to go, got really upset so my brother said he'd go on his own, he didn't mind.
Off he went to the chippy and on the way back a man tried to attack him. Because I wasn't with him, he was able to run and not worry about what would happen to me.
While he was out I explained to my mum about my dream. Then he came bursting in and said that someone had tried to grab him. My mum phoned the police and it turned out there was a drug addict hanging around, mugging children, he had literally just mugged an older boy then spotted my brother and made a beeline for him.

Yes me too.

I've had quite a few instances where I am reading something while the telly is on and I read a word in the text, and almost at the same time I hear the word said on the telly, and not particularly commonplace words either.

I constantly find that I’m thinking a word, phrase, song or incident and thenI hear someone else say the same thing within minutes. Or I’m thinking about something and then see it written on a van which was out of my vision beforehand. My OH and I often find we’re thinking of the same thing at the same time. I experience strange synchronicities on an ongoing basis.

@SocialConnection - are you sure it was a bowl, not the Hexham Heads? Some of the stories attached to those are freaky... and I think they were featured on Nationwide!

A few years ago I requested a boden catalogue online & they didn’t send me one.

I didn’t get bombarded with emails about fun skirts and basic tops either.

Really odd.

Mycatisthebest
Thank you 😊 it really was.

Wtf. Was the drunk woman you?

No, LOL.

RocketQueen21

That was a lovely dream

Before my.husband and I got married we lived in a.flat it.was very old a and.we had lots.if strange happenings there , the worst one was when we had our nephew stay the night he was only 3 and my husband and i.were in bed & he was.staying in the spare room we heard.him get.up and walk down the hallway open the creaky bathroom door and turn the.light on but not.have a wee then run into the living room , I got.up to get.him and there was no1 there and looked in on him and he was fast asleep , I grabbed him and put.him in our bed , my husband.heard it all too and before.we lived there was .complete non believer , we moved a couple of.months later.as it really freaked.us.out , it was horrible ! X

There’s a park near me like that. When it’s dark, you wouldn’t know that the back of the park had a sharp slope down to a river as there’s no lights! So dangerous, can easily imagine a drunk stumbling down there

Wtf. Was the drunk woman you?

One January night some 30 years ago, I particularly wanted to go for a walk at 1am. Not super unusual. DH came with me.

Then I had a very strong desire to go through the (locked-up) large park near our house. Very unlike me as I hate being caught breaking rules. I persuaded DH to climb over the fence with me.

It was a very still quiet night. We heard a few small splashes in the large shallow lake. It nearly pitch black, so we couldn't see properly what it was. DH wasn't too interested and guessed it was a swan. He was inclined to walk on.

I insisted I wanted to SEE the swan. I was as persistent and unreasonable as a toddler. We stopped and stared into the darkness and still couldn't see, so I waded in to see it. DH came too because it might've been a monster and he's chivalrous like that, LOL.

It turned out to be a drunk person, face down in two feet of water, making her last few feeble movements as she drowned.

We hauled her to shore, water gushed from her lungs and she started coughing and mumbling. We got a neighbour to call an ambulance and they took her away.

It wasn't so odd that she should have fallen into the lake and got herself into trouble. There was no fence on that side of the park. Several pubs nearby had frequent lock-ins, so a drunk person might easily wander there at that hour. But I have no idea why I'd had such a strong urge to go into the park and then wade into an icy lake to see a "swan" in the dark.

I don't remember how old we were, but my younger brother and I were young enough not to be allowed to stay home alone overnight, so we were staying with my grandparents in their rather forbidding 1920s house.

Does anyone remember Nationwide, an early evening magazine TV programme? We enjoyed watching it because there were often funny bits, and we were allowed to see it that night at Nanna and Grandad's.

One of the items was a story about a bowl which was supposed to be cursed. I can't remember the details of the story but the idea was that the person who owned it would see a terrifying creature roaming the house at night.

Hours later, when I was lying in the big old fashioned bed in the big old fashioned house with my little brother in a room on the other side of the house with my grandparents, it came into my room.

