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

The date was 23rd February 2013.

I was 19 and it was exactly a month before my Nan died.

I woke up in the night to the feeling of someone standing over me watching. The room felt, I can't really describe it, like dark thickness? As soon as I woke I felt wide awake.

Anyway in my room I had a vanity sink (1930s house and I had quite a large room)
As plain as the nose on my face I saw a figure that looked like it was thick white smoke.

Just watching me. You could see the shape of it's head and body but no features.
I flipped over and turned my light on and didn't move for hours until the morning. Literally scared stiff.

That was the start of a month of these things happening. Bumps, the feeling of someone there.

A week later I had a beautiful hand painted glass box on my dressing table. I heard a smash in the night but I was to scared to look.
The next morning I found the box next to my window smashed to smithereens.

A few nights later I woke to the feeling of someone sitting on my bed and pushing on my legs.

At the end of March 2013 my Nan died and I broke my heart in my bedroom, really sobbing and again I felt like someone was watching but this time it didn't feel like the person watching was being mischievous or nasty, just calm.

Nothing ever happened again and it's my younger sisters room now.

I've had a fair few odd "woo" experiences - have just posted about the haunted flat we lived in on another thread, but this story is one of my oddest.

I used to have a Saturday job as an adult helping out at a picture framing business in a relatively modern industrial unit on the outskirts of town. The owner, a sort of family friend, also ran a local badminton club and sometimes I would have to sell shuttlecocks to members. Downstairs was a gallery with a finishing off workshop area and upstairs was all the bigger machinery and moulding stock, with a section for the badminton paraphernalia.

One Saturday a chap came in for some shuttlecocks, so I went up the stairs. At the top I could see down the shelving and at the end was a large box, as high as my waist, rocking from side to side...... it stopped as I approached, and trying to be logical, I surmised it had fallen off the shelf, was empty and just settling in the narrow walkway. However, the box was full of shuttlecock tubes and required quite a strong shove to replicate the movement..... and there had been no sound whatsoever when it was moving - if it had fallen and rocked there's no way I wouldn't have heard it in the echoey environment. I managed to grab the shuttlecocks required and went back down to tell the customer what had happened, who looked at me as if I was mad, mumbled polite thanks and left sharpish.

Middle of the day, modern building, no ghost stories I knew of - was most bizarre.

@NotJustStories The person in the house is creepy AF! The fact your whole family saw them as well makes you think it couldn't have been a trick of the mind!

Q

I also remember my nans house being the most welcome home. It was always warm and welcoming but none of us grandkids would ever go up to the 3rd floor, it always felt cold and unwelcoming.
If we ever stayed over as kids we always had our nan sit on the toilet whilst we had a bath.

My grandad had died before I was born but he used to love a drink. One night he came home pissed as a fart and walked up to the 3rd floor and my nan said he came straight back down sober. He said his father had grabbed him by the throat and gave him a bollocking. He never drunk much after that. He may have just imagined it being pissed by my nan said in that 1 minute he went from stumbling and incoherent to stone cold sober.

After he passed away my nan said she always felt him sitting on the end of her bed at night stroking her hair. He always did this when he was alive.

My mum also knew that hen her dad passed. She wasn’t at the hospital with him but said she felt cold from her feet up and checked the time on the clock and knew he had gone. Someone called her 5 minutes later and told her and it was the exact same time.

Also, I have 4 children. Every single time I have been pregnant I have lost one of their nans.

@Boobahs - similarly i had to be removed by the guide from the room with all the toys. I'm trying not to remember the name of the little girl but I absolutely couldn't be in that room and the guide was fantastic because he knew to take me back out of there. When we returned to where we were staying that afternoon, (Airbnb) we had to close the door on the bedroom and sleep in the living room, as there was a collection of porcelain dolls and teddies on the bed which totally freaked me out.

@CreepyMe - I used to have this, not for death but for serious illness or injury. I would dream something awful, and then the following day find out that something bad had happened to the person I had dreamed about. I quashed it. It was too much responsibility. I don't / can't act on the dreams anymore.

@AvalancheKit - can we have your story now please? You've alluded to it several times.

When I was young I always used to 'count' the family. Mum, dad, my brother and me, because I felt there was someone missing. You know when you're out with a group and, even without counting, you can 'know' you are one short (teachers, particularly)? That feeling.

