To ask what’s the creepiest thing that’s ever happened to you?

My dad died in 2015, my grandad was on his deathbed in July 2017, the day before he passed he kept reaching his arm up as though there was someone there. He's not spoken in days, no food no drink, out of the blue at 10pm that night he said out loud "I'll be ready in a minute, Paul" that was my dads name. He died at 6am the following morning.

I have 2 creepy stories....

(Trigger warning - miscarriage mentioned) 7 years ago I had a missed miscarriage and the scan which told me the baby had passed happened after I had started bleeding and had travelled by ambulance home from staying with my mother-in-law 100 miles away. My husband and son stayed behind so my parents picked me up from the hospital afterwards and drove me back to my flat. When I walked into the flat I went into my bedroom to put my bags down and my parents went into the living room (hallway is long bedrooms at one end and living room at other). I walked into the bedroom and it smelled normal but suddenly an overwhelming smell of an older lady's perfume filled the room. I hadn't sprayed anything and neither had my parents and the window was shut. It disappeared as quickly as it came. I have no idea who it could have been as I never had a grandmother in life when I was here, but I did know an elderly aunt of my mum's so I often wonder if that might have been her offering comfort...

The morning my uncle died I woke suddenly at 2am for no reason. It turned out he died at 2am. A year later my other uncle died and on the night he died , at the exact time he died (9pm) I felt a cold shiver. He was ill in hospital when he died and we knew death was imminent, I even wondered at the time it happened if it was my uncle's passing. Then a few weeks later, DH's uncle was very ill and I was on my way home from my uncle's funeral. I text DH asking how his uncle was. Half a hour later, he phoned to say his uncle had passed and the time of death was the EXACT time I text him asking how he was

As a teenager messing around with an old ouija board in the cellar of my parents house. We weren’t taking it seriously at all, all thought it was a load of rubbish and asking the “ghost” questions like “how big is your willy?” and other similarly stupid things. Obviously it’s not moving at all. Then before we put it away we did one more “is anybody there?” and there was an enormous crash upstairs. We all giggled and screamed ourselves silly, realising it was a coincidence and still not thinking much more about it.

We went upstairs as I’d assumed it was next doers cat that had got in again and knocked something over. Instead the sitting room is absolute chaos. Three paintings had fallen off the wall and smashed, the coffee table had somehow just collapsed as if someone had jumped on it with all four legs buckled and a plant pot had seemingly exploded.

It was absolutely bizarre. I know it wasn’t a ghost or whatever but I simply can’t explain it even 20 years later. And I got grounded for a week for trashing the house as my mum didn’t believe my story.

As a primary aged child my friends and I often stayed in tents in each others gardens through the summer. Usually it was 3 of us and we would usually stay at my house (massive garden) or Bellas house as she had a lot of fun things to do at hers. One weekend we decides to stay at Sarahs house and put up the tent at the end of the garden in front of the garden gate that led to public allotments. Sarah's dad even ran an extension cord out so we could have a TV. We had a great evening and decided to sleep around 2am. As soon as we switched off the main light and settled down something started pushing on the tent. Like a hand pushing in from the outside, it happened around the tent, on the ceiling, low, high. Really hard pushing in. We were absolutely terrified, weeping, huddled together. We didn't know what to do, make a run for the house, stay there, scream? I've honestly never felt so scared, I thought that was it for us all. We heard no footsteps or breathing or anything, just this deliberate pushing in of the tent every few minutes. There isn't a chance it would have been Sarah's parents, they were not like that and wouldn't have let us get into that state. In the end we all fell asleep in the middle of the tent in a snuggled group when it stopped around 4am. The next day we told Sarah's parents and they were shocked and worried. They did tell us that the lovely next door neighbour who was a grandparent to our school friend had passed away in the night....we were freaked out and never stayed at hers again! Never have figured out what it could have been.

Staying at my BIL house one Christmas when DS was a baby. He had a tummy bug and woke in the night. His travel cot was at the end of our bed with about a foot between the bed end and the cot. I was leaning over the cot comforting DS when I felt DH brush past behind me. I turned around to talk to him...and he was sound asleep in the bed. Twas not he who had brushed past me.

My dad died many years ago when I was a child. I have an old clock of his that hadn't worked for about 40 years. The day I was diagnosed with cancer was also my dad's birthday. When I got home from the hospital after getting the diagnosis, the clock started chiming.

I used to have an orb drift across my curtain and along the wall above my head a few times a week in the middle of the night. The first few times I assumed I was still dreaming but them I made myself sit up and watch it. I haven't seen it for a while. I didn't know they were real or that they could be seen without a camera.

Nothing spooky or all for me... I used to work behind the bar in a social club and there was a particular man who liked to chat me up. He seemed harmless so I didn't mind - it helped to pass the time! Anyway, I got a Valentine's card sent to me in the post, from him. I had never told him my full name or my address (of course!) That was SERIOUSLY creepy! And I had a phone call to my landline (it was quite a few years ago) and I had certainly never given him my number. He was a postman and I think he must have found out where I lived through his work somehow. Either that or he asked his brother who worked in the same large organisation as me but I don't know how he would have found out where I lived. From then on I was scrupulously polite to him but didn't chat to him or accept any drinks - he stopped coming into the social club shortly after that thank goodness.

I went to bed one night when I was about 14 and woke up at about 2am, no specific reason and I could hear footsteps, closed my eyes just assuming it was a family member going to the loo (I'm one of 6 so there was never silence!) then all of a sudden I felt breath on my ear, then I heard "BELLA"

@Hawkmoth that would've shit me right up! id have ended up thinking he was one of whatever was in the house

I was a few days away from running my 2nd marathon.
I woke up and felt something was blocking my airway a bit, I panicked and had my first panic attack on top of it- I was doubled over in pain and was taken to hospital.
At the hospital I was in a side room with one other person, the curtain between us was closed but I could see the name board opposite-The man in the other bed I, had the exact same name as my Grandfather, who had a v. unusual middle name but there it was!
My grandfather had passed away 15yrs earlier.
I felt a wave of calm and whatever was 'stuck' , dislodged.

It turned out my diaphargm had partially' lodged'. Never happened again.

I believe my Grandfather was ' watching over me' , though Im not so much a 'believer' in after life ect, but it was very odd

I woke up in the middle of the night, saw a disc of light spinning and sparkling next to the bed. I woke XH up, he said "it's OK, it's just the spinning light disc" and went back to sleep. WTF was it?

If he hadn't said that, I would have put it down to migraine. But he did...