I did not sleep that night, lying rigid in bed, eyes wide open. I've never been so terrified before or since.

About 10 years ago I think, the BBC website had a little regular 'stories from the archives' thing, and I was scrolling through it - and a story caught my eye. It was that bloody bowl creature, and immediately I was chucked straight back to that night, being a petrified little girl who believed it was in her room.

It was of course all in my imagination, but I can still see its outline on the flower patterned wallpaper.

I’ve had a few telepathic moments that made me laugh. I was walking into a shop one day and had to walk between two ladies who were talking about someone they knew who had a baby. One lady asked what they were calling the baby. In my head I said Liam as I was walking between them and a nanosecond later the lady said “Liam”!!
About 25 years ago 7 of us were squashed into a 5 seater car - laws weren’t strict back then. We had to drive 20 miles to my partner’s aunt and uncles anniversary party. Half way there, on a country road, I thought to myself: imagine if we got a puncture! A second later my partner says ‘imagine if we got a puncture ‘. I told him that I was thinking the exact same thing and we laughed. A few seconds later... we got a puncture!!!
When I was in my teens, I’d be ringing a particular friend a few times (using landlines at the time) and their phone would be engaged - ends up we were ringing each other at exact same time.

IN the days before DC, DH and I had a holiday in Looe in Cornwall. We sayed in a tiny house that was on 3 levels. There were about 6 houses off a shared courtyard not far from the harbour.
The house had a small living room and kitchen on the ground floor, a double bed room with a tiny bathroom on the 1st floor and a 2nd bedroom on the 3rd floor.
It had a weird loo on the landing which had obviously been put in long after the house was built.
Nothing specific happened but the atmosphere was really creepy. It felt like the house didn't want you there. The guest book had lots of odd references that insinuated a ghost. Hubby refused to go to the top bedroom at all, the atmosphere got worse as the week went on. On the last night we were so spooked that we pushed a heavy chest of drawers against the bedroom door so no one could get in. We were glad to leave the next morning.

A few years ago we stayed in a 200 year old cottage in the Yorkshire Dales. It was very remote in a beautiful part of the country.

As soon as I walked in, it felt freezing cold even though it was a warm sunny day and the hairs went up on the back of my neck. My DH and DD didn’t feel anything.

We got the heating on, thinking that was why it was cold.

We went upstairs and I had the feeling someone was there. I didn’t feel comfortable letting DD sleep on her own (she was 6 at the time) so she slept in the double bed with me and DH went in the twin room at the end of the corridor.

That night, I was upstairs putting DD to bed when I heard a huge bang and my DH cry out downstairs. I went down and he said the back door had flung open with the same force as if someone had kicked it open! We went outside and there wasn’t a breath of wind and all was still. From then on, we kept the back door locked.

That night I went up to bed and felt a horrible uneasy feeling. I got in bed with DD and finally went to sleep. A couple of hours later, I was awoken to a huge bang on the bedroom window like someone was hammering on it! DD is a heavy sleeper and stayed asleep. After that I turned the landing light on and left the door open so it was very light in the room.

The next morning, I told DH and he said it was probably a tree branch banging on the window. So we went outside but there were no trees nearby.

The next evening DD was in bed and DH and I were in the lounge and we both heard “Help me” screamed outside. We went out and looked around but couldn’t see or hear anything. So we assumed it was someone messing about.

The next day we went out and about half a mile from the cottage (a quiet single track road) there was HELP ME! written in red paint on the road!

We were totally freaked out thinking we’d stumbled into Wicker Man territory and I wanted to go home. But we were only on day 3 of a 7 day holiday. We would’ve booked into a hotel but couldn’t find one at short notice that would take dogs (our dog was with us) so we talked ourselves into staying.

From then on, I kept getting a horrible feeling we were being watched. The hairs would go up on the back of my neck and I felt very uneasy. I stuck it out one more day then told DH I couldn’t take it any more and that I wanted to go home. I thought he would moan but he looked so relieved and we’ve never packed up and left a place quicker than we left there!