I remember particularly sitting at the dining table having Sunday lunch and asking if there was someone upstairs, as I had the 'feeling' again. That there was someone who should be there, but wasn't. They were around, just not with the family group.

Found out much much later (like about forty years later) that my mum had a stillborn son before me, who would have been my elder brother. I never asked her, but I wonder how she must have felt about me and my 'counting' and feeling someone was missing? My brother (Benjamin) was never ever spoken about, because you didn't, in those days, so I knew nothing about him at all. My poor mother must have been so torn.Or maybe she was comforted, I don't know.

@CreepyMe Do you know how someone might die? I just wonder if maybe it's more of a gift and you could save those people if they are generally young and healthy?

@dwmlfan That is terrifying. Thank god the police found him before he hurt you. People like that need to be locked up and the key thrown away. His poor son.

Another time we were in the car and a motorbike drove past with a young boy on the back. As he passed us he took his hood down and turned to look at us. The look was only brief but we all commented how spooky it was. It reminded us of Damien from Omen films. Not long after we lost 3 family members in quick succession and we always wondered if he had cursed us in some way. I never look over at boys on motorbikes now in case it happens again.

When I was younger, living at home there were a couple of occasions my mum would shout up the stairs to me "what?" And I hadn't shouted down to her but she had been convinced I'd shouted "mum". It seems that shortly after we always heard of someone who had died. She always used to hate mishearing mum being shouted cos she worried what it meant.

Shop i used to work in. Long ramble - sorry:
Old town, old buildings, 2 properties knocked through into one - so unusually large shop floor downstairs and BIG stockroom with open eves roof upstairs. The whole stockroom was full of big free standing wooden shelving units for the stock which were about 10 foot high. You could see through them, but they ran from wall to wall, like a library, which made it a bit like a maze up there. Our little staff room up there was in the opposite corner to where the staircase came up.

Downstairs was fine, upstairs was frankly a nightmare.

If anyone knows that feeling that when you walk into a place you're disturbing something very old and very very pissed off? The air feels quiet and thick. You're entering the home of something which doesn't want you there and wishes you harm. Something which hears you/senses you and rushes to where you are. It watches, more and more malevolent until you leave. You can feel it close to you.

Well it was like that up there. And we were all up and down multiple times per day. There were 5 or 6 of us working at the shop and to cut a long story short each of us hated being in the stockroom alone. Someone was brave enough to admit it once and the rest of us were relieved we weren't the only one! We didn't talk about it much, but got by as best we could by trying to stick to not sending anyone up there on their own. But when it was busy it couldn't always be avoided. The one member of staff who for months was adamant it was all bollocks came down to the shop floor in tears one day saying she had just heard heavy footsteps right behind her as she walked from the staff room up there and cold breath on her neck. She handed her notice in the next day!

The thing which drove me to leave in the end was this:
One morning i had to open up because the manager (6 foot bloke who also hated the stockroom) was ill. Got into shop, did the alarm, locked the door again and started to sort the till. There was no way i was going to unlock the the fire door (stair case door) until someone else arrived! Next member of staff to arrive was 'A' at about half 8. We fiddled with the till together putting off the moment we would have to unlock the stockroom ect.

Then the banging started.

This really really loud banging above our heads - ie on the floor of the stock room. It was slow and steady like someone stamping as hard as they could across the wooden floor up there. The pair of us were moving our heads looking to the point of each bang together, like a pair of cats! We looked at each other. We carried on looking up.

This is the thing though: these bangs were easy to follow, and they traveled diagonally across the ceiling. Like some one stamping their way from one corner towards the opposite corner. But the shelving units up there meant that it was physically impossible to do that so ... ??

After it stopped we waited till all the rest of the staff were in before unlocking the stockroom and the opening the shop. 'A' and i made sure none of us went up there alone that day and i handed my notice in the next morning!

Thank you 3746xvy734

Oh I forgot the one about my dad. My mum and dad used to live at the top of a high rise. A couple of workers had passed away whilst it was being built. My mum and dad were laid in bed one morning and my dad was being pulled down the bed. My mum thought he was joking but he put his arms in the air and my mum pulled the covers back and he was a good 5 inches off the bed completely. My elder brother had an imaginary Friend the whole time they lived there too.

I have a few...

