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

Maybe 15 or so years ago now... I was asleep, and in my dream a woman would come and lean over me, gently shake my shoulders and tell me I needed to wake up, and then I would wake up. It happened every night for a couple of months then never again. The strangeness of it was that I felt really happy and whenever I woke up I would straight away wish it had been real, like as though it was a woman I felt really close to.

Do they not have any dps?

I've so enjoyed reading these stories that I'll add mine. Very identifiable family but if any of them are on here I know they won't mind!

These all centre around my childhood best friends house, an old 3 storey terrace that was inhabited by my female friend, her mum and her two sisters. So 4 females and no men in the house. I stayed there often as a kid and had the sensation of being watched, saw shadows out of the corner of my eye and heard footsteps running on the second floor when I was on the first floor.

Whatever is there (and it's been 50 years and counting) is definitely not malevolent but a protective soul. Any bad 'uns the girls brought home always had an experience of one kind or another. Most memorable was a 6'2" 20 year old lad running out of the house in the middle of the night because he woke up with the sensation of hands round his neck. Turned out afterwards that he had been a bit handy with the eldest sister.

My friend only recently told me that when she was in bed she would fairly regularly hear footsteps doing a circuit around the third floor where there were two bedrooms connected by a bathroom (so you could walk in a full circle through all the rooms). I couldn't understand how she was so accepting of it but she said whilst scary she knew she wouldn't come to any harm.

The youngest sister who is now an adult still lives in the house with her mum, and her 3 little girls. They sleep in one top floor room and their youngest daughter in the other. Recently she woke to hear her small daughter (she was under 1 and not walking) crying. She went in and the baby was underneath the cot. Just lying on her back crying. There is no way that baby could have got herself out.

The one story that really gives me the creeps is this. When my friend was a toddler her Mum was woken in the middle of the night by a female voice whispering loudly "FIRE FIRE" in her ear. She went to the girls bedroom first and saw my friend sweating and red in the face. She had an extremely high temperature and was really poorly.

I really believe that house will always be in their family. I bet one of the current 3 female children will also have 3 girls and the pattern will continue ....

I have had lots of experiences in my life time. I have had lots of occasions where I have dreamed something, very minor day to day stuff, talking to people etc and then months later had the exact same conversations I dreamed about. One that really sticks in my mind was when I was at secondary school, in my dream I walked into school from the bus with 2 girls I was friends with at primary school, but had barely said 2 words to since starting secondary school (because they were popular and I wasn't) I never walked in with them, and we were talking, I can't remember what about now as it was years ago. Then about 6 months later I walked into school with them and we had the exact conversation I dreamt about.

I have heard people shout me when no one was there, had creepy re-occuring dreams, the one that scared me the most was one that kept re-occuring over and over again all on the same night. I woke up to find a woman standing over my bed, I screamed and she disappeared, I got up did daily stuff, then went back to bed, woke up to find the same woman standing over my bed, I tried to scream but couldn't, she took a step closer and I screamed, then a different dream, then I woke up to find her at the side of my bed, I tried to scream and couldn't, she took a step further, I still couldn't scream, she sat on my bed and I finally screamed and she disappeared. Then again woke up to find her same as before I couldn't scream she took a step towards me, sat on the bed and laid down next to me, I screamed. Then again wake up she is at the side of me, I can't scream, she takes a step closer, sits down on the bed, lies down next to me, all while I try to scream, but no sound is coming out, I roll over so as not to look at her, she then puts her arms around me, one hand over my mouth and nozzles her head into my neck and then the dream changed. This time I actually woke up and was terrified, I have never been so scared in my life, my heart was pounding and I was sweating. This was all in one night, whilst I was living at home with my DM and DF. About 2 months later when I had forgotten about it, i closed my eyes to go to sleep and a voice whispered "I'm back" and then a horrible little laugh, I still hate that room at my parents house.
Had experiences at work too.

I’m not woo. The thought of some of these stories terrify me to a sickly dread - but I’ve had a lot of very strange moments I prefer not to dwell on.

Years ago, I was awoken by the bed sort of shaking. Like someone was pulling on one of the brass corners and giving it a light shake. Son’s father sound asleep next to me. However I felt a bit uncomfortable so checked on DS. As I approached the bedroom I could smell the acrid warm diarrhoea and indeed, my boy had a poorly tummy and had made quite a mess of the bed. I was glad to have been awoken. He was only 3 or 4 at the time and fast asleep, unaware of it all. I was grateful to the bed shaker but it freaks me out quite a lot if I dwell on it. I wasn’t scared at the time.

