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

@Beeinalily thanks yeah feel much better today apart from having my eyes ripped out by fuel price increases
Ds was 100% today

@fedup078 I hope you're okay 💐

@Zeal I didn't! More spooky is why my phone thinks I tried to type that! Yeah, very often used in my daily vocabulary. I'm guessing it is in there to cover drunk learned types but no, definitely autocorrect!

Oh, yes I remember that trail now.

Strange you auto-typed 'agronomy' which of course is the study of planting and harvesting food in the context of human life and economics. The word derives from Agricola, the Roman emperor who pushed his armies across Britain 2,000 years ago. Somehow I think you knew that.

Aah a good typo. Sorry. What the hell was I even trying to say? Ah. "All funny but the dildo story took the shine off for me.. yes,yes, clutched pearls..

All funny but the dildo always agronomy, the crudeness took the shine off for me (yes, yes, clutches pearls..)

This.

In one arm the figure appeared to be carrying something long and pointed, almost a metre in length and about two inches wide. A sword.

I looked down to see the sword, or blade, or whatever it was Er, a sword.

It was a strange, satisfying, almost euphoric feeling, like you get when you sink into a hot bath, or scratch an itch. Mmmm...maybe it was a dildo? But a metre long....

And then it thrust the object in its hand straight into my stomach. Ah, nope. Definitely a sword.

Very very funny. Ta.

There are some really funny people on MN. Far too often their subtleties go over heads. I remember the lady who wanted advice on how to shut up the dawn chorus as WFH was difficult. Loads of people came on with advice on how to stop birds singing....hilariously ridiculous. The OP knew all this and was exasperated they all took her seriously..So funny!

[quote ChristinaMarlowe]@Zeal Literally crying! 😂
Thank you for cheering me up today. It's the sort of thing I always think and often even say out loud while reading but I probably wouldn't type it out! Maybe I should start to! You legend. Thanks again! 😂 [/quote]
Eh.? OK, I will take the credit, thank you.

This thread is too long for me to remember and I have no time between life and wine. Is this the one with the Roman warrior? ie Gladius dildo? Or the one where I tell the alcoholic to just turn up pissed to the cinema?

Any event, glad to be of service.

Going to add one more - already posted (accidentally!) under real name, but this a bit creepy so made sure it's not obviously me this time...

So the other night about 1am, maybe 10 days ago ish, I was on the sofa alone. Toddler in her pram next to me so sleeping, She caught a cold from her big sister so I rocked her in there. DH upstairs sleeping and eldest DD at her Nan's.

Heard a sound, a cat meowing, under the window in the kitchen (50yards max from me - open plan fair size) as clear as day. We have a Tom car that murders things left, right and centre - I sodding hate it - so the biggest window is only ever ajar in case he brings his victims in.

Something about it was just... Off. Can't explain it. Sounded like my boy but. Or right.. Ignored it. Huge glass doors facing the sofa and blinds only half drawn as aside from vans and horses no one really passes late at night.

It was the strangest thing, on one hand it's clearly the cat - go let him in. On the other, nah mate. Something is not right.

As I'm deciding what to do and already on my feet to let the evil murderous cat in, I see him. Right across from me, sleeping. No other pets or kids/family and certainly not that would meow.

I really felt I shouldn't go near the window (long but narrow, not accessible to a regular sized person) just froze. Then it came again, not my cat - obviously - but also somehow not catlike even though what else could it be?! I went right to my bedroom, actual cat came too and didn't dare close the window until the following day.

Still scared of that one. I refer to it as Cat-Man and even warned by nearest neighbours. It is so weird, not supernatural as such but the feeling... I only know one thing for sure and that is that if I had opened the door something very bad would have happened.

I double check everything since and have the cat in at bedtime with a littler tray in the kitchen for emergencies. Foooook that roiiiiight off for a game of sodding soldiers! Scared just typing as DH is not home until restaurant closes and everything is quiet do earliest 10.30pm. Get off meeeeee!!

@Zeal Literally crying! 😂
Thank you for cheering me up today. It's the sort of thing I always think and often even say out loud while reading but I probably wouldn't type it out! Maybe I should start to! You legend. Thanks again! 😂

[quote Gingernaut]**@longtompot* and @LouH1981* Fiction. Fiction. Fiction.

It did not happen. There was no feeling. It's a story.[/quote]
Why are you being nasty for no reason whatsoever? Fiction or not... the words made sense to someone's feeling. You never been moved by a movie, or had a character's scenario in a TV drama resonate with you?
Get off your high horse

A few months after my dad died I heard my phone ringing in my bag but couldn’t get to it before it went to answerphone. I grabbed it and saw it was a missed call from my dad. I thought it was really odd but decided it was probably my mum sorting through his stuff and had come across his phone. I decided to call it back, thinking my mum might be upset but it immediately said number no longer in use. Then it pinged to say I had an answer phone message. It was my dad saying he was having to stay in hospital longer than originally planned and for me not to leave to pick him up as he had to stay another night.

