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

@exiledfromcornwall I visited chillingham castle a couple of years ago and had a bad feeling about that place, particularly after visiting the torture chamber. We didn't stay long. There was just something off about it and it was so cold and depressing.

So, this just got a little more freaky. I took a picture of my old house, in the garden but the first shot came out a bit wierd, so I retook it. However upon closer inspection there's something in the corner.

However, when I just tried to find the pic, it had vanished from my camera roll. I rarely delete pictures, and particularly not interesting ones like this. Anyway, thankfully I posted to Instagram. Here it is:

For background this was a 200 year old cottage and to the bottom of the garden, would have been the bakehouse, the ovens and chimneys and fireplaces are still in tact.

So many stories.

My brother used to talk to a man in the corner of his bedroom as a child. My mother also reported someone sitting on her legs and chest in bed, and so close could hear his breathing. We later found out the previous occupant drank himself to death after his wife left.

Shortly after i divorced my first husband, I took in a lodger. Who it seemed, attracted various entities in the house.

He reported something trying to push him down the stairs, and we woke up most mornings to the TV being turned on, but no channel, just static. To test this wasn't just us leaving it on by accident, we unplugged it one night. Yes, in the morning it was on, but still unplugged.

The TV also occasionally changed channels itself and when we engaged with whoever was doing it, they saw it as a game and flicked channels faster. We even recorded this one occasion, just to check we weren't going mad.

Another time we were sat in the living room, in summer and he had put on the fire. We sat getting hotter and hotter until I said, are you warm enough now. He exclaimed that he was boiling and he thought I had put the fire on, obviously I hadn't. In fact it was a plug in electric fire, and I almost never bothered to use it as it gave out very little heat!

I believe most of the occurrences were my gran and grandad just letting me know they were keeping an eye out for me, but not all.

He was quite a promiscuous young man who had several lovers, so I suspect the other ghost was possibly the lady who originally owned the house who wasn't impressed with his behaviour. Although whatever pushed him downstairs, he believes had followed us back from the wood one day following a dog walk.

When he moved out, it all went back to normal!

In the mid 90s there was a promo offer with ‘hoover’, the American appliance company. If you bought something for over £100 you could get a free flight to a European or US destination.
There was a bit of hoo ha in the press because the offer wasn’t as good as it seemed but we were persistent and eventually managed to cadge 2 return flights to NYC.
Did quite a bit of research regarding accommodation and ended up staying in a hotel on 34th street that was once the headquarters of a famous newspaper in NY. Was very atmospheric if not a bit creepy.
The 2nd week of the trip we did some travelling outside of New York but ended up returning to the hotel a day earlier than anticipated. The hotel was extremely busy but reception was luckily able to offer us a room. Unlike the others it had a key rather than card and there was just something off about it.
Dp nipped out to get something whilst I had a shower. The ceiling above the shower wasn’t solid (a piece of plastic with square holes in) so you could see through it up into the darkness above. Presumably it was removable to give access to the lift shaft that was next door. Through out the shower I felt very vulnerable as if someone was watching and got out sharpish. There was such an odd feeling I left the room to sit in the foyer until he returned.
That night we went to sleep as usual. I woke up twice in the night to the phone ringing but nobody was on the other end of the line, just silence. Dp doesn’t remember it happening - he was fast asleep - so I’m wondering if it was a dream. The next morning we checked into a different room and the difference in atmosphere was palpable.
I’m not a woo person normally and this was the one and only time I’ve ever felt like this. Funnily enough we’d been all over NY even to the Zoo in the Bronx which at that time had a very dodgy reputation and I didn’t feel the same trepidation.

I'm grateful I read your experience early on a bright, sunny morning!! That sure is a terrifying story!

I love these stories.

My only near brush to woo is a very vivid dream which j I had as a teenager shortly after my DGM died. But that could have been a dream - felt real at the time.

@OldQueen1969 You mentioned posting stories on another thread - which one?