I dreamt I was talking to my mum who was locked outside of our family home. I was away at uni. She was telling me it was all alright and it would be ok. I woke the next day and told my housemates it was a bit weird. I called her mid-morning (Uni payphone in a lobby) and she told me then not to worry, but she had just come back from the doctor who had told her she had cancer and had to go for more tests immediately.

She was treated successfully but her house was repossessed a few months after (90’s recession).

I had a really uneasy feeling listening to a song one night. Son’s father had an affair but wanted to come back to us and of course laid it on thick that he wanted to stay with us and it was all over with her. We were a few weeks into the reconciliation charade. During this song, I sat bolt upright as it dawned on me, he would marry this woman. The thought wouldn’t go away and it was a point of acceptance for me. Like someone laying out transactional facts before me and I knew. I knew that I had to plan right away for the new life I’d considered a couple of months earlier. This voice was very clear. He would be marrying her.
I confronted him next day, he was away for work. I forced the confession and told him I knew. Of course it was still going on.
They split a few months later and I thought no more of it as he was in and out of relationships but I knew she’d be back. That voice was so strong and low and behold - once she deemed him senior enough and rich enough, she was back and now they are married.

There are more, chance encounters. Fleeting things that don’t quite add up. I get spooked by vivid dreams but have so many that I just try not to think about any of it too much. Instinct maybe?

Thank you Laiste. Fascinating.

Me too anxietrist.x

That's meant to be a reply to a previous post about a ladies granddaughter saying she used to be her mum not a random unspooky comment sorry.

I hope so @Luddite26

@Needtheadvice Where is the death house?

This is something I've been thinking a lot about lately. I do believe in reincarnation.
When my 4th grandchild was born he was in special care and I went to hold him and we looked at each other and I felt we were being reunited. I believe he was my Grandad. Never felt this 'knowing' with any other babies I've held. Obviously people think I'm crackers or poopoo if I say he does things my grandad used to do like touch his nose with his tongue. Anyway I do wonder if it is what happens we just keep recycling ourselves!x

My own story is pale in comparison -

After my lovely mum died in an accident I started going to a grief cafe to chat to others in the same situation. On my first visit I was talking to a lovely lady and we decided to swap numbers so we could meet up to discuss a project she was working on. I got my phone out and she gave me her number so I could ring for us to swap numbers easily.

Anyway, I dialled her number and her phone then duly rang but instead of her screen displaying my number it was my mum’s name! No explanation for that as I have had my number for many years and she definitely did not know my mum so I have no idea how that happened...

I've had lots of weird experiences in my lifetime AliceTeale; like the one above with DD and some very strange stuff shared with other people at a different work place which i can tell here later. The thing about the school incident is that is was such a lot of physical stuff which moved. It wasn't just sounds or smells or anything which could have been a matter of opinion. Y'know? And i wasn't expecting it. I wasn't feeling freaked out. It was sunny. There the stuff was. Bloody piled up!! You can't describe how it feels. You don't react the way you think you might. It not like in a film.

I would still describe myself as non woo too, to be honest, because i'm a terrible coward and get the heeby geebys easily. I don't 'want' this stuff. I try to shut it out. I feel things about places strongly ect. I don't want to though. DH is always saying he wants to be woo - i say ''you really don't''.

So yes, the pile of stuff: largest/heaviest things at the bottom; lunch boxes first (2 i think) then a couple of painted cardboard models. Small packaging. Then a ruler, might have been 2 (laid flat not on end!) Reading book, and then a couple of bits of that really big chunky lego. Not fitted together, piled. Then right at the top a couple of tiny Lego blocks and a rubber. The things were piled at right angels to each other. Towards the top you'd have to be placing them very carefully to balance the whole thing. The whole pile was about .... 2, maybe 3 feet high.

I felt no fear.

There is one extra little bit to this story. Now, working as a TA (8 years at that point) is a job with a lot of responsibility and professionalism. I was NOT about to go round telling anyone at the school what happened. Firstly because i wouldn't want it getting back to any children and them getting frightened of their school (i had 3 of my own kids going to that school at the time!) and secondly because i didn't want people thinking i was mad. The next day i went through that class room in the morning (the teacher and the class were already in there) and i saw nothing unusual. I wondered what the caretaker had thought if/when he had seen the pile when he'd locked up the night before. Later that day the teacher from class B was chatting with me in the staff room and said 'bloody hell guess what happened this morning - i'd got the children all sat on the carpet for register and that clock above my desk just FLEW off the wall into the middle of the kids! Really weird ay? I climbed up and hung it back up. The hook was still up there ...''.

