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

Weren't you at the funeral of your loved one?

Two things. 1. I was waiting for a call to tell me my loved one had died. At the precise moment they died I knew, when I found out later and asked the time it was the same time. 2. At the precise time of the funeral I woke up.

@LostSapphire are you sure you had lasik? Because that is not even a little bit how they do it???

Not me, but my grandmother/uncle. Granny in hospital following a serious fall/broken pelvis. My uncle lived on the family farm next door, milked 100 cows twice a day on his own, was always knackered and asleep by 8.30 for his 5 am milking the next morning. He was a real down-to-earth kiwi bloke, a no-shit sherlock type, but he and Granny had a very special bond. He woke suddenly at 2.30 am, sat bolt upright in bed, and knew that Granny had just died. He said, very matter-of-factly, that she had come to say goodbye. That was exactly the time that she had a massive stroke and passed away. He had always been so sceptical of any suggestion of woo. To hear him say that was like Balaam's ass.

When I was 19 I worked in west London, finished work at midnight and was alone waiting for a bus home. This creepy older man approached me and started telling me how beautiful and sexy I was (🙄) and was intensely staring at me, it was like he didn’t blink. He was sat at the bus stop with his head swivelled towards me and wouldn’t leave me alone. Question after question. Just completed fixated.

He started saying how I reminded him of his daughter and how I look just like her, which instantly gave me a sinking feeling, because why would you tell someone that looks like your daughter how sexy they are? Just so so weird. Luckily I got home safely.

I'm not entirely sure whether this fits here. Basically, the universe has told me I can't sing for toffee (My husband and children agree).
I was about 11 and there was a church on my way to school. I would sometimes go inside. This one time, I went in and put my school bag on a seat. I was alone and started singing, thinking someone will come and tell me, if I'm not allowed. Anyway, next there was an almighty noise like a car backfiring right inside. I was frozen and it took me a while to realise it had been my school bag that had fallen off the seat and landed with the plastic feet on the stone floor. Either it did a 360 flip without the space for it or it jumped off/was pushed by Jesus. I remember being really upset with God/Jesus/ the universe for giving me such a shock when there are surely gentler ways of telling me.
I got the hint though and didn't sing again in church.
The other ocurrence was in my 20s. I was alone hiking up a hill. I got to the top and my heart was singing. It was so beautiful. I could see there were no people anywhere, so I started singing loudly while walking, only to stumble over nothing. I laughed it off and kept singing only to stumble again this time falling on my knees. I looked around but couldn't see any branches or stones I could have fallen over. There was a bunny giving me the evils in the distance though. The universe clearly wanted me to stop singing and not disturb the peace and quiet with my screeching.
Now clearly these could be total coincidences but the universe almost bumped me off a mountain that day, so frankly I'm not taking any chances and have taken the hint. No more singing in open spaces.

I’ve told this before.

Years ago we were in bed one weekend morning drinking tea and the cat was fast asleep curled up on my lap.

He wasn’t twitching or anything.

All of a sudden he was lifted with a “whoosh” motion off my lap and landed about three feet away on my dressing gown which I’d left on the floor.

He weighed about 6.5kg and landed onto the hard floor with no sound at all. Usually if he jumped off the bed you heard it downstairs.

After he landed he woke up looking bleary eyed.

Luckily dh was beside me and shouted “no” and went to grab him back when it all happened because he’d never believe me if I’d been on my own.

We don’t talk about it very often.

My son who was three at the time and I were downstairs and I heard a bell ring, like one of those tinkly glass dinner bell rings, ding a ling a ling. My son looked at me and said ‘what’s that?’ and I calmly said I wasn’t sure. It was winter, no windows open, no toys with that noise. I went upstairs in the bedroom to see if the cat was playing with anything, though even if she was playing with a cat toy it still didn’t have that kind of ring. Cat was asleep upstairs. That was 15 years ago and I still don’t know what it was.

Shallistayorshalligo The lights could have been marsh lights, a natural phenomenon.

Yelllow I had a similar experience when ds was little. Heard a loud bang from above, and went up to investigate only to find ds fast asleep. Asked him the next morning if he’d fallen out of bed that night, and he said yes. I told him I was surprised he hadn’t called me or cried out or something - he’s a bit of a drama queen - and he just shrugged and said he’d just climbed back into bed.

Some time later I heard it again, but this time I happened to be walking along the landing when it happened, so I was able to pop my head round the door pretty quickly. He was indeed climbing back into bed, and I watched him go straight back to sleep. He’d barely woken up.

This has happened twice now. We have been in this house just over a year. It is a detached house, fairly spread apart from neighbours. The first time I was sitting in the living room watching TV and it sounded like one of the kids fell out of bed. It was a really loud bang right above me and almost felt like the ceiling shook. All 3 of them like to sleep right on the edge of their beds so I wasn't surprised. Went upstairs to check on them and everyone sleeping peacefully. Then again like 2 weeks later I heard the bang again and my husband was with me this time. It seemed even louder this time. Soon as we heard it my husband looked at me and goes oh no Baby fell out of bed. We go check on all the kids and all sleeping soundly in their beds. No idea what caused the bang!!