After I had my 1st dd I was staying at my parents house so my mum could help me (I was only 19 and had had a section) 3 nights after I had her and was back home I was laying in bed, my partner in the other single bed in the same room and the whole bed started shaking violently. I was petrified and screaming out, my partner woke up and my mum came running in. It stopped as soon as it started.
The next morning I couldn’t talk. Every word I was trying to say was coming out like I had had a stroke, I knew what I wanted to say, just couldn’t say it. I got taken back to hospital and they said it was exhaustion, I hadn’t slept at all in days, except for that night. Makes me wonder though.

After losing my mum very suddenly I had a dream a few weeks later where I collected her from a hospital and we went for a walk along the beach, we took our shoes off and dipped them into the water whilst talking. She was telling me how much she loved us all and that she didn’t want to leave me and that she couldn’t imagine ever being without me. We sobbed and hugged and then she said she was feeling weak and had to go back and I walked her back to the hospital. It was so vivid that I woke up sobbing and felt like I had been holding her. We never got to say goodbye so I think that was her way of doing that.
Also I had her old phone, it was on my bedside table and one day I sat on the bed thinking and her voice starting playing out, she was talking to me! I was shouting out talking back to her, crying, jumping up and down. I really thought she was talking to me. Turns out she had recorded voice notes to my siblings and me. She had said their names and then said and you cesca. As if she knew I would be listening. Telling us she loved us misses us and would always be with us. Could never find what date she had recorded them but she wasn’t ill at all, a healthy 63 so seems strange to do.

I also see a medium a year later, booked her by phoning up on an old payg sim. Didn’t give her my name, address, nothing. When I got there and was sat in the room we exchanged pleasantries and she said to me you are really struggling. At that moment I see a shadow on the wall behind her and the hairs on my arms stood up. I felt so comforted it was strange. She asked me what I see because she see my head and eyes move, I said nothing and she looked at me and smiled and said yes you did your mum just walked in saying my nickname she used to call me.
I understand some of this is probably grief but it gives me a lot of comfort.

I lived in a haunted flat on my own in Liverpool. I knew it was from the start as you could cut the atmosphere with a knife. However, it didn't feel negative so i wasn't scared. I could live with it. Lots of loud bangs upstairs etc.
My first week there a friend came round for tea and said it was haunted...i agreed.
I forgot about it for a while and never delt scared but i was a bit of a mess in that flat.

During my last month there i was teacher training. When one of my colleagues asked where i lived the first thing she said was. " oh Helen ( colleague)used to live there...it's haunted...she saw a man walk through the wall"
My hair did stand on end but tbh i found real flat mates much scarier than a ghost!

My dad told me when he was at boarding school, in the late 50s, he was in bed one night when a boy walked into his room, right up to him and stared at him. My dad was just staring back, thinking who is this and why is he in the room just staring at me? The boy then turned away, and walked straight through the wall.

Dad said that it wasn't until he walked through the wall that he realised he was a ghost. He also said that the next day they heard that the precious occupant of that bed had tragically died.

3746 That's such a beautiful story!

Thank you, Isadora! I have a bond with all my animals but her in particular, there is something special.

I wish my cat would come back and visit me one last time

VenusClapTrap

I promise you, if there is a bond between you and your cat he/she will have been drawn drawn back to you and would still sometimes be around you.

Usually it's when you are quiet like early in the morning or late at night, or rather, that's when you're more likely to notice them.

I sometimes have been lying in bed reading and felt a cat walking across the mattress but can see nothing.

I cannot say what happens when we all die but I know from my experiences some part of us lives on and I believe we are reunited when we pass.

@Bananalanacake

I agree that a ‘ghost’ will only show itself if you aren’t scared of them.
I assume that’s why even though I now live in the family home I grew up in where my mother insisted that her own mother, who passed away when she was a child, would turn on/off lights, toaster, kettle etc. I have never experienced this.

I remember telling her that she must never haunt me when she passed as I’d be really scared.

When my mother was in hospital very poorly she, just the once, said ‘it’s my mum, there, in the corner, she’s here’
I thought that meant she would die that day but she didn’t. In fact, the next day she seemed so much better and more ‘with it’

The day after that though she did pass away.
It’s a comfort to me that she saw her own mother and I think she came to get her.

To this day though I won’t have it that there’s anything ‘spooking’ our house. Nope!.

Great stories to all who have posted.

The "avalanche/Savernake Forest" story was truly bloody terrifying...

