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

@MrsColon, I suffer from floaters and they are not at all like orbs!

My eldest says she sees black shadows around our landing. The other day, our new kitten was annoying her in bed, so she took him downstairs at about 6am. She says as she walked to the hallway, she saw a wide black shadow on the top of the stairs which whispered her name loudly about 2 times. She said as she walked around to see clearly, the blackness disappeared.

Not the first time she’s seen it, since she was 4/5 she used to tell me that the bathroom door would open by itself in the middle of the night. And she’s seen black shadows run past her in the living room or flit across the room under the sofa. She casually tells us when she sees one.

I even got her eyes tested, and she just has slight short sightedness.

Whatever it is, it’s not harming us, although our kitten sits in the downstairs hallway like he’s keeping an eye on something in the middle of the night.

My husband passed away a few days after a shock cancer diagnosis - on a ventilator at the end and sedated so we couldn’t communicate. That night I was on the bed weeping and tearing myself apart about the things that were left unsaid. Suddenly I felt movement at the edge of the bed - the mattress depressing as though someone was sitting down. I could feel a presence in the room and a kind of calm came over me. A few minutes later I felt movement again, just like someone standing up from the bed, and the presence was gone. It wasn’t a dream, I was awake and sitting up the whole time. I still believe it was my husband coming to me one last time to comfort me in my grief.

@longtompot Exactly this.

I guess it’s worth noting that although we’re ok with it, guests don’t tend to return (especially stairs man!) it’s like whatever is there has agreed we can live there as a family but it doesn’t like people leaving or arguing and it doesn’t like ‘outsiders’

Our family house is 400 years old. The fireplace on the first floor is so heavy and ancient it’s bowed the floor completely, the stairs are carpeted now but they are an old narrow stone spiral like you get in old castles, etc. The weirdness never ceases. The shadow people are so prolific we may as well start charging them rent, looking through doors, passing on the stairs…the fireplace I mentioned before has an odd feel to it too, like someone is trying to get your attention there (I often make small talk when doing the ashes now ) and whenever there’s an argument or emotionally charged event something will spring a leak (although the pipes have been repaired to the max so many times now - the most massive was when my Dsis went to pack after a row and the kitchen ceiling split and water just poured everywhere). Upstairs features at least one ‘whisperer’ which makes guests uncomfortable and one person who is the least woo human I know visited and we were woken up by a scream as he said something pushed down the stairs when he got up for some water (he was fine, thank god). It doesn’t feel ‘bad’ as such, more like we just share with a lot of other people.

[quote Gingernaut]@LouH1981, that poster has already admitted it was fiction.

Please read the full thread.[/quote]
Doesn't matter though does it? It just put into words what they experienced.

@LouH1981, that poster has already admitted it was fiction.

Please read the full thread.

@Jevarakh Just reading your amazing story. The thing I found most fascinating was how you described the feeling of the sword going through your body. My Dad passed away in 2014. It was very peaceful and my Mum and I were lay either side of him as he took his last breath. After that last breath I felt the weirdest sensation that I’ve never been able to accurately describe until I read your post. That was exactly how it felt. I’ve always attributed it to his spirit leaving his body. After he died, my mum said ‘I felt him go’ and I knew instantly that she had experienced the same thing. Thank you for being able to put it in to words when I could not.

I know, sick isn't it. 100 %men though. Refuse to respect women

@Bertiebiscuit Ugh, what is wrong with people?! Welldone to you 👏🏻

I watched 2 men on the tube who were clearly planning to video a up a woman's skirt, one was readying his phone and getting into position, the other was standing guard to protect him -gave me shivers, so I got out my phone and started videoing the 2 of them, which stopped them in their tracks.

Man seated next to me on the tube casually put his arm round me, pretending he was just putting across the top of the seat - he refused to move it and just pretended I was overreacting, so I just had to move as far from him as I could and got off the train early

Our house is over 100 years old. I’ve heard odd unexplained things but nothing as weird as this. Christmas Night just gone. My then 13th month old daughter had been struggling to sleep for weeks, waking at all times etc etc. My husband went off up to bed before me while I squeezed out every last minute of the day eating Quality St and cuddling the dog downstairs.
I eventually walked up the stairs. My daughters room is on the right hand side at the top of the stairs and is the first room you come to as you walk up. As I walk up, I can hear my husband in her room using his signature rhythmic ‘shh shh shhhh’ technique over and over to try and soothe her back to sleep. I immediately felt awful because she’d obviously woken and he’d gone in to her while I was relaxing downstairs. So I tiptoed past her room so as not to disturb his good work and crept in to our room….only to find my husband asleep in bed.
I have no idea who I heard shushing my daughter back to sleep but it was clear and unmistakable.
The next day, just incase it was some well meaning spirit of a family member (both our Dads died a few years ago and never met our children) I went in to her room and said a firm but kind ‘thank you but absolutely never again please’ and have never heard it since. Still freaks me out.
I hadn’t been drinking btw because I was still breast feeding at that point.

It was so lovely to be chatting to her but I'd be absolutely devastated that it was over. It onl happened maybe twice in the year or so after she died. But was so real.im convinced it was. X

By no means the creepiest thing, but today on my way home in the car I was singing aloud a personal composition about some life events, as the lyrics occurred to me and tune developed itself. I usually only do this with DH next to me and sometimes he will supply the next line. Today a particular rhyme and lyric escaped me for a minute or so then I happily sang it. Immediately after came a snort from the passenger seat. The kind someone gives when you have involuntarily made them laugh say at interview, when they did not mean to laugh. But I was on my own in the car today.

