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

Omg this is what it is! I've had this all my life, used to freak me right out. Rarely happens now. For me, it's like whatever I am looking at suddenly looks miles away, like as if you've zoomed right out on a lense, but instantly. And a strange sensation while it happens. The last time it happened was a few years ago in a job interview, not the best time, and I had to keep my cool like it wasn't happening. Only ever lasted a couple of mins for me thankfully.

I've just read all these while my poorly ds slept and had a good cry at some of them which I feel like I needed

Many years ago I worked at a pub which was built back in the early 1800s and backed on to a cemetery, it was well know among locals to be haunted. I'm a bit of a sceptic so never really believed it.

The pub had a bar that sort of went around and slopped down meaning there was two bars one at the top of the slop and one at the bottom, the bars were divided by a big built in cabinet that the optics were on. You couldn't see between the top and bottom. The bottom bar was always really cold and people who sat down there alway felt like they were being watched.

One night after last orders I was cleaning up, I locked the front door and was chatting at the top bar with a couple of locals who were finishing their drinks and a friend who was waiting for me to finish. I went to the bottom bar put a load of glasses in the washer and came back up. We were all sat chatting away for about 20 minutes, then I suddenly felt like something was wrong I went around the corner to the bottom bar and the whole bar was flooded with larger. The larger taps had all been pulled down and there was larger everywhere. I have no idea how the taps on, I was the last and only person to enter that bar.

Another night at the same bar, a few of us stayed after hours to watch a boxing match on tv. We all had our drinks and we're sat around the tv, waiting for the match to start. The power went out for a spilt second, when it came back on there was a bar stool in the fire place across the room. It all happened so quick no one had time to move.

@CatOfTheLand

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[quote SingingInTheShithouse]@Shannith

I have diagnosed Alice in Wonderland Syndrome as part of migraine, it's very different to levitation or our of body experience, which I've also experienced. You never feel like you are floating, only that things change size & position & occasionally a sense of falling a short way as if in a lift that just dropped a couple of feet. Things like the lamppost way down the street, is suddenly right next to you making you jump, or the pint glass someone is handing you is now a half pint. I know it can vary, but I've never come across anyone who says they float [/quote]
@SingingInTheShithouse I experience Alice in Wonderland syndrome usually just before sleep paralysis. It's such an odd sensation.

FateHasRedesignedMost

Myxomatosis…….

At uni I lived in halls for a year, on campus. It was a creepy campus, cut off from the town and surrounded by woods. The communal laundrette was 10 minutes walk from my building and always busy in the daytime. So I took to going at night, around 2am when that part of campus was deserted. It was an uphill route, past the edge of the woods, past a deserted playground and a series of locked computer rooms.

One night I had loads of laundry I desperately needed to get done, so I planned to walk to the laundrette when I’d finished my essay. Only I had this sense of foreboding that grew stronger. I kept putting it off then chided myself for being paranoid!

It was a calm winter night, about 3am, no wind or rain, no noise. So I lugged my bags of laundry down 3 flights of stairs and hesitated at the exit door. The sense of danger was stronger, like I really shouldn’t go out. I told myself I was being silly, opened the door and set off up the path, still on edge. I spotted a dead rabbit on the path, then another, then a third, all glassy eyed. The feeling of dread overwhelmed me and I rushed back to the door, lugged my bags back up the stairs and didn’t calm down until I was locked in my room.

I’d never felt this way and I’d been doing laundry at night for months. The dead rabbits shouldn’t have bothered me as that rabbit disease starting with myx was claiming a lot of rabbit lives in the area.

Next day the night porters and police issued a warning about a sexual predator at large; apparently several sex attacks had happened on campus that night, including a woman who was almost raped not far from the laundrette (she’d been returning from a night out). A man heard her screaming and chased the attacker away.

To this day I wonder if I sensed something was amiss that night. I never walked that route at night again!

[quote Caffeinette]@catoftheland that scared the hell out of me up to the dog revelation 😂[/quote]
🤣

I was just lying on the floor, Labrador merrily humping my back, thinking 'my time has come' - before I realised spirits probably don't pant and lick

@catoftheland that scared the hell out of me up to the dog revelation 😂

DH and I used to live in a ground floor flat in East London. It was built on the bombed site of a row of houses that used to be brothels and opium dens visited by Oscar Wilde et al and was one of the roads included in many Jack the Ripper tours.

Our flat looked a lot like the motels you see in American tv shows - doors open out to a parking lot (ours) or a balcony.

One day DH was away and I was coming home about midnight a bit drunk from cocktails at the 10 Bells (a Jack the Ripper haunt). When I got to the parking lot I had this overwhelming feeling of dread - like I couldn't go into the flat. I felt like someone was in there, waiting.

I stood there for about 20 minutes, terrified, before deciding that I was safer inside than standing outside, or walking to a friends' or a station, alone in a very rough part of London.

My hands were literally sweating and shaking as I opened the front door. As soon as the lock clicked and the door began to open a dark figure, a little taller than me, leapt at me from the darkness behind, slightly to the right.