It was the mid nineties, we had a tacky fibre optic Christmas tree which was on trend back then. Anyway it used to be able to be set for different patterns and we were all utterly amazed by the thing. One evening me and my sibling were home alone watching a movie and admiring the tree which we assumed one of our parents had switched on before they went out for the evening. We went to the mains to change the setting pattern but to our surprise it wasn't plugged in we ran out the room screaming, ran back it was still on before going off afew mins later by itself! 😱 To this day we think it was our dead Grandmother who had a love for all things glitzy and had recently passed away at the time. I would have thought the whole thing was a childhood dream if it wasn't for my sibling having the exact same memory.

I’d just split up from my daughters dad and was moving out of the house we were in. The house was a new build but in a rural location. It was a townhouse so kitchen and living room on ground floor, middle floor DD,s room and my office and top floor my bedroom. I was working late one night - when I sat at my desk I had my back to the door and if I turned round could look across the landing to DD’s door. We also had 2 kittens whose bed was on the landing. I was typing away and heard really clearly DD’s voice whisper the girl kitten’s name. I was surprised as thought she must have opened her door and come out without me hearing. Turned round and her bedroom door was still closed and both kittens were sitting up in their beds with their ears pricked up, listening. Went into DD’s room and she was fast asleep. Did a quick check of the house to make sure no one was in it and then took DD up to sleep with me, which I did until we left a few days later - didn’t want her on the floor under me, felt really uneasy. She has told me since (unprompted as haven’t told her about this) she always felt watched in her bedroom there. I was in quite a distressed state at the time as splitting up with exh but I definitely heard that whisper!

I worked at a secure hospital years ago that used to be a military hospital, there was a museum about the place and it told of how they used to do experimental lobotomies amongst other things there a long time ago. Most of the buildings were still used as wards, units, day centres, medical blocks and offices, but one large building wasnt. When taking patients to appointments and for walks etc you'd pass this building and it always felt like you were being watched, and it just didn't give off good vibes. When I looked through the info at the museum it showed pictures of the different buildings and what they'd originally been as some had simply been nurses houses, the building in question had indeed been the part of the hospital where severely mentally ill patients were taken for 'treatment'. Still makes me shudder to think of the awful things that must have gone on there!

When I was young girl 5 or 6 in the 1990’s I lived in a block of flats with my mum who was a single parent. I always had a feeling I was being watching by two men, it was specifically two men never just one and I would feel I was always being watched through the vents in the house and from doorways. I would check the vents all the time to make sure I couldn’t see anyone in there. My bedroom was small and narrow, decorated nicely but I hated sleeping in there, something about it just made me feel uneasy as it was close to the living room where I felt I was being watched the most so I would always sleep in my mums bed.
A old lady who lived across the landing had knitted/made a bag to put pjs in it was zipped with cat faces on and when one of the faces was pressed it would play a song. This thing would start playing a song in the middle of night from time to time but never in the day we would hear it from my bedroom whilst trying to sleep and I would always put my head under the covers and hide. We had a kitten and a fish in a fish bowl in the kitchen and the kitten knew how to jump up to open the kitchen door handle to get to the fish so at night my mum would always put one of the dinning chairs under the handle to stop the kitten and one night my mum said she could hear arguing and loud noises that sounded like it was coming from the flat above. We got up the next morning and the dinning chair was in the middle of the living room and the door handle was broken, screws missing laying on the floor. Impossible for a kitten to have done that!

I don’t remember much else happening in that flat other than that and the feeling of always being watched by two men but years later my mum told me that when we moved out a neighbour had told her two gay guys used to previously live there and they both died of aids and used to argue and fight constantly. It was rumoured that it was haunted by them as when the flat was empty neighbours would hear voices and noises coming from the flat and the previous people to live there moved out after a month. My mum also told me that she would always hear arguing and banging at night and things moving around. We stayed there for a year I think but I’ll never forget that feeling of being watched.

Was going to name change for this but I realised that ive only ever told my sis and my dh.

Family party in Jan a few years ago, I had an overwhelming feeling that my beloved grandad was going to die. At the time he was strong, independent and completely healthy. So much so he had my 2 middle children for 2 days in the feb half term and was out and about exploring etc. Still v well and asymptomatic at this point.

By mid march we had a cancer diagnosis (that I knew would never be cured despite a good prognosis).