When I was 19, me and my boyfriend had been out on a Saturday night, and I stayed at his house (he lived with his parents). We got in about 2am, did the deed and went to sleep. Next day around lunchtime, we got up and we caught the bus to my house where I lived with my single mum, my mum always made a big Sunday roast and my brother and his wife would come over. As we turned down my street we could see my brother banging on my mums door, it would never be locked at that time of day, and my stomach immediately sank. I just knew the worst had happened. He bust the door down, and my SIL (a nurse) ran upstairs and found my mum had passed away in bed in the night.
I missed my next period and found out I was pregnant. I knew instantly I would have a girl. The only time she could have been conceived was the night my mum died. The saying "one in, one out" was very true for me.

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. This is so common. I've had the privilege of comforting many people in their final days, hours and seconds. And so so often we see the resident reaching out and/or speaking to someone. I fully believe a loved one comes for you to collect you and guide you to death/whatever comes afterwards.

A girl I went to college with told me this:
She was at a holiday park with her parents when she was younger (something like Butlins) and they were watching the evening entertainment.

On the table next to hers were two ladies. My friend was messing around with a bouncy ball (this would have been early eighties) and it rolled underneath the next table. A round of rolling the ball back and forth ensued with one of the women, the tallest one, who was enjoying playing and making faces at my friend. The other lady sat stoney faced watching the entertainment.

My friend's mum registered what was happening and slowly realised she needed to leave immediately with her daughter.

During the nineties, a development happened with the Moors Murderers and they were featured a lot in the papers. My friend recognised the face of Moira Hindley as the woman she had been playing with all those years ago.

She asked her mum about it and her mum admitted that it was. Her mum didn't realise at first but slowly put 2 and 2 together, both ladies weren't chatting to each other, both drinking water, the shorter lady was wearing a strange kind of uniform. It was only when she saw the taller lady's face that the penny dropped. She put my friend to bed and the husband went straight to the management to complain.

It turns out that it was indeed Moira Hindley and that she was having a 'day release' experience as a reward for good behaviour and the lady with her was her prison officer. My friend's family left the next day and were offered a free holiday for being 'discreet', which I never found out if they took or not.

Creepy af.

When I was primary school age, I used to dream of things before they happened. It sounds ridiculous, and I'm a very logical and rational person, not spiritual at all, so I've half convinced myself there's a rational explanation for all of them, I just don't know what the explanation is.

When I was about 10 I had a recurring dream about a boy my age. For months I would dream of this boy. I didn't know who he was, as far as I know, I'd never seen him before in my life. But he was my friend in my dream. Over the summer, I went to stay with my Nan. She didn't live in the town I lived in, but same county. One night we went to a travelling fair. I was on a ride, when I saw this boy in the crowd, watching the ride. He was real, not a ghost, but it totally freaked me out that it was the boy I'd been dreaming about. I tried to find him after I got off the ride, but couldn't.

In September I started year 6 (4th year it was called then) and walked into class to find this same boy. He'd moved into the street next to mine and started at my school in my class. We became friends, but I've never told him I'd dreamt about him before I met him.

It would be a cool story if I'd ended up marrying him or something. I didn't. We lost touch.

Love these threads, thank you 😊

Some of these

I remember living in a terraced house during my second year of university. I lived there with 2 of my friends who were both in new relationships and therefore, not at the house very often. I hated the house - and I mean hated
It felt ‘off’, evil even. I felt like something wanted me out, at any cost. Toilets would flush randomly, doors would slam, you would hear and feel something chasing you down the stairs, the TV launched itself off the table one night, things would go missing and suddenly reappear - my car keys were suddenly one night thrown at me from across the room out of nowhere. The stairs, lounge and upstairs rooms, except my room to an extent were unbearable.
I remember coming home from uni one day, it was winter and dark. I unlocked the door and immediately, went cold and shaky. I rushed in, grabbed a drink and I remember vividly thinking “I mustn’t look round, I mustn’t look round” and I legged it upstairs with some food, locked my door, pushed a chair against the handle and lay in bed, crying. My then-BF came over to calm me down and I was so scared, I threw the door keys from my window to him rather than go down through the house to the door.
I was exceptionally relieved to leave that house even typing this out is bringing back that awful feeling!

My last job (I’m a vet nurse) had a friendly ‘ghost’ (? Spirit?) - he died in hospital after a house fire (it was the sort of community where everyone knew the history) and he would spend a lot of time stomping round upstairs, back and forth, up and downstairs, in our prep room and theatre, occasionally banging cupboards and scaring cats (if we had a stray in our receptionist would sometimes let them roam when she was working late and they’d suddenly stop and arch their backs and spit, looking down the corridor between the consult rooms…) none of us ever felt threatened by him and always used to say hello and bye - a previous employee told us that she was a medium and that he just wanted to look after us all

I also had some weird stuff happen in a holiday let a few years ago, not really scary, more annoying than anything.

Many years ago, I had to walk over a school field to feed some animals, it was that time of the day between dusk and night, I had done it loads of times before without any issues, my friend and I set off across the field and about a quarter of a way across could see something in the gloom, it looked like a very tall man in a top hat sitting on the ground. Because of the light, we couldn't quite make it out, but it hadn't been there before and was a bit odd looking. The torches we carried didn't pick it up very well with their light. We decided to go back and get my dogs to walk across the field with us, they freaked out and were barking and snarling at whatever it was, I had never heard them behave like this before, so we went back again for reinforcements AKA my poor Dad and whatever it was had disappeared and the dogs were now fine, back to their normal chilled out waggy selves. Very odd.