I was always a non believer about these things and thought it was people’s imagination but I felt something in that house that I’ve never experienced before or since.

I was reading this thread last night and the tele turned itself on and off four times!

A few days after my second child was born I had the most vivid dream....... My husband’s mum died when he was young so sadly I never got to meet her. I have seen photographs of her and watched an old family members wedding video with her in it but that’s all.
Anyway , after the birth of my second child I had this dream about her.
It was in black and white , I remember no colours or sound in the dream .
My husband and I have our new baby and he’s in my arms and the dream starts with us both side by side(babe in arms)outside a door. We open the door and it leads into a narrow room, like an office reception room or something similar. Quite formal feeling?
We turn right and in front of us is another door that leads into what I can only describe as a waiting room , there are lots of chairs positioned in rows and squares like in a doctors waiting room or something.
We go through this door together with our baby and there’s no one else in this waiting room apart from my husbands mum standing waiting on the far side of the waiting room near the corner. I know it is my husband’s mum immediately. It was as though she was waiting for us, to see the baby.
The feeling I get is one of overwhelming emotion and happiness and I can see by her face and actions as she walks over to us that she feels the same. There’s absolutely no sound still. I remember her smiling with complete love and adoration at my husband and then our baby. I felt as though we were showing her her grandson and she was just staring at him , her face full of joy and smiling. She looked so happy.
The last thing that happened before I woke up was her putting her arms out to hold her grandson.
Then I woke up. Felt weird for a while and told my husband.
It was just surreal , I’ve only ever seen a small handful of photos of her but my dream made me feel as if I knew her so well. I feel lucky to have had that dream when I look back.

This thread is awesome.

Stayed in a house in Hastings that was owned by a friend of my parents. It was part of a terrace. Possibly the end of the terrace but it was a weird shape... maybe it was on a corner? There was 3 floors. Downstairs was a small living room and kitchen. Half way up the stairs there was a WC then the stairs went round the corner with a door off to the large living room. Then another set of stairs up to the bedroom/bathroom.

My parents to stayed on the top floor and I slept in the living room on the futon on the middle floor. Except I couldn't sleep as there was a figure in the corner of the room watching me the whole the night. It was terrifying. My mum woke up early and came downstairs at about 5am for coffee and I yelled out to her as she walked passed. I was desperate for the loo but had been too terrified to move. I remember sitting on the loo in the weird half way down to the next door place, sobbing/hyperventilating while I tried to tell my mum what was wrong.

We stayed the next night but my mums friends were there so they slept in the upstairs room and my parents slept in the room with me. All was fine but I refused to be in that room on my own again.

I can still feel the terror.

I asked my mum about it a few years ago and she had no memory of it at all. I should have asked her for the address of the house so I can go and look it up on google maps.

@Pollymalex104 that has helped my peace of mind not at all!

Not me but my eldest sister.

Actually half sister (same DM).
When I was only a baby, her paternal grandmother passed away. DSis has been really close with her as she had been the first grandchild on that side of the family. She was about 4 years old maybe?
Anyway, DM explained best she could that DSis grandmother had gone to heaven and they wouldn't be able to see her anymore but they could always remember her etc.

DSis comes downstairs one morning and announces to DM and my DF that she saw her granny last night.
DM tried again to explain that granny was in heaven, remember?
DSis was adamant that granny was in her room and sat on her bed and told her that she shouldn't be sad that she's gone because she'll always be watching over her and she would stay with her until she went to sleep.
DM just assumed DSis had a dream until she went into her room and was struck by the incredibly overpowering smell of perfume. The same obscure brand that her exMIL used to wear.

DM is not a fan of the "woo" even in its seemingly benign and freaked the fuck out. Phoned the local priest who came round to bless the room and speak to DSis.
DSis up until now didn't seem phased. After all, it was just her granny. But by now, she was so freaked out that to this day, she sleeps with a light on!

Sleep and Silver, thank you. At work even my picture on the computer system is set out totally different to other peoples, it baffles IT.
My husband has a new tablet and I am not allowed to use it because so much tech has gone wrong when I touch it.