Sorry there's a fairly big preamble here;

In 2015 I backpacked in India for a month with my partner and a friend.
We decided to visit an ashram we had read about in the lonely planet guide book - the ashram belonged to Amma - the hugging mother.
This was a middle aged lady who when at the ashram dished out hugs to the people there during daily services.
Unfortunately when we visited, Amma was away overseas - Google her - she's very popular and does a lot of humanitarian work I believe.

We decided to stay two nights at the Ashram as we had limited time but we all agreed we wanted to see it. And if you stayed 3 night's you had to do chores so we wanted to avoid paying for the chance to do that!

Upon arriving it was quite a strange place and nothing like we were expecting (we were imagining an Eat Pray Love style place). It consisted of several buildings, a couple of blocks of flats (apartments) that housed people staying there, a big hall area where meals were served and the services took place, and a shop where you could buy Amma souvenirs / memorabilia and clothing.
The clothing side was long elephant printed skirts, long sleeved shirts etc. You had to be fully covered at the ashram, no shorts etc so I ended up buying a long skirt to wear. You were also not allowed to take photos anywhere in the ashram - lots of signs up stating this.

We 'checked in' - and they gave us keys to an apartment in one of the blocks - we headed up to our room, it was two rooms divided in the middle by a curtain but we left that open and there were 4 single beds, my partner and I took one side of the unit and my friend went on the other side.
When we first arrived we saw the toilet in our room had a porcelain seat but built into the seat were footholds so you could also stand on the seat to squat if preferred - this was the only time we had seen a toilet like this on our travels, and we had become fairly obsessed with toilets in India, even coming up with a grading scale which included marks for things such as 'animals in the toilet', 'paper available', 'running water' etc - it was one of the funny highlights we got to discuss everyday multiple times for obvious reasons!

Anyway, back to the ashram toilet - we thought it was so funny I decided to take a quick pic of my friend standing on the squat seat and she pulled a funny face. I then decided to take a sneaky photo out of the window of our unit. We were fairly high up, maybe the 5th or 6th floor. Even though it was HIGHLY unlikely I would be seen taking it I still felt sneaky and like i was doing something wrong (which technically I was!!) and I was scared I'd get caught.

The first night passed uneventfully, we spent the next day in the ashram in our long covering clothes, wondering about the people there, obviously lots of Indians but also lots of 'tourist/backpackers' but everyone seemed to know exactly how it worked and all the words to the different ritual prayers that were being said which we attended - it was quite strange, we had to presume most people had been there a while. We just wandered around attending different services all day and taking it all in.

That night after sorting plans to leave the next day we went to bed, fairly early as there's not much to do in an Ashram after dark (that we know of).

Around 3.00am I woke up and went to the toilet - it was dark in the room and I felt a bit creeped so went quickly and rushed back into my bed.
I was lying there trying to get back to sleep when I started to hear an awful moaning, wailing sound, it wasn't a cry as though someone needed help, it was more guttural and kept going over and over - I couldn't tell if it was male or female. It was coming from the corridor but sounded far away like it could be a few floors higher than ours, but it was getting closer, to me it sounded like it was getting closer too quickly to be possible as it was suddenly very close as though it was on our floor and getting progressively louder as it got closer, this awful groaning, moaning sound. I couldn't help imaging some awful being roaming the corridors when everyone was sleeping and it sensing I wasn't asleep and heading to me and just standing on the other side of the apartment door - I was so scared, I curled into a ball, wrapped the sheets over myself, put my fingers in my ears and I lay there terrified, until I must have fallen back to sleep eventually.

Thankfully morning came, and I told my partner and friend what I'd experienced in the night.
My friend told me she had woken at 3.15am for no reason, she hadnt heard anything like I had but had had an overwhelming feeling of being scared - she didn't know why but she just woke up and felt really scared.

We left the ashram as soon as we could and were glad to see the back of it to be honest. It was too weird and creepy for my liking and I don't think I could have stayed another night after my experience.

The next place we travelled to was Varkala, we hired scooters for the day and rode to some different places, I was taking lots of photos. At one point I asked my partner to pass me my camera which had been in his backpack, and it wasn't there. We had only stopped once close to one person when we'd pulled over to ask for directions. We re-rode our route and went back to the places we stopped and it was nowhere to be found.
As a result I lost the photos taken in the ashram - I really believe I lost the camera because I had those photos on it and they should never have been taken.