I just said ''hmmmm how odd'' and i changed the subject. I mean, what can you say? What can you do? Seriously.

Me and DH have had too many to list, but one happened about an hour after our DD was born, in the hospital in the middle of the night. We'd both managed to doze off, I woke up thinking I'd heard DD (as you do in post-natel wards) so looked at her cot. She was still sound asleep, but seconds after her cot started rocking on it's own. My DH was asleep the other side of me on his chair, there was only a wall the other side of her so no one had accidentally knocked it, and there was no wind at all. 6 months before DD was born DHs DM passed away so we think she came to meet her granddaughter

I remember reading Avalanche's story the first time, she didn't put the location until later in the thread, but it still creeps me out! So much so me and my husband really really want to go there! (Paranormal investigators)

The woodlands story is well written, but I'm quite sceptical!

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Thank you @Laiste 😁

I’m very non-woo despite loving stories like these and yours is one that is hard to explain.

Can you remember a bit more about the items and how they were stacked/balanced?

The pp's story of the ''man in the walls'' has jogged my memory of DD4 (6) and the house we lived in till she was 3.

Various very small things happened as soon as we moved in such as smelling cigar smoke in specific places, both cats watching something go slowly up the living room wall over their heads and slowly back down the opposite wall (while the humans in the room could see nothing). Clocks stopping. The sort of stuff which you forget over time ...

DD was born and we would have her changing mat in our room with her cot ect. Right from when she was able she would move her head to stare up into one particular corner of our room. (plain corner, nothing to see) When we would hold her to burb her she would crane her neck to look there. As she grew she would wave her arms and babble up at the corner while lying on the changing mat. Once able to sit up she would offer toys up at nothing. Especially in the living room that one.

Once she could talk she'd point up at the ceiling in our room and say 'man'.

Then later on 'man in the wall mummy'.

''Man who lives in the wall''. Blue shirt/jumper/top (cant remember the exact word now. But it was blue.

Then one day she did an imitation of his face. ''He's up there like this mummy'' ... My God! It was horrible rage! Bared snarling teeth and staring eyes.

DH and i would play it down to be honest. We didn't ask her about it or prompt her. Didn't want to hear it quite frankly. We knew we wouldn't be staying in the house long as it was a temp. rent situation and we left when she'd just turned 3. The house had previously belonged to an old gentle man who had passed away (in the house? don't know) Was it him?

Not creepy, just odd.
A year or two ago I started to wear earrings again and bought a pair of plain studs to wear during the day.
I was at my daughters home playing with my grandson and he was telling me how Mummy had put a clothes peg on her ear. To his great delight I let him put a peg on my ear. It was only as I was leaving several hours later that I realised my earring had been pulled out by the peg. We all searched for it. It wasn’t in my clothes or the chair. I’d obviously wandered around the place during my visit and although we all looked carefully, the earring was nowhere to be found.
About two weeks later I was coming down the stairs in my own home and noticed something on the carpet near the bottom of the stairs. It was the missing earring, complete with dent in it where the peg had pulled it off. I’d had walked home from my daughter’s, had had many changes of clothing, had hoovered several times and had walked up and down the stairs on numerous occasions without seeing anything on the floor. There must be an explanation, but I’m blowed if I know what it is.

Why oh why did I open this thread in the dark by myself at stupid o'clock? When will I ever learn?

My aunt, in Ireland, had a near fatal stroke about 8 years ago.
I was in Italy at the time and knew nothing about it until the next morning when my Mum phoned me. I remember telling my Mum that I already knew- really weird.
As it was happening to my aunt the night before I had become violently sick without any explanation. I had also had a dream where I was stuck face down on the floor looking at floor tiles- I didn’t know where I was in the dream and I couldn’t move. Later in the year my aunt died. I went into her house for the first time since her kitchen had been renovated- and saw the tiles. I had been looking out of her head in my dream as the stroke happened- in my dream I felt her panic-she had been found face down on the floor.
I can’t explain it- but at that moment I had been in her head- looking out.

My strange story is so long and convoluted... a neurologist once told me to write a book about it, so this is just a basic outline!

When I was a child I had a very vivid dream... I was in year 3, so I was about 7 years old. I remember re-telling this dream to any poor unsuspecting person who would listen... over and over again... so the memory is still clear in my mind today, as if it were yesterday.