The figure was powerful and threw its arms over each shoulder, pushing me forward, which sent me flying into the flat where it landed on top of me, pinning me to the ground with its weight.

It was nextdoor's black Labrador (who inexplicably loved me). They let it out every night for a wee before bed. My intuition was bollocks.

Don't think she was the only one who did a wee on the doorstep that night.

@creepystory that really freaked me out! Glad that you managed to speak to your husband and all was okay. Very eerie 😳

I’ve heard my departed Bengal scratching the door to come in since he died, so has dh.

We were very close to him.

About a week after our lovely 18 year-old boy cat had to be pts at the vet’s due to kidney disease, I was settling down for the evening at home and had just let out his longtime mate, our little terrier, through the sliding patio door into the back garden, presumably for a wee.

I sat back down, side on to the sliding door and just a couple of minutes later saw, out of the corner of my eye, the dog standing wanting to come back in. Opened the door and he dashed past my legs towards the kitchen. Sat back down again and around five minutes later, there was the dog still outside, barking to be let in!

Really hope what I saw and let in was old boy cat coming home. DH and I also saw him separately in daytime through the frosted glass of our inner front door, sitting in our porch near his, by then, locked cat flap. Both of us opened the door just in case a random cat had managed to get in, nothing there.

Was quite sad but sort of comforting and nothing else happened after that.

When I became pregnant with my dd, who was my first dc, I was told her due date was on the anniversary of my dm’s death. I know it was just a coincidence, but my dm died the year before I met dh, and several years before dd arrived, so she never got to meet any of my family. It was strangely comforting and a bit spooky, even though dd didn’t actually turn up on that date in the end. My Dad who is very unwoo looked a bit shaken when I told him the date she was due. I can remember him going a bit pale and saying “What are the chances of that?”

@Gingernaut Ok. All I’m saying is that the way the feeling was described in the story was better articulated than I have been able to describe something that did happen to me in real life.
Does that help?

I woke up in the middle of the night from a nighmare where my uncle was chasing me with a very large black dog. I hadnt seen or even thought about this uncle for well over 30 years. Later that day my cousin telephoned me to say that my Uncle had died in the night and she had to go and collect his black labradour dog as there was nobody else to look after it.

@longtompot and @LouH1981 Fiction. Fiction. Fiction.

It did not happen. There was no feeling. It's a story.

[quote SingingInTheShithouse]@Shannith

I have diagnosed Alice in Wonderland Syndrome as part of migraine, it's very different to levitation or our of body experience, which I've also experienced. You never feel like you are floating, only that things change size & position & occasionally a sense of falling a short way as if in a lift that just dropped a couple of feet. Things like the lamppost way down the street, is suddenly right next to you making you jump, or the pint glass someone is handing you is now a half pint. I know it can vary, but I've never come across anyone who says they float [/quote]
@SingingInTheShithouse that's really interesting. Thank you for replying.

I suppose it gives credence to the mind being able to "imagine" for want if a better world, all sorts of things. Real or not real - who knows - all valid as reality can just be what one experiences it as (deep).

I've had instances of sleep paralysis - I'm so glad I found out what it was as it used to terrify me - and had a being lifted up feeling many times. Not the same as levitation as it felt like something black was lifting me.

Many years ago in Canada me and four friends got into a small boat to go whale watching. Two of us had cameras and took photos but I'm not in any of them. Where I was sat you can see the seat. Not me. 🤔🤔

@thegreywoman Wow, that’s really interesting, thank you! Inside out is a good analogy.
I’ve just never been able to describe exactly how it felt. It was completely unexpected too so I don’t think it was my mind playing tricks on me. Especially as my mum reported the exact same thing.

When departed Bengal boy was a year or so dh and I were having Sunday morning tea in bed and reading. Bengal was asleep on my lap in the happy cat croissant position when he flew off my lap and landed 3ft or so away on the floor and stayed asleep until after he landed.

He flew horizontally then dropped gently onto my dressing gown on the floor.

I’m always glad dh saw it too.

@butterpuffed your story is charming.

[quote LouH1981]@longtompot Exactly this.[/quote]
That reminds me of something recalled in the book by Fynn, called Mr God This Is Anna. Anna was a child who was found in the east end a few years before WW2, and lovingly cared for by Fynn's mum. A remarkable read, but the reason I'm quoting from it is because when Anna was about seven, I think, she fell onto some railings while trying to rescue a kitten that had got stuck up a tree, and her internal injuries were so severe she died from them some time afterwards. Just before she died she gasped and said to Fynn 'Fynn, it's just like turning inside out'.

@Shannith

I have diagnosed Alice in Wonderland Syndrome as part of migraine, it's very different to levitation or our of body experience, which I've also experienced. You never feel like you are floating, only that things change size & position & occasionally a sense of falling a short way as if in a lift that just dropped a couple of feet. Things like the lamppost way down the street, is suddenly right next to you making you jump, or the pint glass someone is handing you is now a half pint. I know it can vary, but I've never come across anyone who says they float