This isn't creepy as such but I have had several dreams that colleagues/friends/acquaintances are pregnant and then they find out they are, my dreams seem to be just before they get pregnant.

I also have had 3 death dreams and they did indeed die shortly after and not expected😬. I don't really believe in premonitions etc but it freaks me out a bit.

I have a few from the last house I lived in, and one from childhood, this may be long and rambling!

Best friend as a child lived in one wing of a huge old house which backed onto fields with a painted wooden church the other side. We used to go roaming in the field and I vividly remember one day running through the wheat (a la Theresa May) until we reached the border with the church, I think there was a ditch of some sort or a low hedge, at any rate we were startled to see a man about 15/20 ft away, up to his chest in the ground digging a grave in the churchyard, so we kind of stopped, a little bit spooked and didn't go any further. He looked over to where we were crouched and sort of half smiled in that way you do when you're playing hide and seek with children and know exactly where they're hiding. Anyway, he carried on digging and we kept popping our heads over the top of the wheat to get another look at what he was doing out of morbid curiosity, and eventually he looked me straight in the eye and smiled and I remember feeling absolutely petrified, stone cold, dizzy and just yanking my friend with me and running as fast as I could back to her house, with this horrible ominous feeling of being followed all the way back. When my dad collected me an hour or so later and we drove past the churchyard I could barely bring myself to look out of the window but when I did there was nothing there, nobody, no disturbed earth, no sign of anything in that spot. Of course I might have been too far away or travelling too fast to see but it was a very small church and grounds so I feel like I would have been able to see something. Can still picture him to this day, looking me in the eye and smiling in a not exactly pleasant way.

Never had any more woo moments until I moved into my last house, it was a small Victorian terrace, within a couple of months of moving in we had horrendous problems with cold spots and damp, it was constantly mouldy and the atmosphere especially upstairs and in the corner of our bedroom was always oppressive. It was one of those houses where the front door opens into the living room, then it had one of those really steep staircases bisecting the ground floor with dining room and tiny kitchen and bathroom behind, two bedrooms and a box room up top. Every time I walked past the bottom of the stairs I felt like I was being watched from the top, and I lost count of the number of times the door of the cupboard in our bedroom (which sat directly over the stair well) would pop open. We used to think it may be a draft from the loft but could never feel anything, and there was often real resistance from the other side when you pushed it shut again. Over the months it got to the point we were sleeping with the laundry basket wedged in front of it we were so unnerved by it.

Anyway, story 1 from that house: DH and I had both had a really disturbed night, constant bad dreams, and cupboard door which was next to the head of the bed popping open in spite of wedged laundry basket. Woke up in the morning and glanced over to the chest of drawers next to the bed, and same side of room as cupboard, to find a bottle of soy sauce from the kitchen, and three baby bottles in size order lined up on top. DC all too young at the time to reach kitchen cupboards.

Story 2: DS2 in baby bouncer awake but quite peaceful, suddenly did a big angsty cry and as he did so, I looked up in time to see a load of paperwork and books "jump" out of a box at the top of a (different) cupboard and land on top of him. Box was nowhere near full so it couldn't have just slipped off, no windows open. That was the point at which I really started to want to move house. DS2 was fine if a little shocked!

Story 3:
DH and I watching TV one evening, I go upstairs to settle one of DC, come downstairs to find him talking in a weird, comically croaky voice in the kitchen making cheese on toast. As I crossed the dining room I said "Who are you talking to?" At which point very un-woo DH looks at me, all the colour drains from his face and he says "You're in there..." And points to the bathroom door leading off the back of the kitchen which is shut (normally we left it open as the handle was a bit dodgy).
Turns out he'd walked into kitchen, heard someone running taps in the bathroom, assumed I'd come downstairs already and asked "me" if I wanted cheese on toast, to which someone had replied "yes please" in a weird croaky voice, and he was jokingly replying in an equally weird voice. Neither of us wanted to open the bathroom door but eventually DH did... No one there. Taps still on. The bath taps always used to turn themselves on on their own too, we'd thought it was a boiler pressure issue up until then!

Now, living in our current house I find the lack of atmosphere makes me realise how palpable the feeling was in the old place, and the first thing we both said when lockdown began was "thank god we're not still living there" (for reasons both ghostly and environmental health related )

3746 That's such a beautiful story!