I had dreamt that a man shot at my head multiple times, filling my brain with tiny canon balls... my whole head was buzzing and I knew it was only a matter of time until they were all going to explode. My cousin (still in my dream) came to my rescue and hugged me, trying to reassure me. I kept saying, “I’m going to die! My head is going to explode!” And she kept repeating (in a reassuring voice) “It’s ok, don’t worry, you’re just going to die, everything’s going to be ok”. I remember thinking, “no it bloody won’t! My heads about to blow up! That’s NOT ok!” Then a booming sinister countdown started, 10...9...8...7...6...5...4... but before it got to zero, I woke up. I recall waking up drenched in sweat, my head buzzing... I had pins and needles all over and was sobbing, but incredibly relieved to be alive.

Prior to that (and after that) I had many other dreams about dying or being about to die and sometimes even being dead... and nobody believing me.

The other day I found a drawing I’d done in my teens... it’s a little cartoon self portrait... and on the right hand side of my cartoon head there’s a hole. You can see straight through the head, as if someone had shot right through it. It’s not violent or gory in any way, just a neat little hole in the right side of my head. There was another massive drawing I’d done in chalky pastels, where I’d drawn a self portrait but the top of my head is bulging, as if it’s a balloon that’s been over inflated and about to pop.

Anyway... fast forward to my early 20s. I felt like there was something wrong with me and I’d said to a friend, “I don’t know what’s wrong with me but I can’t stop thinking about being seriously unwell.”

I was completely convinced there was something seriously medically wrong with me, but at the same time I knew this would be perceived as completely irrational. So although I felt convinced, I couldn’t bring myself to go to the doctors.

A year or so later (feeling genuinely fatigued and experiencing weird aches and pains and a whole host of symptoms) I decided to go to the GP and tell them. I figured they might suspect MS (thanks Dr Google) and do a check up... and hopefully clarify things for me. I basically wanted proof that my brain was normal.

Because my symptoms sounded like the hallmarks of MS, they did a full spine and brain MRI scan.

I went to see the neurologist for the results. He said, “you don’t have MS, everything is fine, there’s absolutely nothing to worry about. We found a large mass in the right side of your brain but it’s an incidental find and unrelated to any of your symptoms... so just carry on as if you never found out about it.”

Not wanting to sound like a hypochondriac, I smiled and thanked him... and asked if there would be any follow up? He begrudgingly said he’d see me again in three months time ‘if I really wanted’ and sent me on my way.

I thought three months was perfect because I was due to go travelling for two months and could go and see him after my trip.

Trip came and went... I settled back into normal life (I had got a new job) and I was doing all I could to make a good impression at work. But for some reason I felt completely out of sorts. I was sleeping loads and being as healthy as I could but no matter what I did I felt really really tired. Tired to the point that I felt drunk. I was slurring my speech, couldn’t get my words out and had a dull ache at the back of my head.

I called the neurologist and the receptionist tried to pass a message on that I wanted to come in for the follow up. He never got back to me as promised. I chased this for a while. Eventually he said I didn’t need to be seen- that I was just anxious because I knew I had a mass in my brain etc and it was all in my head.

I was working two jobs- one job in mental health advocacy and my new job (as a support and advice worker for families affected by mental health issues).

One Friday afternoon at my advocacy job, I sat at my desk and thought, ‘what if I never came back here? What if I got hit by a bus and this was the last time I ever sat at this desk... would I wish I’d done anything differently before I left the office? Finished off any important notes? Tidied up my paper tray?’

That afternoon I cancelled all my meetings and spent the rest of the day sorting out all my paperwork and my whole desk... until I could honestly say I wouldn’t be worried if I never came back (I.e. my colleagues and manager would know exactly where all my cases were at and nothing would be left for anyone else to sort out).

My Dad had been helping me find a second opinion and I had printed out my brain scan (to carry in my pocket in case anything happened). The thing in my head was a cavernoma- they aren’t cancerous, they are basically an abnormal mass of blood vessels and they shouldn’t be a problem... unless they bleed.

Before I could be seen by a neurologist, I collapsed at work (at my new job)... in my managers car. She said I looked so sick that she wanted me to go home and insisted on giving me a lift to the station.

I got pins and needles all down one side as she was driving, head was buzzing... felt drunk, nauseous, at first I didn’t want to make a fuss but my speech was all slurred and we both quickly realised I needed help.