A few weeks before he died he said he’d left me an answerphone message telling me not to come when I turned up to pick him up from hospital. I hadn’t got it but didn’t really think anything of it and, as I was already there, we decided to hire one of the TV’s in hospital and watch a film together. We watched Homeward Bound, of all things, got a takeaway delivered to his ward and had a really lovely evening together in hospital, chatting for hours which we hadn’t done for years. The next day he had a brain haemorrhage and couldn’t speak or understand anything from that moment on, until he died a few weeks later.

When I got back to my mum’s I told her all about it, played her the message and we both had a good cry. When I saw my brother a few days later I went to play it for him but it was gone, along with the record of the missed call from his phone. It was so weird, I still don’t understand it.

You’d be surprised how many widows have told me they don’t believe in ghosts but they saw their husbands after death, or been hugged/felt a hand on them.

A lot of people dismiss these things but how many times have those off us who haven’t lost their dh wake up seeing apparitions of them or feel ourselves being touched when no ones there.

Hahaha, so I 'thought' I name changed...! Guess not! Oh well, 'twas me and twas all true!
The recording at Dad's was crazy. He had a very distinct accent - half American and half Scouse (Liverpudlian) accent, deep voice. I played it months later as was too upset at the time and of course didn't think there was a chance I actually caught anything, it was just the grief really. Desperate for a reassurance he was ok. I couldn't believe it when I heard it.
My Mum is the most down to earth and science ruled person - as was her husband- and when she heard it she corrected one of my guesses. "No", she said. "After he said 'can you hear me' he said 'I love you'." Once she told me I played it again and yes, that was more likely what that bit was. I like most people that claim these things I actually still have the phone so still have the recording. Not found or heard it in years now but it's possible to find it. Totally changed my opinion. As the previous poster said, how do we know the rational, scientific explanation is NOT that there are spirits on earth? Mad. True, but mad. Even though I know from my experiences that it has to be the case, still not quite convinced if that makes sense?! It's amazing, it's so comforting and above all it goes to show that there is so much we do not yet understand.

Its so interesting, I dont believe in anything like this, I reckon everything has a rational explanation - but what if the rational explanation turns out to be ghosts?! Some form of manevolent energy? It would be unreasonable to say every story of ghostly happenings on here is complete rubbish and everyone imagined it! (I know not all posts here are about ghostly happenings).

The night after DH died I was in bed trying, unsuccessfully, to sleep, and suddenly I felt this big squeeze around my chest as though someone was holding me from behind (as DH used to). I am convinced that it was DH telling me he was ok; sadly it's never happened again.

Not NE. It was Scotland x

Coming home from work, just off the train and walking down a busy shortcut pathway from the Station, I saw my Mum about 50 foot ahead of me and didn’t want to shout as there were a lot of people and I didn’t want to draw attention, so was just thinking, “turn around Mum”, she did turn a moment later saw me and waited for me to catch up and we then walked home together.

When we got home, my Dad said did you get the train together? My Mum said no and that she heard me calling Mum and turned to see me. I definitely 100% did not shout or call out and if I had, other people would have turned around too. Very strange.

NC although have shared these separately before here aí think.

One Christmas when I was about 8-9 we had my grandparents to stay for Christmas Eve. I snuck down to peek as you do, got to the middle of the room, saw a man cross from the tree/right to the wall by the door (left) and panicked appropriately but in my mind it was Santa. I saw work boots, dark trousers and it went behind the door into a chair. No where to go unless the person stood on the chair behind the door as it was right against the wall. Ran back upstairs and checked on both my Dad and Grandad, they were asleep. Super excited I saw Father Christmas. Fast forward - obviously I remembered this event every subsequent year... Got old enough to know it could not be Santa..
The house was on old Iron Ore and later tin mines. Only in hindsight dos I wonder why I never saw or tried to see his face/upper body.

Same house. I always felt scared and watched or judged in a certain room near the top pf the stairs. Went on years. Thought it was normal imagination. Same time roughly as the Santa visit. Always hated the top off the stairs. One time I was at the top am felt a light but firm push so jumped as many as possible and landed in a heap at the bottom. My Dad - very down to earth and scientific guy - said he pranked me on purpose and he was sorry, it was on, etc. Over time it occurred to me that he was already at the bottom of the stairs. No reason he would take responsibility other than to calm me. Doesn't make sense...!

Fast forward, Dad died in 2016. He had dementia. I went in to his house with a recording app on. Head (and still have) his voice on that recording. Impossible. All I need to know that there is life after death!

Love these threads!

[quote Gingernaut]**@longtompot* and @LouH1981* Fiction. Fiction. Fiction.

It did not happen. There was no feeling. It's a story.[/quote]
And? I've read fiction which has put into words what I have been feeling or experienced without knowing how to put it into words myself.