I've got one. Told it before on MN. When I was 19 (so about 25 years ago) I worked in a catalogue store in South London. They had a jewellery counter and a safe, and the other staff said they'd come in some mornings and the safe (that they'd locked securely the night before) would be open with it's contents on various shelves in the room. I just assumed it was one of the staff having a laugh at everyone else's expense. People joked about there being a ghost but I'm quite a sceptic.
We used to have products on display in the store and paper price tickets we had to change all the time when the displays changed. We were on a product changeover day and I went to get a bundle of tickets from the tiny store cupboard. Leaned over to the shelf, picked them up and as I was standing there I felt them fall from my hand. It was like someone had grabbed the middle of them and pulled, not like I just wasn't holding them tight enough.
I remember thinking "agh, that's going to take me ages to clear up!" and then realised I hadn't heard the tickets hit the floor. I looked down and there wasn't a ticket in sight. I must have been holding 100 plus tickets. It was a tiny cupboard, there was literally nowhere for them to go but the floor. Still can't explain it 25 years later.

Sounds like they were orbs @Shallistayorshalligo*

As the PP is talking presumably about the Khimki Forest, I'd think it was more likely fireflies/glowworms.

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Quillink thank you for the article.great to know somebody else experienced similar things. I don't know if it was near any kind of bog, all I know this was a forest. and these strange orbs were moving chaotically among the trees. It did look like they were dancing in the air. And it was scary to watch

rayoflight, a grown man out in pitch black maze at midnight with a toddler obviously wasn't up to any good, if it was his parent he would have said so wouldn't he?

Were they marsh lights, shallistay?

www.popsci.com/jack-o-lanterns-marsh-lights/

calpolatdawn
I'm sorry,I don't understand your post.

Sounds like they were orbs @shallistay .

Oh. And I have another one.

It was about 20 years ago, I was on a long haul train to Moscow. My travel was about 18 hours and There was a sleeping compartment. I was not sleepy. So I left my compartment and sat outside in a communal corridor. It was already very late and the lights were dimmed. I was looking outside, could not see much, my train was passing by some forest.

All of a sudden I saw some very strange lights. I don't know how to describe them, really, but they looked like a footballs, however they were made of light. These balls of light were slowly moving and dancing in the air among the trees and I was totally fascinated and glued to my window. The train was moving slowly and it just passed by these strange objects. There was nobody to talk to about what I just have seen, it was night and the train passengers were asleep.

I still remember these lights vividly and I haven't got a clue what it was

its not paranormal sadly more earthly evil at play , at 8 yrs old roughly 1998,i was on a family coach trip in Barcelona, theres a big park there? and a large maze? at night there was some fireworks at night to finish the day off. A toddler on a tricycle peddled out of an absolute pitch black maze alone we all were like what the hell??!! some ladies who were speaking Spanish asked him questions, he pointed inside the maze to a shadowy figure a man, he came no closer, the women were shouting to him and he didn't respond the boy was talking to him and just stood there and he shook his head and gestured to come on, and the boy peddled into the darkness following him despite the ladies protests. Even typing this gives me the chills, at that age i had no understanding of child exploitation but i knew something was very wrong.

Keep them coming ... :)

My father nearly drowned in a swimming pool when he was young. He says an angel saved him from drowning. He was a man with no woo ideas, but was quite matter of fact about it.
My daughter has seen a ghost in the bathroom of an older part of a house she was visiting.
I have not experienced anything apart from once when my daughter injured her leg on a skiing trip. I was going for a walk at the time, and suddenly felt an unexplained pain in my leg exactly where she had injured herself.
My in laws lived in a house which was built over an illicit whisky still. For years, they heard the coughing of an old man under the house at night who used to go there through an underground tunnel.

I'm an atheist and I don't believe in ghosts, but I do think there might be something in residual energy type theories

When I was a child, we lived in a tiny little 2 bed council house. It was a cute little place, solid and cosy

Something stood at the bottom of my bed, watching me, almost every night of my childhood. I could see the black was deeper where it stood. You could almost see a shape due to this intense absence of light. Sometimes my mother would leave the hall light on, it would reflect against the wall, and you'd see the shadow moving. Many times I'd wake up, and in that sleepy half asleep state, feel someone standing beside me, touching my face. I'd assume it was my mother, but then I'd hear her out in the garden or in the shower etc, or I'd ask her and she'd say it wasn't her.

I never felt scared, just odd. The feeling of being watched got a bit much at times. I'd chat to it sometimes. Once I kept a box of toys in its corner, and every night I'd wake up to all the battery powered items going off at once. Eventually I moved the box and this stopped happening.

We moved when I was about 10. Many years later, when I was an adult, my mum bumped into a lady who turned out to be one of the first residents of that house, back in the 60s when they were new builds.

She had had a child, a little boy who had been very unwell since birth and wasn't expected to live more than a year. He made it to four, and died peacefully in what would later be my bedroom.

I once dreamt that someone had driven into my car and broken the rear lights. When I woke up I told DH because it had been such a vivid and ridiculous dream. At the time we lived in a flat with an underground car park. When we went down to go to work someone had, indeed, driven into my car and broken the lights. He had obviously been drunk because he was still passed out in his car. The police duly came, said there was nothing they could do because there was no evidence that he had done the damage or that he had been drunk in charge, and we were on private property.