My manager drove to the station and called 999... Paramedics came and I remember thinking, ‘I’m really not ok, I need these paramedics to like me, because I really need them to believe me and help me’... so I tried to get out the car and greet them... I didn’t want them to think I was being a hyperchondriac so I was trying to be upbeat and smiley... but with my slurry speech and inability to walk, they thought I was drunk! The last thing I remember them saying was, “right then, how much has she had to drink?”

Luckily I’d handed my brain scan to my manager before I completely blacked out. My manager said she kept telling them I definitely hadn’t been drinking or taking drugs... and as soon as they saw the scan I’d printed, I was rushed straight to A&E at kings college hospital.

The neurologist who refused to see me got a call from Kings, requesting all my notes and scans. And my Dad called him to say I had collapsed and was in hospital... he told my Dad I had been offered an appointment but never turned up!

I underwent brain surgery to remove the bleeding mass in the right side of my brain. The mass was the size of a large walnut by the time they operated.

Turns out... my whole life, this thing had been in there... bleeding... causing all kinds of symptoms (but I was so young when it started that I didn’t know my symptoms weren’t a normal part of life). Besides, if I ever tried to tell anyone, they said I was fine and there was nothing wrong. I had tried to tell the neurologist about some of my symptoms but he had dismissed them all.

Anyway, I had collapsed at work because I’d had a really big bleed. That was October... I was out of hospital mid December (just in time for Christmas)... I was living with my parents at this time.

I spent a lot of time with my Dad, who wasn’t feeling at all well.

That haemorrhage turned out to be the best timed catastrophe of my life... because it meant I spent a whole month with my Dad before he died very suddenly at home at the end of January.

I suppose the strange thing that can’t be explained, is how (on some level) I knew there was something wrong with my brain very early on in my life. But it took a huge bleed in my 20s before anything was acknowledged.

And how lucky that’s the way it happened... otherwise I might not have spent that time with my Dad, just before he died.

We can only understand life backwards, but we have to live it forwards.

Now I have an incredible neurologist. He said I was a textbook case of undiagnosed temporal lobe epilepsy (one of the side effects of the cavernoma bleeds).

The NHS saved my life. Now I work for the NHS.

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For obvious reasons I've NC for this.

Read with caution, mine is super creepy.

You won't believe me when I write this but I'm not in the least bit woo, I don't believe in fortune telling or anything.
I'm late 40s but I've always had this.
I have a sense when outwardly perfectly healthy people are are going to pass away soon.

To be clear; I'm not talking about elderly people, I'm talking about seemingly healthy people under the age of say 60.

Clearly I don't tell them, I don't tell anyone. How could I? I'm talking about younger people who seem to be perfectly healthy, I can't just point to someone off the telly I have to meet them in person.

I've never been wrong yet and it is a horrible thing to know. It applies to former colleagues, friends and acquaintances. I can't explain it, I just know.

I'm going to reiterate: it is a horrible thing to know. I feel like I'm cursed.

It creeps me right out every single time.

The creepiest thing that ever happened to me had an explaination, but at the time it was happening we had no idea what was going on, Not sure if it fits here because of the above but thought I would share anyway as it stuck with me throuhout my life and left me feeling like its the living we have to fear, not the dead/ghosts/etc

Early 90s, I was around eight or nine years old. Started hearing noises in the attic at night, Sounded like someone was walking around up there, the odd bang here and there. Told my Mum, She didn't hear anything. I heard it for about a Month. Was told there was nothing to worry about.

Soon after the noises started my Mum started getting calls on the house phone, started off with silence down the phone, that turned into heavy breathing, that turned into him saying he could see us, he knew what we were wearing, he was going to hurt us. He would call every night.

Mum packed a bag for me one night because she was going to take me to my grandparents out of harms way until the police could figure out what was going on, She got home that night alone. As she walked into the house she heard bangs coming from the attic so she ran out to the neighbours house and called the police, The attic was empty when they arrived but there was a blanket up there and a pillow, food wrappers etc that didn't belong to us.

A few weeks later a man was arrested, he lived directly at the back of our house (garden at the back of our house seperated by a fence, then his garden and his house) He could see directly into our bedrooms if he was in his bedroom, hence knowing what we were wearing. He admitted to breaking into our house multipul times and going into our attic so he could keep tabs on us, He also admitted he wanted to hurt me. He ended up being jailed and it also came out he had been abusing his own little boy who was six at the time. He was also the local peeping tom type who would look through windows (We only found this out after the fact)

I remember his wife and little boy moved away very soon after it happened and so did we.