Died by mid Jul after a very very challenging few months.

I am one of the least woo people in the world. But I knew this with no doubt whatsoever. I had voiced the same to my husband back in the Jan who initially tried to comfort and dismiss it.

I can't explain it at all, but I knew. 100% I knew.

My tablet played up so badly as I tried to write that! Took ages! Weird 😮

When it came to booking a holiday the next year we had sort of shrugged it off as nothing actually happened and as the place was in a good location we booked again. Everything was fine bit creepy as before but ok . We were in a shop nearby on the last day and my mum who was staying with us got chatting to a women in the shop she asked mum where are you staying, me and dh both had a really strong feeling that she must not be told where we were staying but mum went ahead and told her. In the early hours of the next morning we were woken by a loud knock at the door the dog was going mad somebody was trying to get in, we did not sleep a wink that night and I believe if the dog had not been there they would have come in. When we where packing up the car to leave there was a dead bird outside!! It was just weird I've tried to find out if anyone else experienced similar but nothing in the reviews. We have never been back!! I just got the feeling some kind of witchcraft or sacrifice was going on in the nearby wood as it just felt that kind of place!

The creepiest thing that ever happened to me wasn't anything to do with ghosts but the forest story made me think of it as I believe it might have something to do with the occult/witchcraft.
Me Dh Sil and dd1 who was 2 at the time stayed at a holiday cottage in the peak district, when we arrived I found it a bit creepy but to be honest much as I love the place I find the peak district has a creepy vibe so thought nothing of it. A few times during the stay I thought I saw someone walk past the window in the bathroom I thought it was Sil taking the dog out but when I checked she was still in the house. One night I woke to find Dh looking out the window I asked him what he was up to he tells me shh! Can't you hear that? I listened and I can hear creepy voices getting louder it went on for ages but we couldn't work out what was being said then there was a loud scream a women's terrified scream and the sound of a heartbeat I was terrified so was Dh it fizzled out after a while and there was silence. It sounded like someone was playing a horror film at top volume but there seemed no sign of life in the nearby houses no one else turned a light on or anything it was awful. Next morning we asked Sil did you hear anything in the night she heard nothing!!

I work with a man who is on the autistic spectrum. Last year with my DH we visited Beningbrough Hall near York. In one of the rooms behind a rope there was a large portrait of one of the previous owners. You aren't allowed behind the rope and we were the only ones in the room. DH read out details about the man and when he lived there etc and at the end my charge turned round and said 'He's dead now!'
After which a bang like the sound of a hard cricket ball hitting the wooden wall made us all jump!
We all looked at each other and said,
" he's still here!".

Ì had a dream of my mam and uncle wheeling a pram.I was in the dream.

I told my oldest ds about the dream.And my other ds who was 22 told me his gf was pregnant a few days after i had the dream.

I have one from my mum.
On 6 or 7 occasions over the 20 odd years she'd lived there, she'd seen 'something' in the hall way of our house ...

She would walk into the hall and see the shadowy figure of a man. There was no malevolence or real presence from him at all; she said it was like looking at a picture.The man was in a suit, grey (but then the whole figure appeared grey) and he was standing near the front door with his face pressed against the wall . After a few seconds he would slowly fade away. She found the face against the wall thing a bit unsettling.

She said nothing to anyone the first couple of times. Then she told my dad. He had lived in that house much longer than my mum - since he was born in the 1930's. He said he had never seen the figure - BUT he was able to remember a door to the living room being bricked up when he was a child - right where this ghostly figure stands.

So this grey man is not doing anything sinister, he is in his OWN time, simply standing looking into the living room through the hall door.

I have a couple of stories, both of which are comforting rather than scary. After my DDad passed I was staying over in the room he had died in to keep my DM company. Just before I went to sleep, a feeling of calm came over me and I felt my DDad kiss my cheek. He then left and I haven't felt anything like it since.

My son at the time was nearly 3. He had been at DMs home with us the day after DDad passed. When he was 7 he was playing football in the garden with my DM and he asked her who the people in white were that had been at her house after his Grandad died. DM was confused and said who, the angels, as a joke. DS said yes the angels. DM asked why he didn't talk about seeing angels at the time and he said that it was him, me and DM in the room with the angels, so he thought we had been able to see them too. He said there were 2, a man and a woman and they had huge wings that he thought looked fake! I choose to believe this story as he isn't a child to say things like this at all. It also brings me comfort.

The story that has made my parents believe was from my DGM. When her second husband died, my parents were living abroad. She was left with my uncle, who would have been in his teens at the time. My DGM says there was a woman on her hallway walking between the two rooms. This woman was definitely a ghost and just there to keep and eye on everyone. When my uncle moved out, the woman stayed and still kept guard on a night outside my DGM's room.

The day my parents moved back to the UK, the woman disappeared. Never heard again. My DGM believes someone knew she was alone and just needed comfort until my parents returned.

My DGM was definitely not a person who would believe in that stuff. It shocked me when she and my DDad admitted they believed in ghosts and told me the story.

I never got the chance to ask my uncle. He was fun to hang out with but sadly an alcoholic and he died of liver disease at a young age (40s). I did always feel there was something about my DGMs house. There was always some sort of peace in the basement and I would go down there to do a lot of my writing as a kid.

@ChokkaBlok and @MahMahMahMahCorona unfortunately I don't know how they are going to die, no. Which is very frustrating, I might be tempted to say something if I did. I just know that they will die and that it will be soon.

I've never told them, how do you tell someone young and healthy that they're going to die soon? It doesn't happen after I've met them, I know at the time, when they're in front of me. It can be difficult to front it out and have a normal conversation.

Another cat story. About two weeks after our lovely old tabby died, I’d let our dog out through the patio door in the lounge, so he could go for a wander around the garden and sat down for a few minutes to read a magazine. It was mid-afternoon so daylight.

Soon after, I saw the dog out of the corner of my eye sitting down waiting to be let back in. Duly slid open the door and he rushed past me into the house towards the hallway.

I sat back down again with the magazine and a couple of minutes later, the dog started scratching with his paw outside the patio door to be let in!

When I thought about it, the dog never ever sat patiently outside and would always bark or paw at the door to get back in. Both dog and cat were similar size - small terrier, large tabby. I hope it was our old tabby returning one last time.

Not creepy but definitely woo. Our beautiful cat passed away very suddenly three years ago. We were absolutely devastated as was her sibling.

As soon as her ashes were brought home, our other cat started meowing as if she was talking to her sister (it's unusual for cats to meow to each other but they always did). We were in the hallway of our home with our other cat and we both heard what sounded like a cat scratching on the post that was in the landing above us.

We have felt a cat jump on our bed and the feeling of her walking up the bed. We've looked and no cat has been there.

I'm glad she's still with us.

When my fil had a stroke he was in hospital but expected to make a partial recovery.
A week later I had a vivid dream where my deceased mil put her arm through fil's arm and they walked off together. The next morning my fil had a massive second stroke and died the next day.

Not so much whoooo but creeped me out. On my 3rd year wedding anniversary I got delivered some flowers, I thought they were from my husband so opened them up and they were sunflowers. Beautiful but not to my taste. I googled and it said sunflowers are the flowers that represent the 3rd wedding anniversary.
The note read ‘my darling daughter, I am so proud of you and everything you have achieved. Keep going. Love mum xx’ my mum had passed away 18 months before hand. I was so confused.
The flowers were from next so I rang them up and gave them my address and said they weren’t for me. They Told me the name and they were meant for my daughters teacher, the school is on the same road as mine, no idea how they got delivered to me, they had no name on. But found is very strange and comforting too.

Also, before Christmas we were in Debenhams and I pointed out the anais anais perfume and I said to my husband I remember that bottle so clearly on my mums dresser when I was really small. On my mums anniversary a week before Christmas a woman delivered the perfume. In the box, no invoice, no packaging just handed it over to me at the door. I thought my husband had ordered it for me. He hadn’t. Checked all our bank statements and nothing had Come out anywhere to show we had ordered it.

I kept thinking someone in the store must have known me and overheard but we had recently moved 100 miles away from where he lived and knew no one in that area, very few people had our address too.